Hungry.The sight of him made her hunger for more.
“You want me to carry you to the shower or can you walk?” he asked.
She stretched her arms overhead and arched her back, showing off her breasts because she loved the way his eyes darkened.
“Carry me? I’m not sure my legs would hold me right now.”
He stalked across the room, reminding her again of her panther analogy, and then bent and scooped her off the bed like she was weightless. Straightening, he hefted her higher up his arms, and a laugh escaped her as her body bounced in his rough handling.
She liked the way he gripped her a little too hard, as if he wasn’t quite aware of his strength and forgot to temper it. She liked thinking she made him forget about control.
He spun a little faster than necessary, making her laugh again, and carried her dutifully to the shower, leaving the door open behind him and stepping directly under the hot spray. Water sluiced over her, running into her eyes and mouth, splashing off their bodies and out the open door to spread all over the floor.
It was chaos. Disorderly and careless. She’d never felt more free.
“Raum, put me down!” she sputtered as water sprayed directly into her face.
He did, letting her slide down his body, keeping his hands on her until her wobbly legs were steady. On her feet, she stepped out from under the water and looked up at him.By the Spheres, he’s so beautiful.
Water poured over his rich-toned skin and trailed down his body. His golden eyes were so striking. Demon, human, angel—it no longer mattered to her what he was or what she was.
He was just Raum, and right now, when they were like this, he was hers.
He bent and kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him. The kissing quickly escalated, and she found herself pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling his shaft thickening against her stomach.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he growled against her lips, driving his hips up in a lazy thrust to slide his erection against her wet skin. “Right here against the wall.”
She moaned, tipping her head back as he kissed along her jaw. “Yes. Mhm. Please.” That empty ache had returned, and she knew exactly how she wanted to fill it.
But he pulled back, that wicked glint back in his eyes—the very demonic glint she was coming to enjoy. He didn’t tease or play games often, and each time he did, she grew determined to encourage him to do it more.
But then he said, “Not yet,” and she decided this was one game she didn’t want to play.
“I’m gonna make you wait.” He looked at the scowl on her face and actually laughed out loud—even rarer than a smile.
He reached up and poked the end of her nose playfully. “You’re perfect, angel.”
She scoffed, but her whole body flushed with pleasure. “I’m probably the worst angel to ever have existed, so I wouldn’t say that.”
In an instant, all his humor vanished, that dark seriousness returning full force. She immediately regretted her words—that hadn’t been her intention at all.
“Will you get in trouble for this?” he asked. “For me?”
She shook her head, touching his cheek. “No one knows that I found you, and they definitely don’t know about this. And they never will because I’d never tell them, without or without a vow.”
He nodded, but something unsaid lurked in their air now. She knew what it was.
This…whatever this was between them…couldn’t last. They may have healed their own animosity, but that didn’t make it any less impossible for an angel and a demon to have a relationship. Or friendship. Or whatever they wanted to call it. Honestly, she didn’t want to jinx it by trying to give it a name.
It was just…Sunshine and Raum.
She tried to lighten the mood, to draw his playful side out once more. “So if you won’t ravish me against the tile, what do you plan to do with your day?”
He gave her a look like he was reconsidering his refusal, which made her wonder why he’d refused in the first place. “I guess now that you have your book, I wanna go check on the dogs.”
Her heart missed a beat as she remembered his erroneous assumption. She’d misled him so he would go through the hellgate without complaint, and he still believed she had the grimoire.
If she corrected him, he would insist they return immediately to Hell to plan their next heist attempt. But he wasn’t coming back to Hell with her. She had learned her lesson, and she would not endanger him again for something he should have no part in.
