Sam couldn’t dismiss him as nuts. Not after seeing it with her own eyes. And he was too damn real to say she was hallucinating. “What…how do you plan to…why are you messing around with me? I don’t understand, I know damn well I’m not that pretty or sexy. What are you really doing here?” She hated the tremor in her voice.
He stared at her for several long seconds, seeming to consider his words. Which made her nervous. “I’m here to create a warrior. I am supposed to find two humans that are in love, get them to marry, and use the power of their consummation to create a hybrid warrior suitable for this operation. I give a portion of my angelic powers to them and in exchange I inherit a portion of their humanity.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Did you…did you do that… is that why you’re…” she flicked her finger toward him, “…all into me? Cause you’ve inherited this humanity?”
He shook his head. “No. I liked you before this.”
She snorted. “It would take a damn angel to be into me.”
“I’m Toren. The Mercury Warrior. ”
She nodded slowly, trying to figure out why the repeat. “And so that means…you’re not just any old angel is what you’re saying. And you don’t appreciate me acting as though liking little ole me is dumb.”
He raised his brows. “Exactly. You don’t know your own beauty and strength. That’s understandable. But to say that I don’t, is…yes, pretty foolish.”
She pffted with a role of her eyes all while her heart went rabid with excitement. “Where’s this human couple then?”
He shrugged, looking at her chest before raising his gaze back to hers. “They’ll come along.”
“They’ll come along.” She nodded absently. “And how do you know? You…see into the future?”
“No. Well, not exactly. I just pray and it happens.”
“Really.” She couldn’t keep the oh please out of her tone. “So they’re just gonna show on up at our front door.”
“That’s the idea.”
Geeze he was starting to sound way too much like Josephus.
“Don’t insult me.”
She snapped her gaze to his. “Say what?”
“I said don’t insult me. I can hear your thoughts. Yes, especially yours.”
She gasped, offended.
“I can’t help it with you it seems.”
“Well you had better start helping it Mr. Fancy Angel, thoughts are private.” She gasped again. “How long have you been listening to them?”
“I began hearing them when you passed out at the truck.”
“Oh thank God.”
He grinned at her and licked his lower lip, making her stomach flip. “But I knew your thoughts way before that.”
She choked on a light huff. “And how the hell?”
He narrowed his gaze like the answer pained him. “You’re body tells me.”
“Body language?” She snorted, picking at the covers in her lap. “Please, I gave no such signals.”
“Oh yes you did. And you are now.”
Her heart raced and again her stomach flipped along with a tingle between her legs. “Are not.”
His eyes rolled shut and he took in a deep breath. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes slowly and pinned her with his seductive and tormented gaze. “I can even taste it.” His eyes rolled shut again and he shook his head a little. “Makes me…makes me have to taste you more.”
This time when he looked at her, Sam swallowed. Shit. He meant like now. She suddenly felt like she was being tugged from inside her blood. Oh hell, she was. “Toren,” she whispered, crawling on the bed toward him like a sleek panther. His eyes riveted to hers as he continued pulling her until her lips were right before his. He angled his head and leaned in. Sam’s lips parted when the tip of his warm tongue swept slowly over them. “What are you doing?” she gasped lightly.
He angled his head the other way and licked again, a slow, sensual lick. “Tasting you.”
Hunger slammed into Sam and when he licked a third time, she parted her lips and reached for his tongue with hers. When their tips touched, his gasp hit her mouth and fueled the fire in her blood. She moaned and climbed into his lap, taking his face into her hands and kissing him with a boldness, reaching as far into his delicious mouth as she could to taste. His hands surged up her sides, under her t-shirt, firm and hungry on her skin. He groaned deeply between ragged breaths.
“God, I want you,” she whispered. “I need you.” She reached for the hem of his t-shirt and he stripped it off. Sam sat in his lap and began tasting his chest. When he tried to pull her to his lips, she pushed him onto the bed and forced his arms down. “My turn,” she gasped. “Be still.”