He stepped toward her, brushing the back of his fingers across her cheek. “Then let me take your mind off it.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Pete couldn’t pinpoint exactlywhat came over him in that moment. The shred of memory he’d recovered had been so fleeting, he’d already lost it. Decorating the cakes had been a blast. Using colors and shapes to create intricate, edible designs felt as much a part of him as the whiskers on his rabbit’s nose, and that was cool and all. But it was more than that.
He’d decorated those cakes for Destiny. They had fulfilled her orders together. They’d come up with a plan to both save her wings and the fae realm together, and that was exactly what it was.
Together was where they belonged, whether it was here, creating edible art, in the fae realm stopping a vampire, or upstairs in the bedroom, where he planned to spend as much time with her as possible, now and in whatever amount of future they had left.
He cupped her cheek in his hand, and she nuzzled against it, closing her eyes. “Pete.”
“That’s my name…or so I’m told.” He gently straightened her head, drawing her gaze to his.
“You still don’t remember anything?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter.” He glided his other hand across her shoulder. “All your orders for today have been filled. We’ve got a few hours before anyone arrives to pick them up, so let’s make the most of it.”
She swallowed hard, confliction tightening her eyes. “Last time I got involved with a charge…”
“This isn’t last time, and I’m not your charge.” He leaned in, taking her mouth with his.
She tasted as sweet as he remembered, like a little piece of heaven made just for him, and as she wrapped her arms around him, her body seemed to mold to his, her soft curves filling in his sharp angles, making him whole.
A soft moan vibrated across her lips, and she clutched his shirt, tugging the hem upward before sliding her hands beneath it. The feel of her soft skin on his stomach made his muscles contract, tightening from his chest to his groin.
She giggled. “You don’t have to flex for me.”
He laughed. “You seem to have that effect on me.”
She glided her hands up to his chest and down again before running a single finger over the waistband of his pants. Every muscle in his body clenched so tightly, he could’ve cracked a pecan between his butt cheeks.
“Are you okay?” She let his shirt fall over his abs, and he could breathe again.
“It’s taking every ounce of my strength to not swipe my arm across this table, knock all the cakes to the ground, and take you right here.”
“Hmm.” She grinned. “It would be a shame to destroy all your hard work. Maybe you should take me upstairs.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. With one arm across her back, he scooped her into a cradle carry and headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time. When he reached the top, he set her down and grasped her hand between both of his.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He kissed the inside of her wrist, and her breath hitched before she smiled slyly.
“We have to pass the time somehow.” She winked. “Hop to it, Mr. Rabbit.”
Heat unfurled in his belly, settling into his dick and hardening it like a rod. He would happily spend forever doing this with her. Doing everything with her.
A sinking sensation formed in his stomach. All joking aside, he needed to be sure she understood that what he had planned was entirely against the rules. “Angels and fae aren’t supposed to have relations. Everyone knows that, even bunnies with amnesia.”
“I know, but…” Her brow pinched, the look of rejection in her eyes nearly crumbling him. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”
“No, not at all.” He pulled her to his chest. “I think we’ve established how I feel about rules. I don’t give a fluff about ridiculous laws made eons ago, but you do. You could get into trouble.”
“Oh, angels are forbidden from fornicating with the fae.” She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned back to gaze into his eyes. “But my powers are bound. I’m essentially human right now, and anyway…”
“Fluff the rules?” He grinned.
She nodded. “Fluff the rules.”
Clutching his hand, she led him down a short hallway and into her bedroom. A buttercream yellow duvet covered her bed, and matching sheer curtains hung over the bay window, warming the sunlight’s hue as it filtered through. Pastel pillows adorned the window seat, and a small shelf filled with paperbacks stood adjacent to it.
