"Ella," he groaned and traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. "What do you want? This time, you tell me. I don't want to make any mistakes here, and I"—he swallowed thickly—"I can't...I have to..."

She whimpered. Heart, body and mind aligned, she didn't need to think about it. "In me. Need you in me."

His weight disappeared. Then so did she. For a split–second, her physical self seemed to vanish. And then they were on the bed in her room.

Dazed and awed, she laughed. "What just happened?"

Heavy–lidded eyes traced over her face. "I don't have the patience to act human right now."

"Mmm, I kinda like the sound of that."

"Gods, woman, you are driving me crazy." He sat up, straddling her thighs, and helped her remove her shirt. That flaring light returned in his gaze, and she swore she could feel it drag over her breasts. She bared them to his observation, and he caressed them with light fingertips that made her shiver. "Such exquisite perfection."

Her breaths coming in faster, shallower draws, she grabbed the hem of his damp shirt. "So, you can move us with your mind, but can't remove our clothes? Not an all–powerful god, then?"

Biting the inside of her lip to restrain the threatening smile, she looked up at him with what she hoped was innocence.

He blinked once and the cotton disappeared from her fingers. "Are you questioning my godhood?"

Mouth gaping, Ella dragged her gaze down Zeph's completely naked body. She couldn't restrain her huge grin. "Not...um, not anymore."