Phoebe said nothing as he drew the scarf back from her face
and dropped it to the ground behind her. Her shoulder-length
hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he loosened the band
and ran his fingers through the strands, then cupped his
hands around her skull, tipping her head so she looked up
into his eyes.
“Eleni,” he murmured.
She frowned at the strange name, but before she could even
think to ask, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.
All rational thoughts fled from her mind. His lips were soft
at first, almost reverent as he learned the shape of hers,
then they hardened. His hands held her steady while he
slanted his mouth over hers and parted her lips.
As his tongue pushed inside her, the knot in her belly
unraveled. A warm wet heat washed through her, saturating
the core of her body, and she swayed toward him.
He wasn’t touching her anywhere except for his hands in her
hair, his lips on hers, filling her mouth with the slow,
languid thrust of his tongue. She made a low moan of need
deep in her throat, and he went still against her. Drawing
back, he stared down into her eyes, his expression almost
fearful.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
She looked at him then. He still wore the pants he’d been
wearing in the compound, but his jacket and shirt were gone.
Her eyes flickered past the tips of his wings and then
quickly back to his naked chest. He was muscular, but sleek
and lean, his ridged belly almost concave where it
disappeared into his waistband. Beneath that, she could see
the bulge of his erection pressing against the material of
his pants, and her breath caught in her throat.
She tried to remember who he was—Caden Wolfe, CEO of the
company she was investigating. The man she was convinced was
bribing his way to government contracts. But he was also the
man she’d been fantasizing about for weeks now, ever since
she’d seen his photograph.
And did it matter what he was in real life? Here and now, he
was just some manifestation of her fantasies. She’d dreamed
him up because he was the most gorgeous guy she had ever
encountered and she was a sad, frustrated woman who hadn’t
had sex in five years.
And if she was really hovering on the brink of death, didn’t
she deserve a little fun first? Even if it wasn’t real.
Or rather—especially if it wasn’t real.
