He was naked—big surprise—and so
was I. The heat coming off his skin warmed my chilly body. I wanted to shut
down my brain and let my body take control. My magic seconded that idea.
Warm fingers traced the vertebra of my spine, coming to rest
low on my hip and tugging my pelvis against his.
Talk about hot.
And hard.
The skin on my forehead burned. Damn. Real world, real
problems. The Mark of Cain was back.
Even though my body cheered at the contact, I shifted back
an inch, hoping the space would help me keep a clear head…and the Mark would
settle down before I sent Luc on another one-way trip to Hell.
The Devil slanted his eyes open and stared at my lips from under
his long lashes. “Where are you going, witch?”
His voice was gravelly with sleep. The deep timbre raised the
hairs on the back of my neck. My magic shuddered and I found myself arching
toward him. The Mark burned hotter.
Sticking out a hand, I braced it against his chest to keep
from succumbing to the desire sweeping through me. Dark, deep and dangerous, I
longed to embrace it as much as I struggled to stay away.
An image of the woods in purgatory flashed across my mind.
Dark, deep and just as dangerous as the fallen angel in my bed. Instinct told
me I needed to get through those woods before Luc and I would be okay.
Before I could tell him about my dream, the phone on the
bedside table blared. A modicum of relief swept through me. I didn’t want to
tell him about the dream and the phone’s ring cooled the ardent desires
swirling around us.
I glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was only a few
minutes after ten. Apparently, time stopped while I was in purgatory.
Caller ID read Keisha .
Making an apologetic face to Luc and lifting Cain out of the
way, I sat up and answered. “Hey. What’s up?”
Her African voodoo priestess voice was clear and angry. “Get
over here right now.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the party, but something came
up.” Something being Luc.
“Sorry? Sorry? You sent that angel here with Mikayla
and now all Hell’s broken lose. Get your skinny white witch ass over here and
put a stop to this or I’ll curse your ancestors and your first born.”
Curse my relatives was a regular threat from Keisha when she
was really upset at me. Normally, I ignored it, knowing there was no real
intent to harm me or my family members. Keisha was a lot of talk, especially
when she was mad, and I couldn’t blame her for not liking the fact I’d let
Zayfeer crash her party. But tonight, the unborn baby I’d seen in purgatory and
the fluttering I’d felt in my abdomen made the threat feel serious even though
I knew in my heart she was kidding.
“What did Z do?”
“He’s dancing and drinking and taking advantage of Liddy.”
I stood, ignoring Cain’s hiss at shifting him yet again.
Liddy, my friend from Witches Anonymous and a rather innocent ex-witch, brought
out my protective instincts. “Put him on the phone.”
“Put him on the phone? I can’t get him off the ceiling. I
don’t care if Luc is raining fire and brimstone on the whole damn planet, get
your butt over here. Now.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She’d already hung up.
Luc rose, ran a hand through this hair and tugged on a pair
of tight leather motorcycle pants. “Trouble in paradise?”
I set down the phone, swallowed my very female reaction to
the sight. Tan chest, tight pants, bare feet. I wanted to jump him. Again.
My mouth dry and fingers trembling, I forced myself to
remember Liddy. I grabbed Luc’s sweater out of his hands before he could put it
on and yanked it over my head.
A slow grin lifted one corner of his mouth and he touched my
cheek. I was so gone.
I turned my head to kiss his fingers as they drifted past. “Trouble
in paradise. Story of my life.”
Chapter Fifteen – Do A Little
Dance, Make A Little Love…
Sell Your Soul Tonight
Keisha's house was jumping. Music blared. Champagne flowed.
A
was I. The heat coming off his skin warmed my chilly body. I wanted to shut
down my brain and let my body take control. My magic seconded that idea.
Warm fingers traced the vertebra of my spine, coming to rest
low on my hip and tugging my pelvis against his.
Talk about hot.
And hard.
The skin on my forehead burned. Damn. Real world, real
problems. The Mark of Cain was back.
Even though my body cheered at the contact, I shifted back
an inch, hoping the space would help me keep a clear head…and the Mark would
settle down before I sent Luc on another one-way trip to Hell.
The Devil slanted his eyes open and stared at my lips from under
his long lashes. “Where are you going, witch?”
His voice was gravelly with sleep. The deep timbre raised the
hairs on the back of my neck. My magic shuddered and I found myself arching
toward him. The Mark burned hotter.
Sticking out a hand, I braced it against his chest to keep
from succumbing to the desire sweeping through me. Dark, deep and dangerous, I
longed to embrace it as much as I struggled to stay away.
An image of the woods in purgatory flashed across my mind.
Dark, deep and just as dangerous as the fallen angel in my bed. Instinct told
me I needed to get through those woods before Luc and I would be okay.
Before I could tell him about my dream, the phone on the
bedside table blared. A modicum of relief swept through me. I didn’t want to
tell him about the dream and the phone’s ring cooled the ardent desires
swirling around us.
I glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was only a few
minutes after ten. Apparently, time stopped while I was in purgatory.
Caller ID read Keisha .
Making an apologetic face to Luc and lifting Cain out of the
way, I sat up and answered. “Hey. What’s up?”
Her African voodoo priestess voice was clear and angry. “Get
over here right now.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the party, but something came
up.” Something being Luc.
“Sorry? Sorry? You sent that angel here with Mikayla
and now all Hell’s broken lose. Get your skinny white witch ass over here and
put a stop to this or I’ll curse your ancestors and your first born.”
Curse my relatives was a regular threat from Keisha when she
was really upset at me. Normally, I ignored it, knowing there was no real
intent to harm me or my family members. Keisha was a lot of talk, especially
when she was mad, and I couldn’t blame her for not liking the fact I’d let
Zayfeer crash her party. But tonight, the unborn baby I’d seen in purgatory and
the fluttering I’d felt in my abdomen made the threat feel serious even though
I knew in my heart she was kidding.
“What did Z do?”
“He’s dancing and drinking and taking advantage of Liddy.”
I stood, ignoring Cain’s hiss at shifting him yet again.
Liddy, my friend from Witches Anonymous and a rather innocent ex-witch, brought
out my protective instincts. “Put him on the phone.”
“Put him on the phone? I can’t get him off the ceiling. I
don’t care if Luc is raining fire and brimstone on the whole damn planet, get
your butt over here. Now.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She’d already hung up.
Luc rose, ran a hand through this hair and tugged on a pair
of tight leather motorcycle pants. “Trouble in paradise?”
I set down the phone, swallowed my very female reaction to
the sight. Tan chest, tight pants, bare feet. I wanted to jump him. Again.
My mouth dry and fingers trembling, I forced myself to
remember Liddy. I grabbed Luc’s sweater out of his hands before he could put it
on and yanked it over my head.
A slow grin lifted one corner of his mouth and he touched my
cheek. I was so gone.
I turned my head to kiss his fingers as they drifted past. “Trouble
in paradise. Story of my life.”
Chapter Fifteen – Do A Little
Dance, Make A Little Love…
Sell Your Soul Tonight
Keisha's house was jumping. Music blared. Champagne flowed.
A
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