“But I clearly heard you.”
“I know,” I snapped and then forced myself to calm down. “I know what I said. It was a figure of speech. I don’t now, nor will I ever have chickens in my house unless they are fried.”
Still seemingly confused but accepting my answer, Michael nodded. “Very well. So, your friend has not found the stalker yet?”
“No, not yet.” I turned back to my dishes. I needed something to do other than wonder how much of my conversation with Mandy he’d overheard.
“I will ask Gabriel to see if he can get a clearer picture of where the man died.”
I nodded. “I’d appreciate that.”
There was silence for a moment, and then I felt his heat against my back causing me to stiffen. With my hands in the cooling water, the warmth of his breath brushed my neck and ear. When did he get so close?
“I have another question,” Michael murmured into my ear, his voice low and gravely. So damn sexy.
“Yeah?” I breathed, my heart palpitating in anticipation. Why am I getting so excited? He could be asking me something completely absurd, and here I am soaking my panties from just the sound of his voice.
Unaware of my inner turmoil, Michael’s arms wrapped around me, and before you could say ‘hold ya, mama,’ he cupped my breast in his large palms. Or well, sort of. He wasn’t so much cupping them as holding them where my breasts were.
“W-what are you doing?” I gasped not understanding why I hadn’t shoved him away yet. The tingling in my breasts was causing my nipples to harden and who knew what I’d do when that happened.
His head leaned down, so he was looking over me. “I do not see the sagging you complained about. Am I doing the cuppage right?’
Blinking, I barely focused on what he asked. When I did, my body revolted against me, making my hand slip and pain to radiate through my finger. Michael promptly let go of me, something my breasts cried about, and waved for me to give him my hand.
Blood bubbled from where the single knife I owned had caught me. Grimacing at the sight of blood, I ignored him. “Fuck. I need a band-aid.”
Before I could get two steps away, Michael stepped in front of me. “Hold your finger out.” I gave him an incredulous look. “Just trust me, Jane.”
I did as he asked and in slow motion, I watched as he lifted my hand to his face and slid my finger into his mouth. My jaw dropped open and my eyes glazed in lust as he sucked on the injured finger. Each suck seemed to pulsate through my clit.
I could feel him! And oh my god. He’s sucking on my finger. An angel is sucking on my finger!
I tried to calm my inner freak out as Michael removed my finger from his mouth. The irritatingly delicious man seemed unaffected by what he had just done. He seemed almost clinical about the whole thing.
Unfair!
“There you are.” Michael lets me take my hand back unaware of the melted puddle of goo I’d become.
Holding my hand like it was some piece of priceless artwork, I stare in awe at the newly healed finger. It was like I’d never been cut!
“You can heal wounds with your mouth?” I asked, still in disbelief. “What are you a freaking vampire?” Before he could answer, I held my hand up, the one that had gotten hurt. “Am I going to get super powers in this hand now? Like some magical transference?”
“No.” Michael deadpanned.
“What about just this finger?” I held up my healed finger. “Like super strength? Or can it text as fast as lightning?” I zipped my finger around the air in front of me making a buzzing noise with my mouth.
“Not in the slightest.” Michael rolled his eyes. “Now, if you are done injuring yourself, I will be on my way. I’ll send Gabriel back to you if he finds anything.”
“Sure, thanks,” I said distracted by the awesome powers I could have acquired. After a moment, I glanced up and realized Michael was still there. “I thought you were leaving?”
“I am.” Michael huffed. “Or I’m trying to but ... I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?” I stopped looking at my finger long enough to study him. “Why don’t you just poof away like you usually do?”
“Don’t you think I’m trying?” Michael scowled, clearly frustrated at his dilemma.
Circling around him, I tried to search for some reason why he’s stuck. “Maybe you need to recharge or something?”
“I’m not battery operated.” The archangel crossed his arms over his chest and growled. “This has never happened to me before.”
“Oh, I hear ya.” I waved off his annoyance. “One time I was in a hurry for class and my battery died in my car. I spent thirty minutes trying to get a jump. Maybe that’s what you need, a jump.”
And boy, would I like to jump him! Not in the battery sense. The sexual sense. No, down, girl. See what happens when you get a little bit of boob action and some finger sucking? All reason goes out the window, and you’re ready to fuck like it’s Mardi Gras.
“For the last time, I’m not a battery.” Michael snapped and stomped across the room, clearly a pacer when upset.
What happened next, I wished I’d had a camera for. I really did. I’d have won a million dollars for the best fail of the century, but of course, I was too busy staring at Michael’s ass as he walked away and then promptly stumbled over the table. His legs flipped up into the air as he tumbled over the couch and landed with a loud thud on the floor.
My hands came up to cover my mouth. My reaction was a mixture of horror, surprise, and laughter. I ended up letting out a half-scream-laugh that sounded like an animal’s cry for help.
Michael wasn’t any different. The angel just laid on the floor as I rushed to his side. His eyes were wide with shock, not seeming to know what happened or what to do next.
I was right with him there.
“I knew you guys were lying,” were the first words to come out of my mouth. Really, I needed to work on my filter. “Incorporeal, my fine ass.”
Michael slowly sat up, his hand going to his head where he winced. “Ow. I didn’t lie. We aren’t corporeal. In any sense. Only God lets us be solid, and that’s only after a weeks’ worth of paperwork.”
“Well, maybe you’re fallen,” I suggested.
Michael glared at me, and I instantly wished I could take it back. “Lucifer is fallen and isn’t corporeal, so that doesn’t even make sense,” he countered and started to get to his feet. His muscled bulged and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t drool a little bit at the sight of them.
Michael stood and started to pace again, this time being sure not to run into the couch. Sadly, my apartment being so small and he being so big, he didn’t have much to work with. I should have been worried. An angel having a meltdown could not be good. Not for me. Not for the world.
Had I somehow started the apocalypse?
After what seemed like forever, Michael spun around and pointed a finger at me. “You did this to me.”
“Me?” I put my hand to my chest, offended that he would even think I could have anything to do with it. “I don’t know how to upgrade my computer let alone turn an angel corporeal.”
“Yes, you and your finger.” He pointed at the finger he had just moments ago had sucked like a lollipop. The reminder still made my clit twitch.
“Hey, now.” I pointed said finger at his chest. “You’re the one who was all like, I got this and popped my finger in your mouth. I didn’t force you.”
Michael stroked his chin in thought, his anger cooling. “It must have been your blood.”
“My blood?”
“Yes, all angels can heal each other, but I wasn’t sure if I could heal you. I thought since you could feel me, I must be able to heal you. This was a good chance to test that out. It seems like I was correct but unaware of the side effects.”