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"Dance with me," he commanded softly.
"Why should I do that?" How was it that she managed to miss how good looking he was earlier? Even though he'd been unkempt there was no way she should have overlooked his high cheekbones, square jaw line, and long eyelashes. Most females would kill to have lashes like that.
Emmanuel's full lips curled into a sensual smile. "Because we're starting to attract attention, so I think we better act like we're here to have a good time." When she hesitated, he cocked a brow at her. "Are you scared to touch me? Worried that you may like it too much?"
A slightly hysterical laugh burst from her. "Afraid of an archangel? You wish."
Emmanuel reached out with one arm, hooked Cadean around the waist and hauled her to his chest. The breath left her body in a woosh. "There are many things I'm wishing for, my little harpy," he said against her ear. When his lips brushed against her skin, her knees went weak. "Dance with me."
What harm could come from one little dance? And he was right, they were starting to attract attention. If they had any hopes of blending into the crowd, then they had better start acting like everyone else. Unfortunately, demons had a nasty habit of dancing well--nasty. A wave of heat covered her face at the thought of rubbing against him like some of the other females were with their male companions.
"You're crazy if you think I'll dance with you. We're being watched. The last thing I want is for my name to be associated with yours."
Emmanuel didn't seem to have any of the same qualms. He grabbed one handful of her ass and forced her to slightly straddle his leg. "Are you ashamed to be seen with anexiled justice angel?"
"No." A shiver went through her treacherous body as his breath fanned over her bare shoulder. "I don't want to be seen dancing with any angel, period."
He swiveled his hips and her body was so flush with his, it moved with him. The music playing wasn't too fast, yet it wasn't a slow song either. So he was able to set a sensual pace. "I hate to break it to you, sugarplum, but your body is telling me something else."
Cadean was horrified to realize her hands had somehow found their way to his shoulders and she was matching his moves with some swivels of her own hips. She tried to pull away and he tightened his grip in her waist. "One dance, Cadean. I think your reputation can withstand that."
The way he said her name almost made her moan with desire. He seemed to savor every syllable, every letter like it was a fine meal. He leaned even closer into her, his warm spicy scent filling her senses. When her breasts pushed even harder against his chest, her nipples strained against her top as if they were begging to be touched. Cadean swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She knew she should push him away and get as far away from him as she could, yet she couldn't seem to bring herself to do it. "How about your reputation?"
For some insane reason, when he dipped her back, she allowed it, arching her back and letting her head tilt toward the floor. "Would you believe me if I said I could give a damn?"
The harpy whipped upright, anger overriding her desire. "Likely story, no self-respecting angel would be seen with a demon like me. Now let go of my ass."
His hand slid down until it was touching the back of her thigh, thanks to Lilith's super short skirt, he made contact with her flesh. "I'm sorry," he whispered against her ear, his lips briefly touching her. "Would you rather I touch you here." Shocked, Cadean felt his fingers graze up until they were inches from her pussy. She got wet as she found herself wishing wildly that he would keep going until he was relieving the ach that was building up there.
"N-n-no," she stammered out. What was happening to her? She used to be feared by most of the demons in Hell and now she was reduced to a blabbering idiot and all because of one wretched archangel.
"Liar," the angel challenged, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I think you want me as bad as I want you. Tell me something," his fingers inched up, so they were under the hem of the mini-skirt, "if I touched you, would I find you all wet for me?"
"No." She shook her head. Oh gods, she was going to come right here in the middle of the crowded dance floor and he hadn't even touched her yet.
Posted April 14, 2011
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