I closed my eyes and prayed he’d drop it. No such luck. The floor creaked as Dorian stepped further into my room. I could feel his body just behind me. He’d taken me to a bed and breakfast in Massachusetts a few days ago. I thought we were there to extract a spirit but I’d found out that said spirit was Dorian’s sidekick. During our stay I’d given into the attraction and made out with the Angel of Death. I stopped myself before it went further. I still wasn't sure if I gave into him because I wanted him or I just wanted to give my brain a break from Aiden.
Cool fingers brushed against my neck, sweeping my hair to the side to expose my throat. I kept my back to Dorian, afraid if I turned around I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him again.
“We have to talk about it.” Dorian spoke against my skin, his breath caressing and awakening something I was trying very hard to ignore.
“Please just drop it,” I whispered. He pressed his lips to the crook of my neck. My eyes rolled back as I absorbed the feel of his kiss. There was something about this man that took ahold of me and wouldn’t let go. Try as I might I couldn’t deny my attraction.
Turning around, I placed a hand on his chest. His lips were spaced as he peered over me, his body tense and his muscles tight. He was like a predator and had I been in the right frame of mind, I would have let him take me to bed and consume me.