“I’d tell you it wasn’t intentional, but you’d never buy it.” Winking, he continued. “But, since we’re alone…”
Old desires unfurled in his stomach, and his lips crashed into hers again, this time more hungry than playful. The archangel’s grace flared like sunlight, and he drank her down like fine wine, his energies touching her in private places that his hands dared not invade without a blessing.
She shuddered under his touch, physical and angelic, and linked her arms around his neck. It felt like her bones went liquid, and she melted against him. If anything, this kiss was far more overwhelming than the first, and she didn’t even try to match him — she just ecstatically submitted. “That’s cheating,” she managed roughly.