loud buzzing resounded in her ears as she met Matt’s confused expression with one of her own. “It was the little man—ummm—Mr. Obnoxious. Do you remember? You must have passed him when you came in.” She flicked her fingers to indicate the exit.
“No. There was no one here when I came in.”
“Yes, you must have stepped inside. I heard the door slide open, before he left.”
“Ginny, I never passed anybody on my way in. You were on your own, peeping down the aisles, displaying your pretty rump to perfection when I came through the door.”
“Strange, I could have sworn…” Probably best if she didn’t swear; there was something strange going on, and as she didn’t want to scare Matt off, it might be better to keep her thoughts to herself. After all, he was only human. He might have accepted her disappearing in a profusion of fireworks, but was he really prepared to be greeted by the Underworld? Huge as he was, she suspected he didn’t have the necessary requisites—like being half banshee, or half demon. He definitely wasn’t half demon. Although she’d have no objection if he offered to take her to hell and back.
She leaned an elbow on the counter, cupped her chin in her hand, and stared at him. She allowed her gaze to cruise over his face, framed by his wild blond hair. The rich jade of his eyes invited her to fall into the depths of them and lose herself.
Her stomach let out a furious protest, accompanied by the wild moans from the hags, making their desire for food known. She had a desire for something more.
She jerked upright, shoved her hand into the paper bag, flipped open the box lid, grabbed a piece of fried chicken, and pushed it into his mouth. Emerald eyes widened with surprise. Long black lashes fluttered, and her stomach roared as she grabbed another piece of chicken for herself and started nibbling on it. “I’m hungry.”
He spluttered. Just her luck to choke the guy. “Me too…but not that desperate.”
“I’m desperate. Eat up.”
He grabbed a handful of fries and pushed them into his mouth, his gaze still fixed to her face as he grasped her meaning.
“I have limited time. I have to eat. If I don’t eat, I’ll get the shakes this afternoon, and when I get the shakes, voices sing loud and aggressively. Not just in my head, you understand, but they spurt from my mouth and deafen people. Even in the library, I cannot contain the voices at all times.”
She took another bite of chicken, filled her fingers with fries, and then spoke around the food. “The voices—they’re muted here.” She pushed fries into her mouth and licked her lips as heat swarmed through her stomach, up her chest, and down to her thighs, making her weak with lust.
“Also—I don’t poof in the library.” She waggled another handful of fries at him in an effort to make him understand. “This building was erected on a pagan mound, or as it’s called, a barrow. The barrow pre-dates Christianity by hundreds of years, and for some reason, the pagan origins protect me.” She swallowed. “You need to know that. I don’t poof here.”
To show his support, he shoved another piece of chicken in his mouth, and as the heat in his eyes burned her, food and the history lesson ceased to matter.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the central aisle, almost running down the reference section where she knew there was a blind spot from the security cameras. She dragged him behind her, stopped abruptly, and turned to slam him against the rack of books. She grabbed his lush blond hair, fisted it, and hauled his face down to hers to give him a frantic, greasy kiss.
She slammed her eyes closed as her lips met his. Willing and able, he joined the desperate rush. His tongue pillaged her mouth, hot and hungry, with the taste of salt riding strong.
Her hands plundered his silky hair as he reversed their positions; the firm press of the shelving made a willing prisoner of her. He raised her arms above
“No. There was no one here when I came in.”
“Yes, you must have stepped inside. I heard the door slide open, before he left.”
“Ginny, I never passed anybody on my way in. You were on your own, peeping down the aisles, displaying your pretty rump to perfection when I came through the door.”
“Strange, I could have sworn…” Probably best if she didn’t swear; there was something strange going on, and as she didn’t want to scare Matt off, it might be better to keep her thoughts to herself. After all, he was only human. He might have accepted her disappearing in a profusion of fireworks, but was he really prepared to be greeted by the Underworld? Huge as he was, she suspected he didn’t have the necessary requisites—like being half banshee, or half demon. He definitely wasn’t half demon. Although she’d have no objection if he offered to take her to hell and back.
She leaned an elbow on the counter, cupped her chin in her hand, and stared at him. She allowed her gaze to cruise over his face, framed by his wild blond hair. The rich jade of his eyes invited her to fall into the depths of them and lose herself.
Her stomach let out a furious protest, accompanied by the wild moans from the hags, making their desire for food known. She had a desire for something more.
She jerked upright, shoved her hand into the paper bag, flipped open the box lid, grabbed a piece of fried chicken, and pushed it into his mouth. Emerald eyes widened with surprise. Long black lashes fluttered, and her stomach roared as she grabbed another piece of chicken for herself and started nibbling on it. “I’m hungry.”
He spluttered. Just her luck to choke the guy. “Me too…but not that desperate.”
“I’m desperate. Eat up.”
He grabbed a handful of fries and pushed them into his mouth, his gaze still fixed to her face as he grasped her meaning.
“I have limited time. I have to eat. If I don’t eat, I’ll get the shakes this afternoon, and when I get the shakes, voices sing loud and aggressively. Not just in my head, you understand, but they spurt from my mouth and deafen people. Even in the library, I cannot contain the voices at all times.”
She took another bite of chicken, filled her fingers with fries, and then spoke around the food. “The voices—they’re muted here.” She pushed fries into her mouth and licked her lips as heat swarmed through her stomach, up her chest, and down to her thighs, making her weak with lust.
“Also—I don’t poof in the library.” She waggled another handful of fries at him in an effort to make him understand. “This building was erected on a pagan mound, or as it’s called, a barrow. The barrow pre-dates Christianity by hundreds of years, and for some reason, the pagan origins protect me.” She swallowed. “You need to know that. I don’t poof here.”
To show his support, he shoved another piece of chicken in his mouth, and as the heat in his eyes burned her, food and the history lesson ceased to matter.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the central aisle, almost running down the reference section where she knew there was a blind spot from the security cameras. She dragged him behind her, stopped abruptly, and turned to slam him against the rack of books. She grabbed his lush blond hair, fisted it, and hauled his face down to hers to give him a frantic, greasy kiss.
She slammed her eyes closed as her lips met his. Willing and able, he joined the desperate rush. His tongue pillaged her mouth, hot and hungry, with the taste of salt riding strong.
Her hands plundered his silky hair as he reversed their positions; the firm press of the shelving made a willing prisoner of her. He raised her arms above
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