Page 24 of God Touched

"Yes?"

Arawan clicked his tongue. "Pity. I feel like tearing it off you. I don't like another god being so close to your breasts."

Imogen's brain went fuzzy, but her mouth had no such problem. "Are you trying to flirt with me right now? Because wanting to wreck my Loki shirt isn't the right way to do it."

Liar.Imogen had never had anyone literally tear her clothes off before. The image had its appeal.

Arawan's smile turned sly. He leaned into her space so she could feel the heat of his body against her. Her traitorous nipples hardened under Loki's face.

"If that were true, darling, why did your breath just catch and your pulse start to race?"

"It's me being offended by your audacity," Imogen lied.

"Do not speak to me about audacity.Youare the most audacious creature I have ever met in my entire existence," he growled.

Oh, he had no idea. He wanted to play flirty, intimidation games, did he?

Imogen went up on her tiptoes until her mouth was barely an inch from his. Arawan's smile faltered, and his eyes heated.

"I could feel how muchyou disapproved of my audacity when you had me up against that tree, Lord of the dead," she whispered against his mouth without touching it before moving past him and out of the kitchen.

12

Imogen hated mornings. So much of her hunting adult life had been working at night that anything before ten a.m. wasn't worth getting up to. That's why whoever was banging on her door at seven a.m. was going to get throat punched.

Grumbling, she pulled her Loki shirt, making sure it covered her ass before stumbling to the door. She yanked it open.

"For the love of fuck,what?" she demanded.

Duncan held out a tray to her. He looked shocked by her morning banshee appearance for a second before good manners smoothed the surprise away.

"I have your breakfast, Miss Ironwood," he said, moving inside to place it on a small table. "If I had my key, I wouldn't need to wake you every morning."

"If you asked me what time I get up, you wouldn't be waking me up at all." Imogen pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, I know you're just doing your job. I don't want to bust your balls, but no banging on my door before ten, okay?"

Duncan bowed. "Apologies, my lady. I'll let the kitchen know of your request."

"Thanks. That's nice of you." Imogen opened the door wider for him to leave and saw Arawan the second he came out of his own room.

God, did he ever not look perfect? It was way too early to look at him in leather pants and a black shirt with his laces loose. Imogen might have been a grumpy morning person, but she was also a horny morning person.

Arawan looked at her bare toes and up to her rumpled bed hair in a way that made her lady parts throb. He opened his mouth to say something, but Imogen quickly shut the door before he could get a word out.

Nope. Too early to deal with that voice growling at her.

Imogen lifted the silver lid off the tray and found pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit, toast, porridge…everything someone would make without knowing what the recipient wanted.

Imogen put some bacon on top of a pancake, rolled it up, and munched it as she climbed back into bed. When she was done, she burrowed under the blankets and put her pillow over her head.

Stupid goth gods and their sexy morning smiles.

Imogen hadn't slept well the night before. Not because she had nightmares; those were regular enough to be mundane, but because of Arawan poking at her shirt.

To Imogen, the only thing worse than being regularly horny over a hot guy was realizing that she also liked them.

And Imogen liked Arawan. He had played bullshit games to try and unnerve her since they met. And strangely enough, she liked that side of him too. She had played horny chicken with him in the kitchen the night before and liked that she could mess with him back without him smiting her.

Had anyone bothered to flirt with the God of the dead? Had theydared? It seemed unlikely because he always seemed torn between shocked and intrigued. That only seemed to bring out her shit-stirring scandalous side even more.

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