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“May I kiss you?” I can’t help how hard I am. I’ve been at half-mast since she walked into the bar, but now, my cock is fully engaged with the idea of seducing this woman.
The tip of her tongue peeks out and she wets her bottom lip. Her voice is breathy and sexy as fuck. “Just a kiss.”
“One kiss.” I lower my lips to hers. The spark of energy when they meet nearly knocks me off my feet. Holding it together, I nibble her full bottom lip. Then suck her top one gently.
“Oh.”She wraps her arm around my neck.
Never one to let an opportunity pass me, I take advantage of her open mouth and slip my tongue inside the soft wet heaven.
She slides her tongue along mine and makes the most alluring purring sound in her throat. Moving her hips against me, the purr grows louder before she pushes back and breaks the kiss. Covering her mouth with her hand, she’s wide-eyed and shaking.
Reluctantly, I let her go. It takes all my strength not to pick her up and take her home. If she were any other woman, she’d willingly come with me. My hands are fisted at my sides, and I force them open.
“I—” She pushes her hair out of her face. “I don’t know what to say. I’m not like this.”
“If you’re worried that I think badly of you, I don’t. I think you’re perfect, Felicity.”
She backs away and her voice shakes. “I don’t kiss men I don’t know, and I definitely don’t kiss them like that. You bring out things in me that are not me.”
“Would it make you feel any better to know that I was equally affected by that kiss?” There’s something out of the usual but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Why is she different? What’s happening to me?
Shaking her head, she says, “Goodnight.”
As a demon, I want to chase her. My gut instinct is to follow her. My good sense says to go home and call her once I’m back in New York, and she feels less threatened. I make the sensible choice.
As I pass Newark, I sense Jorge is nearby. I should follow the calling to find him. The desire to go to my apartment and call Felicity is stronger, so I continue north on the New Jersey Turnpike.
* * *
Once I’m in my apartment, I stare at my phone for a long time. I should let her be. In fact, I should never bother her again. She’s not the kind of woman who deserves a demon in her life or her bed.
Wait. Why am I thinking about more than her bed? There’s nothing more than sex with a human woman. They are strictly for pleasure. So why does my high-rise apartment feel so empty and why am I staring at her name on my phone?
I press the Call button. I can hang up once I hear her voice.
“Hello.” Soft and sweet, the sound goes directly to a place in my chest I thought was only for pumping blood.
“Hi.” I’m a fucking idiot.
“Where are you?”
“Home. Are you alright?” Why does it matter? She’s just a woman.
“I’m a little freaked out, but I’ll survive.”
“You being freaked out about kissing me isn’t great.” I don’t recognize my own voice, so full of concern.
She chuckles. “It was a wonderful kiss, Mantus. I’m just not the kind of person who loses herself in a passionate moment with someone I barely know and…”
“And what?” I love the idea that she’s never been overcome with passion before and that I caused her to lose control.
“You have secrets, and I feel like they’re big ones. That’s not going to work for me.”
There’s a pause.
I don’t know what to say. She’s right, but telling her I’m a demon and my job is to send fallen angels who are shape-shifting assholes back to purgatory isn’t an option.
She asks, “Are you still there?”
