trial?”
“I’ll ask your girlfriend and let you know.” She swallowed, dizzied by his scent. The top of her head barely came to hisshoulder. His big body felt strong and safe. But it wasn’t reassuring. It was threatening.
“Sorry. Can’t help you there.” A dark blue glance, close. “Relieved?”
“Just forewarned.”
“Believe me, princess, if I decide to have designs on you, you’ll see it coming.” They hustled across a traffic-thick street towards the overgrown jungle of Morningside Park, headlights whizzing by. Smoke hung over the road, the stink of burning garbage.
“A man of subtlety, then?”
“I prefer to think of it as honesty.”
“How refreshing.” She spoke lightly, but her belly heated when she remembered the untamed desire that burned in his eyes after he kissed her. And what a kiss. His embrace was…overwhelming. She hadn’t wanted so badly to be touched in a long time. She’d always been too focused, too obsessed with order to pay much attention to men. But Luniel had blown all that to splinters with his hot lips and glossy black wings and fiery, sinful blue eyes.
Pity she’d been unconscious when he started kissing her. She really needed to get out more.
He stopped in front of a dusty apartment block opposite the park, shutters pulled low over UV-filtered windows, and spun her to face him, pulling her into his arms so her body fitted against his chest. “Ready?”
Uh-huh. He felt just like she thought. Warm, hard, tempting. “Ready for what?”
“This.” He snapped his feathers taut, and dived skywards.
Her breath rushed out. Breeze dragged her hair back, the ground spinning away. Her stomach plummeted. He crushed her close to his chest, effortless, and she could feel his muscles pumping as he swooped aloft.
She clutched him, exhilarated and terrified. Glass windows flashed past, concrete girders, the long dark web of a fire escape. A bird squawked and dived, startled, and suddenly they rocketed above the city skyline, with only the moon shining down.
Luniel rolled, soaring, cradling her body against his. His deep voice tingled dark shivers in her ear. “Like it?”
Morgan’s breath caught. The buildings below seemed so faraway. Lights glittered, a spray of diamonds twinkling in the night, and bonfires spat scarlet in the park. Warm moonlight caressed her. She almost could taste it, shining on her tongue, the breeze riffling her hair. It was beautiful.
“Hold tight,” he murmured.
She tightened her grip—somehow she’d linked her wrists around his neck, and his arms folded around her body—and he swooped, and landed on the rooftop, light and graceful, a flick of ink-dark feathers.
She let out her breath in a rush. “Whoa. That was…incredible. Unbelievable.”
“But you do believe it.” His voice sparkled in her ear, dark, his lips hot. “C’mon, Morgan. I’m here, you’re here. This is real. No use pretending.”
She realized he still crushed her against him. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and rapid, pounding through her like it was her own. His heat burned her, and his breath rasped, feverish.
She swallowed. “Put me down.”
“Why? I like the feel of you.”
That much was clear. Evidently, angels had all the same body parts as humans, because if that thing pressing into her belly wasn’t…oh, my. Apparently, he liked the feel of her quite a lot. “Is, uh…is that what you call honesty?”
“Just making conversation.” His wicked grin shivered all the way down her spine. “Is that your scientific curiosity showing, Dr. Sterling, or are you enjoying yourself?”
She flushed, and pushed away. Great. A horny angel. She knew she wasn’t that attractive, despite her probably better-than-average looks—no matter what they all said, most guys found a smart, career-focused woman intimidating. And a ridiculously good-looking guy like Luniel would have no trouble finding pretty girls to play with. He was just teasing her. Putting her
“I’ll ask your girlfriend and let you know.” She swallowed, dizzied by his scent. The top of her head barely came to hisshoulder. His big body felt strong and safe. But it wasn’t reassuring. It was threatening.
“Sorry. Can’t help you there.” A dark blue glance, close. “Relieved?”
“Just forewarned.”
“Believe me, princess, if I decide to have designs on you, you’ll see it coming.” They hustled across a traffic-thick street towards the overgrown jungle of Morningside Park, headlights whizzing by. Smoke hung over the road, the stink of burning garbage.
“A man of subtlety, then?”
“I prefer to think of it as honesty.”
“How refreshing.” She spoke lightly, but her belly heated when she remembered the untamed desire that burned in his eyes after he kissed her. And what a kiss. His embrace was…overwhelming. She hadn’t wanted so badly to be touched in a long time. She’d always been too focused, too obsessed with order to pay much attention to men. But Luniel had blown all that to splinters with his hot lips and glossy black wings and fiery, sinful blue eyes.
Pity she’d been unconscious when he started kissing her. She really needed to get out more.
He stopped in front of a dusty apartment block opposite the park, shutters pulled low over UV-filtered windows, and spun her to face him, pulling her into his arms so her body fitted against his chest. “Ready?”
Uh-huh. He felt just like she thought. Warm, hard, tempting. “Ready for what?”
“This.” He snapped his feathers taut, and dived skywards.
Her breath rushed out. Breeze dragged her hair back, the ground spinning away. Her stomach plummeted. He crushed her close to his chest, effortless, and she could feel his muscles pumping as he swooped aloft.
She clutched him, exhilarated and terrified. Glass windows flashed past, concrete girders, the long dark web of a fire escape. A bird squawked and dived, startled, and suddenly they rocketed above the city skyline, with only the moon shining down.
Luniel rolled, soaring, cradling her body against his. His deep voice tingled dark shivers in her ear. “Like it?”
Morgan’s breath caught. The buildings below seemed so faraway. Lights glittered, a spray of diamonds twinkling in the night, and bonfires spat scarlet in the park. Warm moonlight caressed her. She almost could taste it, shining on her tongue, the breeze riffling her hair. It was beautiful.
“Hold tight,” he murmured.
She tightened her grip—somehow she’d linked her wrists around his neck, and his arms folded around her body—and he swooped, and landed on the rooftop, light and graceful, a flick of ink-dark feathers.
She let out her breath in a rush. “Whoa. That was…incredible. Unbelievable.”
“But you do believe it.” His voice sparkled in her ear, dark, his lips hot. “C’mon, Morgan. I’m here, you’re here. This is real. No use pretending.”
She realized he still crushed her against him. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and rapid, pounding through her like it was her own. His heat burned her, and his breath rasped, feverish.
She swallowed. “Put me down.”
“Why? I like the feel of you.”
That much was clear. Evidently, angels had all the same body parts as humans, because if that thing pressing into her belly wasn’t…oh, my. Apparently, he liked the feel of her quite a lot. “Is, uh…is that what you call honesty?”
“Just making conversation.” His wicked grin shivered all the way down her spine. “Is that your scientific curiosity showing, Dr. Sterling, or are you enjoying yourself?”
She flushed, and pushed away. Great. A horny angel. She knew she wasn’t that attractive, despite her probably better-than-average looks—no matter what they all said, most guys found a smart, career-focused woman intimidating. And a ridiculously good-looking guy like Luniel would have no trouble finding pretty girls to play with. He was just teasing her. Putting her
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