Ten seconds of waiting and she threw in the towel on that miracle. Might have something to do with how he’d kissed her. Like a little nervous reptilian. Surprised she didn’t choke on his tongue. And yet she still couldn’t deny there was something exciting about the aggression he’d shown, even if it lacked expertise. But then it wasn’t like she was an authority, either.
She sighed and stuck her hand out toward him. Maybe if she talked to the angel, he could work a few miracles in the how to department.
Ezekiel looked at her hand like it were a deadly asp. Seeming to swallow his lifelong plans of…being a pussy?—he put his hand in hers, not meeting her gaze. She took a breath of courage and squeezed his fingers. “You okay little Soldier?”
He quirked his upper lip while squinting his eyes briefly at her, clearly not liking the little reference. Wasn’t her fault he was little. And sorta feminine.
She smiled sweetly at him then remembered what his body felt like under hers during that demon debacle. Okay, feminine was a tremendously erroneous word. He was rock solid muscle.
“Might be a good idea for you to hold her around the waist,” the angel said.
At his pathetic hesitation, Skylar sighed and put her arm around his hips. “Am I going to have to do everything in this relationship?”
She smiled up into his frown, seeing he only had maybe four inches on her five foot two. “There is no relationship,” he muttered.
“Aw. I promise not to break your heart.” She raised her brows. “Much.”
He put his finger on her chest and slowly pushed until her breasts weren’t touching him. What an odd man. Almost like he didn’t like women. Now why did that make her want to…be one all over him?
He snaked his arm around her waist and jerked her tight to his lower body. Skylar stifled a gasp and a giggle. Calling his little manly bluff, she lowered her hand to his butt and pressed his groin even tighter to her. She whispered in her sultriest voice, “I knew there was a man underneath that little girl act.”
Before she could enjoy the pissed off shock in that cute face of his, her world blurred. Skylar was a little surprised and relieved that he’d had the ballsy reflex to protectively press her head to his chest. At least at his core, there was something there. She’d have to figure how to dig it out if they were going to work together in this endeavor. She was all for helping mankind, but she wasn’t going to do it with a little bitch for a partner.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
What a disgusting woman. Typical American whore. She didn’t fool him. He remembered quite clearly how terrified she was when she dove on him and kissed him. More like hammered him with lips.
He still couldn’t believe this was all happening. Nor that he’d actually managed to kiss a woman. He’d done pretty damn good too. Which was likely why she had her claws all over him, he’d turned on all those hormones. The idea this…angel wanted him to consummate with her was just…preposterous. Surely he had meant that in some metaphorical sense. There was no way he could keep an erection with a woman like that. She was everything he despised and she stood for everything people like him died for.
The American Way.
Ezekiel didn’t even let himself dwell on the God issue. If he’d been wrong about God, then fine, he could deal with that. But this woman? He’d be burned alive before defiling himself with her. Since he met her he knew the expanse between her ears was wider than that Montana sky.
All that beauty was supposed to impress him, no doubt. But little Miss America would have to learn that he was far out of her league in so many ways. If he was ever supposed to truly give himself to a woman, it’d be the bride of his destiny, chosen since childhood. But he’d been called to more. Something exactly like what the angel had brought to him. Minus that woman.
Metaphorical. Had to be.
He ignored the little voice that whispered how very un-metaphorical that kiss was.
He’d draw the line there. If they wanted him to cooperate, then he had a few requirements as well. They would meet them or find somebody else. Amana—the end.
The world stopped spinning finally. He thought.
Where were they? In a field of lilacs?
“You can open your eyes now.”
At the angel’s deep voice, Ezekiel cracked his lids and was met with the interior of...a hotel?
“Suffocating here.”
He realized that woman’s head was mashed against his chest. He released her, instantly figuring where the field of flowers came from. Ugh.
She gave him a little smug smile. “Passionate. That’ll come in handy, I’m sure.”
What an insolent woman. She was being that way purposely, he had no doubt. Enjoying his chaste disposition on intimacy like the filthy slut she was. He needed to have words with that…angel.