“Side effects? From drinking my blood?” If I wasn't thinking of vampires before, I sure as hell was now. Magic healing, blood with magic powers, sounded like a preteen movie to me.
“The question now …” Michael paused and then sat down on the couch. Legs spread apart, he leaned on his knees his head hanging down. He smacked his lips and locked eyes with me. “… is how long will it last?”
“Who knows?” I shrugged. I sat down on the couch next to him, his body heat warming me differently than when he was incorporeal.
After a few minutes of thinking so hard my head started to hurt, I asked, “This is the first time you’ve been corporeal, right?” I beamed up at him. “Then you must have so many things you want to do.” I started to get excited at all the things he had to try. “There’s this great pizza place down the street you have to try. You can eat, can’t you? I mean, you have a solid form now,” I poked at his stomach which felt as hard and muscular as it had always looked but somehow touching it just made it different. Hotter.
“I believe I could eat,” Michael commented, smiling down at me.
“Then let’s go.” I jumped to my feet. “There are so many things you need to do before you go back to being all ghostly which, let’s be honest, could be any second.” I started to grab my purse, but Michael’s hand caught me, dragging me back to the couch and into his lap. My hands immediately grabbed hold of his shirt, holding me to him. The smell of him assaulted my nose, making my panties even more uncomfortable.
“Jane,” Michael looked down at me, his eyes full of a hunger I had a feeling had nothing to do with pizza. “There’s only one thing I’m interested in doing right now.”
“Oh yeah?” I laughed hesitantly, trying not to notice the way he felt beneath my hands. “What’s that?”
“You.”
13
As I stared up into Michael’s sky-blue eyes, I had a brain fart. A complete total shut down. A brain dysfunction. Did they have little blue pills for that?
“Do you not wish to ‘ride me like a show pony?’” Michael looked down at me in his arms, his fingers curled around my thigh.
“Uh yeah.” My face flushed at his question. I had said that, hadn’t I? Sounded so much better back then when I didn’t have the option to touch him. Now, faced with his hard muscles and delicious scent, my body was on the edge of overdrive.
I stared at the skin beneath the collar of his shirt, my fingers itching to reveal more of it. As if reading my mind, Michael reached out and took my hand in his, pressing it to his chest. I watched in awe as my hand landed on the fuzzy material of his shirt instead of passing through him.
“Touch me,” Michael commanded. “I feel we don’t have much time.”
The reminder that he could turn incorporeal at any moment shook me out of my little impotent spell. Without a word, I shifted until I straddled his lap and ripped my shirt over my head. Michael’s eyes dropped down to my bra-clad chest, his hot gaze coloring my skin. Not wanting to lose my upward momentum, I slid my hands underneath the edge of Michael’s shirt, lifting it up and spreading my fingers out along the hard planes of his abs.
“Dear baby Jesus,” I muttered as I took the perfection of his body. I shook my head, trying not to drool. “It’s just not right, it’s like you’ve been photoshopped into perfection.”
“Photoshopped?” Michael cocked an eyebrow. “I assure you, every part of me is wholly my own."
"I bet it is." I purred, pulling Michael's shirt up even higher. He became impatient with my gradual revealing of his yumminess and yanked his shirt over his head. Suddenly, I was forced to take in the complete perfection that was the archangel Michael.
It just wasn't fair. Even his nipples were nice, not overly pointy or hairy. I could stare at him all day and be happier than a clam. My soaked panties agreed wholeheartedly.
Michael apparently wasn't as content as I was just to look at him. His hands moved from my waist and trailed up my sides, leaving hot streaks of need running through me. He cupped my breasts through my bra, a curious look on his face. "This is much different than touching you before."
I chuckled. "I would hope so." With a coy grin, I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall between us. Michael's eyes found my bare breasts, and my nipples hardened at the attention.
Moving my discarded bra aside, Michael returned to my breasts, cupping each one in turn. It took everything in me not to moan out in pleasure. I could tell by his dark gaze that he deeply appreciated my bare skin. My eyes flicked down to his lips, and our agreement came back to my mind.
"I believe I owe you a kiss." I peered up at him beneath my lashes, a bit shy but also eager to lock lips with the devastatingly handsome angel. Michael's eyes lifted from my breasts though his hands still palmed them, making me squirm.
Not waiting for him to answer, I licked my lips and lifted my face up to his. I didn't bother with soft and gentle, we didn't have time for that. Who knew when he'd disappear again? I wanted to take advantage while I could.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging his face closer to me and sliding my tongue along the crease of his lips. Letting go of my breasts, Michael wrapped his arms around me, pulling me even closer to him. At the same time, he opened his mouth to me, pressing his length up to rub against my hot core.
Moaning into his mouth, I used both hands to hold onto him as I shamelessly ground my clit against the front of his pants. The fabric between us made it impossible to get as much friction as I wanted, so with a growl, I stood from his lap - earning me a befuddled look from Michael - and then promptly dropped my pants, dragging my destroyed panties with them.
Instead of sitting back in Michael's lap, I moved over to my bed and sat back on it, gesturing with a hand for Michael to follow. His intense gaze on my nude form, Michael stood from the couch and unbuttoned his pants. He wasted no time dropping them to the floor. If he had underwear, I didn't see it because my eyes instantly locked onto the mammoth cock taunting me.
Long and hard, it bobbed its head at me as Michael approached. My tongue peeked out to wet my lips, and the urge to take him in my mouth was almost overwhelming. I wanted to know what he tasted like. Did angels taste different than humans? More importantly, I wanted to see the ever-composed Michael crying out his release because of me.
"If you keep looking at me that way, I will not last." Michael's husky voice drew my attention away from his cock, and I smirked.
"Maybe that's what I want?"
Michael placed his knee on the bed between my thighs and leaned downward forcing me to lay back. "I would love to explore every inch of you, but I believe since we are on a time limit. We should save that for another time."
Poking my lower lip out, I whimpered, "But-"
Whatever I was going to say was cut off when Michael's knee made contact with my wet slit. Michael ground his leg against me, making me gasp and groan. He leaned over me, his fingers trailing over my collarbone and down to circle my nipple.
He plucking at it until I cried out, "This is hardly fair."
Michael gave me a devastating grin. "I never said it would be." His hand dipped between us, his fingers finding my pulsating bundle of nerves. It didn't take much work for him to have me arching off the bed, stars bursting behind my eyes. "So, responsive," he mumbled. He kept stroking me even as my toes curled and a scream ripped from my throat.
Trying to even the playing field, I searched him out and wrapped my hand around his length, causing him to hiss. I tightened my grip on him, moving it along the silken steel. Michael paused in his assault on me and braced himself on the bed. His face pinched in pleasure was almost as good as his finger on me. Almost but not quite.