the candy bar in her mouth. She chewed slowly, her eyes widening. “Oh my,” she mumbled.
She swallowed, then gazed at the bar in wonder. “This is incredible. I‟ve never tasted anything like this.” She took another bite and moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
Bugger . She looked like she was going to climax. He instantly grew hard.
“So good!” She took another bite and her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
He shifted his sporran to hide the expanding problem beneath his kilt. “ ‟Tis better than manna, then?”
She nodded as she swallowed. “Oh yes. Manna is fairly tasteless, not that it matters, for when we‟re in our usual spiritual form, we don‟t experience taste.” She stuffed the last of the bar into her mouth, then pressed a hand to her chest and groaned.
He shifted his weight. The lass was certainly attuned to the sensibilities of her new human body. His heart rate sped up at the thought of introducing her to all sorts of sensual pleasure. If she could react this strongly over food, what would she do if he caressed her breasts or kissed the sweet flesh between her thighs? Her soft arms and thighs would hold him tight, her moans would sound like music, and she would shatter in his arms. He could practically hear her scream her release.
She licked her lips. “What is that called?”
Sex . He stopped himself just in time. “Chocolate.”
“I love it! Thank you.” She smiled. “Do you have anything else I can eat?”
Doona say it . “I‟ll look.” Under my kilt . He handed her the bottle of water and turned away to rummage through the cabinets. Holy Christ Almighty, she was going to drive him to ruin. But he was already doomed, so seducing an angel could hardly damage his immortal soul any further.
But he might damage her. She wanted to go back home to heaven. And she believed he was a good, honorable man. If he were, he would do nothing to lessen her chances. He would make sure she remained chaste and pure so she could take her rightful place with the angels.
Besides, touching her could cause her to see why his soul was damned. He could never let that happen. So, it was settled, he decided with a sinking heart. He would not kiss her again.
Nor hold her in his arms. Love was always beyond his reach.
His cell phone rang, and he pulled it out of his sporran. The leather pouch was hanging at an odd angle due to the problem beneath his kilt.
“Connor,” Angus said. “Ye dinna call back. Are ye done at the doctor‟s?”
“We dinna have to go to Houston,” he answered, glancing at Marielle. “We‟re still at the cabin, and she‟s completely healed.”
She sipped from the water bottle, watching him curiously.
“How did ye— Never mind,” Angus continued. “I‟m sending Robby so he can get a full report and ascertain whether she‟s a threat.”
“She‟s no‟—”
“Roman believes she is,” Angus interrupted. “I want more information before I decide how to proceed.”
Connor gritted his teeth to keep from arguing with his boss. Marielle was not Angus‟s employee, so her future was not for him to decide.
“Robby will be bringing some clothes that Emma put together,” Angus said. “Father Andrew insists on going, and Gregori has offered to teleport him. They should arrive shortly.”
“Verra well.”
“Do I need to remind you no‟ to let her anywhere near the Father?”
“Nay.” Connor rang off and dropped the phone back into his sporran.
“Your friends are coming,” Marielle said quietly.
“Aye. Two Vamps and a mortal priest who is eager to meet you.”
She nodded. “It will be good to have someone to pray with. I feel so alone with my own thoughts.”
“Ye‟re no‟ alone, Marielle.”
Her eyes softened and she smiled. He curled his hands into fists to keep from grabbing her.
She shifted her weight back and forth. “I have a strange, urgent feeling like I might . . .
leak.”
He blinked.
She swallowed, then gazed at the bar in wonder. “This is incredible. I‟ve never tasted anything like this.” She took another bite and moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
Bugger . She looked like she was going to climax. He instantly grew hard.
“So good!” She took another bite and her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
He shifted his sporran to hide the expanding problem beneath his kilt. “ ‟Tis better than manna, then?”
She nodded as she swallowed. “Oh yes. Manna is fairly tasteless, not that it matters, for when we‟re in our usual spiritual form, we don‟t experience taste.” She stuffed the last of the bar into her mouth, then pressed a hand to her chest and groaned.
He shifted his weight. The lass was certainly attuned to the sensibilities of her new human body. His heart rate sped up at the thought of introducing her to all sorts of sensual pleasure. If she could react this strongly over food, what would she do if he caressed her breasts or kissed the sweet flesh between her thighs? Her soft arms and thighs would hold him tight, her moans would sound like music, and she would shatter in his arms. He could practically hear her scream her release.
She licked her lips. “What is that called?”
Sex . He stopped himself just in time. “Chocolate.”
“I love it! Thank you.” She smiled. “Do you have anything else I can eat?”
Doona say it . “I‟ll look.” Under my kilt . He handed her the bottle of water and turned away to rummage through the cabinets. Holy Christ Almighty, she was going to drive him to ruin. But he was already doomed, so seducing an angel could hardly damage his immortal soul any further.
But he might damage her. She wanted to go back home to heaven. And she believed he was a good, honorable man. If he were, he would do nothing to lessen her chances. He would make sure she remained chaste and pure so she could take her rightful place with the angels.
Besides, touching her could cause her to see why his soul was damned. He could never let that happen. So, it was settled, he decided with a sinking heart. He would not kiss her again.
Nor hold her in his arms. Love was always beyond his reach.
His cell phone rang, and he pulled it out of his sporran. The leather pouch was hanging at an odd angle due to the problem beneath his kilt.
“Connor,” Angus said. “Ye dinna call back. Are ye done at the doctor‟s?”
“We dinna have to go to Houston,” he answered, glancing at Marielle. “We‟re still at the cabin, and she‟s completely healed.”
She sipped from the water bottle, watching him curiously.
“How did ye— Never mind,” Angus continued. “I‟m sending Robby so he can get a full report and ascertain whether she‟s a threat.”
“She‟s no‟—”
“Roman believes she is,” Angus interrupted. “I want more information before I decide how to proceed.”
Connor gritted his teeth to keep from arguing with his boss. Marielle was not Angus‟s employee, so her future was not for him to decide.
“Robby will be bringing some clothes that Emma put together,” Angus said. “Father Andrew insists on going, and Gregori has offered to teleport him. They should arrive shortly.”
“Verra well.”
“Do I need to remind you no‟ to let her anywhere near the Father?”
“Nay.” Connor rang off and dropped the phone back into his sporran.
“Your friends are coming,” Marielle said quietly.
“Aye. Two Vamps and a mortal priest who is eager to meet you.”
She nodded. “It will be good to have someone to pray with. I feel so alone with my own thoughts.”
“Ye‟re no‟ alone, Marielle.”
Her eyes softened and she smiled. He curled his hands into fists to keep from grabbing her.
She shifted her weight back and forth. “I have a strange, urgent feeling like I might . . .
leak.”
He blinked.
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