The Forbidden Life of Alex Moore(19)

Anything to avoid looking at the naked man in her bed. Because when she looked at him, she wanted to climb back in.
And no good could come of that.
She didn’t regret what she’d done. Which wasn’t the same as saying it had been a good choice. Like a bite of a donut when the whole box was waiting to be devoured. Now she’d had a taste and of course she wanted more. Already a voice in her head was trying to convince her that the damage was done, so why not enjoy it? There’d be plenty of time for regrets later.
She gave him one last look and caught him watching her with that searching way of his. There was a grim set to his jaw and a guarded gleam in his golden eyes. What was he thinking?
Maybe this was what he did. Earth girls were easy, right?
No, she didn’t believe this had been casual for him, either. That had been crazy, brain-disconnected-hormones-in-charge sex. Her heart still hadn’t slowed down. But wanting more was only going to make it harder when he left. And he would.
He was promised afterlife for getting himself killed by hellhounds. How could she compete with that? Had she not been on that trail yesterday, they would never even have met.
She took a deep breath. “I need some coffee. You?”
He rubbed his face and nodded. He was wondering what she was thinking. She let him wonder. Her thoughts were too scattered, stretching the gamut of her emotions. If he had an inkling of what was going on in her head, he’d run for the hills.
“Not that I’m complaining,” she said over her shoulder as she went to the kitchen. “But if you want some pants, I’m pretty sure my sister had a live-in boyfriend for a while. He left some clothes.”
“Lilly,” he said.
“I don’t know what size they are,” she rushed on before he could say whatever came next, “but they’re better than the ones I stripped off you last night. At least until they get washed. Check in the chest, bottom drawer. Can’t miss them.”
She didn’t stop until she reached the kitchen. She was breathless, close to tears, bordering anger and still turned on. An emotional tornado just waiting to touch down. None of it was his fault, and all of it was his fault.
“Welcome to the human female,” she muttered beneath her breath.
A few seconds later, she heard Alex let loose a frustrated sigh and pad to the chest of drawers. She tried not to listen as he opened the drawer and shut it again, or when he went into the small bathroom and started the shower. But her awareness of him wouldn’t mute.
“You are so screwed,” she told herself.
Because she wanted him, this stranger who didn’t think he was human. She wanted him like she’d never wanted a man before. She’d just had him and she wanted him some more. When he’d stood behind her, his chest a breath away from her back…when he’d smoothed her hair, touched her shoulder. She’d practically melted to the floor. And he hadn’t even kissed her yet.
I never said I wasn’t male.
Understatement of the century. He was so male that he’d fine-tuned every female response inside her, and now she was humming along, just waiting for him to do it again.
He found her in the kitchen just as the coffee finished brewing. Lilly pretended like his presence didn’t interrupt the time-space continuum between her brain and her sex, but she’d never been a great pretender and he could probably feel the heat coming off of her in waves.
In hopes of hiding it, she busied herself filling cups, adding cream to hers. Trying not to notice how good he smelled. Soap, shampoo, and Alex. She wanted to press her nose to his chest and just breathe. He wore a pair of jeans that he’d had to belt at the waist and a flannel shirt that hung loosely over his broad shoulders. It looked soft to the touch.
And she wanted to touch.
Socks covered his feet and a bland expression hid his thoughts from her. But in her mind he was still stripped and taut with wanting, those eyes so hot they’d sizzled through her common sense.
“Your sister’s friend had about sixty pounds on me,” he said with a tight smile.
Lilly was willing to wager that’s all he had. Even dark and broody, Alex was the sexiest man she’d ever met. He made her feel giddy when he came close. She’d seen other women react that way to men, but she’d never felt anything like the yearning that roared to life when he was near.
She took a deep breath and tried to focus. “Are you hungry?”
“Is that what we do next? Eat?”
His gaze snared hers again and she was caught by the beauty of his eyes. What color were they? Brown was too mild, green too precise, and hazel not nearly vivid enough. The short fringe of black lash set them off like jewels.