When Brea Tackett is gunned down in cold blood her guardian angel is unable to leave her to face an eternity in hell. Nox knows Angels aren’t supposed to fall in love, but that rule was broken with Brea long ago. So he strikes a deal with Azrael, the Angel of Death, for the future of her soul.
Becoming a Reaper allows Brea a chance at redemption. Purgatory is a world unlike any she’s ever dreamed of—filled with Angels, Demons, and temptation. But with training and the desire to succeed, she’s walking the straight and narrow, with one exception—Nox.
She stepped down from the shower and wrapped her body in a white towel.
Her jaw dropped.
Ten feet away, Nox waited, casually propped against the wall.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“You said we weren’t finished with our conversation.” He shrugged.
“That didn’t mean I wanted you to stalk me,” she murmured, mindful of Garrick in the other room. “How did you find me?” she asked, suddenly numb. She’d always known Nox teetered on the edge of good and evil. Maybe this was where he crossed that line.
“I always know where you are,” he whispered huskily as he approached. His relentless steps caused her to retreat until her body met counter and she was forced to grasp the marble for support as he pressed his length along hers.
“Besides, you’re hidden from evil, not morally ambiguous,” he said. His reply answered the silent question that had formed in her head.
“There’s the how, but not the why.”
“I already told you. A week ago you wouldn’t have asked me for a reason,” he said. His rich baritone was full of regret as he pinned her with his dark gaze.
“Nox…” Frozen by the unexpected display of emotion that swam on the surface, she was unable to respond with a witty comeback. A shudder rippled through her body at the vision he made in the faded blue shirt that caressed his broad shoulders and the pants that highlighted his taut ass and long, lean legs.
“We have a lot of unfinished things between us, you and me,” he breathed into her ear.
She bit back a moan as the heated air teased her senses. After all this time, he knew what she liked. Warm hands gripped her hips, and she felt her body turn to putty when he lifted her to sit on the counter. The coolness of the stone met her heated flesh and coaxed a whimper from her parted lips. Her nipples pebbled in response and her pussy began to throb with want.
“W-What are you doing,” she managed as he lowered himself to his knees. A thrill of panic and delight spiraled though her body at the sight of her lover prepared to pleasure.
“You smell like flowers, musk, and honey. Such a delicious combination, it’d be a crime to let all that cream go to waste.”
Her cry echoed off the walls when he tugged the towel from around her body and barred her with his hungry gaze
“Do you know I can smell how much you want me?”
Her body quivered.
“Mmm, you have such a pretty pussy, baby.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he spread her legs apart and took in the smooth glistening mound wet with her desire.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He ran a teasing finger over her swollen nub and her hips jerked. No matter how many times they shared this intimacy, his admiration always made her feel like it was their first. He’d been timid and somewhat awkward when their relationship first entered physical territory. But what he lacked in skill he more than made up for in sincerity. No one else had ever looked at her with the worship visible in his gaze. It almost made up for the constant sexual frustration experienced when they stopped short of consummation.
“Anxious, aren’t you? Normally I’d draw this out, but seeing as how we’re short on time…”
He buried his fingers into her moist cavern and elicited a gasp. Her fingers gripped the counter for dear life, and she bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. She wanted to ask for more, but fought to hold onto control. It was all a part of the game they played.