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she gasped, heat sparkling all the way down.
    She felt him smile, his mouth curling. “I spanked too many disobedient doctors,” he whispered. “Watch out, or I might fall right off the wagon. Now, you wanna see Lune’s magical angel autopsy, or what?”

CHAPTER 5
    Morgan gave him a playful grin, and stalked off towards the fridges, and Luniel’s gaze licked the sweet curve of her ass every step of the way.
    He swore, and tore his eyes away.
Nice work, Lune. Because flirting with her is
such
a good idea right now.
    He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing her scent to fade, her skin’s smoothness under his fingers to disappear. Kissing her was a mistake. But fuck it if it wasn’t the most pleasurable one he’d made in a long time. He still had an aching hard-on that stretched his jeans, and if she hadn’t noticed she was either dead or blind.
    He felt like smacking his face into the wall until it bled, just to take the pain. What was he thinking?
    Hell, he wasn’t thinking. He just wanted her. Wanted to have her, own her, silence those clever questions with kisses and make her stupid with sensation, pleasure her so deep and breathless that she couldn’t make more than an incoherent sound.
    Because she’d always come back with more. And her puzzle-riddled mind tantalized him. Almost as much as her sin-sultry body.
    Unwilled, his mind lurched back centuries, to another woman who’d captivated him, body and spirit. Beautiful, too,though she’d covered herself with headscarves and long skirts as befitted the era. His lady Eleanor, a wildcat beneath her demure exterior, clever, spirited and sharp tongued. His obsession with her had chewed his heart raw. But she was a woman, God-fearing, bred in those days to be weak and helpless, and when the demons came for her, she couldn’t defend herself.
    They’d taken her to spite him, and he couldn’t protect her from temptation. Her soul was damned forever, screaming in hell because he’d dared to love her.
    Ever since then, he’d kept away from human women. For their safety, and his own sanity.
    But this Dr. Morgan Sterling, with her quick questions and sexy crooked smile and that luscious lover’s body hidden beneath her cool white coat, was surely teasing that sanity away.
    Fuck. He could tell Morgan liked how he looked, even if she trusted him as far as a cat could spit a furball. Her pretty honey-dark gaze betrayed her, the way it caressed him when she thought he wasn’t watching. How she caught her bottom lip between her teeth when she thought carefully. That drove him wild. He wanted to bite her lip himself, suck it into his mouth…
    Telltale sparks of desire crackled golden in his feathers, and he struggled to extinguish them. Curse her. She knew she tempted him. Dr. Vixen was trying to seduce him. No other explanation. Well, he wouldn’t have her. For her sake, and his own.
    He adjusted himself, pretending it wasn’t totally obvious he was horny as a fuckdemon, and followed her into the fridge room.
    She stood by Ithiel’s body, eyeing his white feathers thoughtfully. “So why didn’t the CSI notice this when they loaded the body bag? Some kind of weird angel mojo, I suppose?”
    “Very good.” Lune strode up and folded his wings.
Don’t look at her. Mind on the job.
“They thought he was human. You saw me when I first appeared. We have a human guise. If we die while we’re wearing it, it takes a while to wear off.”
    “How long?”
    “Anywhere from a few hours to a week. Depends on how powerful you are.”
    “And how powerful was Ithiel?”
    “He had his moments.”
    “Must run in the family.”
    Lune snorted. “I’ll take that as the compliment I’m sure you intended.” He bent over the body, inhaling. Ithiel’s flowery scent hit his nostrils, mixed with the rich, raw smell of death.
    He closed his eyes, and to his surprise they burned. A long time had passed since he and his twin had anything except phone calls between them.