Page 35 of The Incubus's Angel
Maisie swallows and her eyes dip toward my mouth, lingering for a few long seconds before flicking back up to my eyes, a happy tilt settling on her lush lips. “It was so fun. I got some exciting news tonight and I couldn’t wait to tell you. I was actually on my way to you now.”
“You were coming to see me?” Unable to help myself, I pull her a little closer to me, everything from our waists down pressing against each other.
Maisie bites her lip and her head dips in an uncharacteristically shy nod, one hand moving to my chest to toy with the string of my hoodie. “I wanted to. But I didn’t know if you’d be asleep already. Did your party only finish now?”
I want to reach out and brush the escaped golden tendril off her face. I want to trace my lips across her cheeks and mapher collarbones with my tongue. I want to take her home and worship her all night long.
Shaking my head, my lips curl into a crooked smile. “No. It ended a while ago. I wanted to see that you get home safe.”
Maisie gives a happy little sigh and her knees wobble for a second as her arousal blooms. My arm tightens around her waist and my tail shoots forward to wrap around her leg in added support. Or perhaps because all of me wants to feel all of her.
Her lips part as she stares up at me with darkened eyes, the sliver of sage green barely visible now.
Neither of us moves. We stay locked together, our chests moving with shallow breaths as we stare at each other, studying each minute reaction, each inhale, each exhale.
Finally, Maisie’s earlier words register through the fog of lust in my brain, and I ask, “You had exciting news?”
Maisie’s expression shifts, her eyes shimmering in the starlight. “Doc Calla asked me to make a birthday cake for her. There’s going to be a big party and everything. This can alter my career, Ren. This is huge for me.”
I shift my hand to cup her face and duck my head to meet her at eye level, feeling so proud and so excited for this deserving creature. “That’s wonderful news, Maisie. I’m so happy for you. Such a great opportunity to show off your talent and skill to a wide range of potential customers. I’ll take photos for you and document everything for your portfolio, if you’d like?”
“Ren?” Maisie whispers.
“Yeah?”
She hesitates for another second, then wets her lips. “How would you feel about having a kissing lesson?”
My heart shoots down to my soles before ricocheting back up to my chest, heating my blood to a delicious simmer.
I swallow. “I’d like that.”
Fidgeting with my hoodie’s string, Maisie looks up at me through her lashes. “Is now okay?”
“Now would be great.”
Maisie adjusts the hand on my chest, slowly moving it higher to reach for my face, giving me enough time to get used to the sensation and to change my mind if I wanted to.
I may be unskilled, but I’m not naive. And what Maisie hasn’t realized yet is that when I’m with her, my shell of insecurities is stripped away and a confident incubus lies in wait, ready to devour her.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Maisie breathes, moving onto her tiptoes.
“No, angel. I’m going to kiss you.”
The first brush of my lips against Maisie’s is soft, tentative, and only serves to spark a once-dormant flame within me. She parts her mouth and I brush against her again, a little hungrier now.
Maisie’s arms settle around my neck like they were almost meant to be there. Like they belong there. And I know I’ll never be able to return to life the way it was before I knew her.
Our tongues dart cautiously forward, meeting in the middle to taste, to explore in the most gentle ways. Slowly, we grow bolder, our tongues twining and our hands roaming.
My incubus instincts lead me, guiding me to read her cues, to stay attuned to every gasp and every whimper.
“Angel, you taste like heaven,” I practically growl against her mouth, hardly recognizing my own voice.
“More,” she demands.
More, I’ll deliver.
Our kiss becomes ravenous, our arousal winding together in the most tempting way that has me walking Maisie backward until she’s pressed against the thick trunk of a tree.
