suddenly appeared through the slats, his expression puzzled as he looked around. I bit my lip, a sudden playfulness driving me as I reached for the door, trying not to make a sound.
“Boo!”
“Fuck—Deyva!” His hand slapped to his chest, face bewildered. “What are you doing in there?”
“Sitting, thinking.” I shrugged. “Waiting to scare you.”
His mismatched eyes brightened as he pulled the confessional door open and stuck his head inside. Did I detect a hint of mischief in those eyes?
“Maybe you’re not so good after all,” he teased, kissable mouth pulling into a grin.
That fucking G-word again. I was going to scream and headbutt someone if I heard it one more time.
“I’m really not, Zach.” My voice came out in a whisper, all humor gone. “If you want to understand me...you should just know that.”
He frowned, and before I could protest, ducked his head and maneuvered his broad body into the little booth with me.
“Aren’t you supposed to sit on the other side of the screen?” I laughed, squished up against the wall. It was cramped enough with just one person.
“I like this better.” He took up most of the room on the bench and pulled me into his lap. My horns just barely scraped the ceiling as I slid my thighs over his to straddle him. “Did I upset you this morning?” The lattice pattern of the screen cast shadows on his face, deeping the lines of his frown.
“No.” I pressed a kiss to his lips, fingers cradling the base of his skull. “I’m just...trying to figure some stuff out, I guess.”
“Isn’t that what we’re all trying to do?” His weight shifted underneath me, strong hand on my hips to hold me in place.
I hissed in a breath. He was getting hard and purposely rubbing himself on me. “Zach…”
“What?” His lips came to mine, sucking and pulling in that sweet, slightly clumsy way he did this morning.
“We don’t have to rush anything. I know this morning you—”
“Will you show me how to... you know?” Even in the dark booth, I could see his blush. “To get you off? I don’t want to be one of those guys that’s bad at it.”
“Oh, Zach.” I kissed him again, deepening my tongue in his mouth with a light pull of the rosary around his neck. He was just too fucking cute, too sweet for his own good. And now I had to crush his hopes by explaining that I didn’t work like human women in that way?
“I already regret stopping things this morning,” he groaned, hands sliding up my ribcage to my breasts. “I couldn’t stop looking at you sitting in the pews, wishing we were still in bed together.”
“Oh really?” I fingered the beads around his neck. “Even while you were praying with Caitlin?”
Fuck. I might as well cut off my horns and start identifying as a human with all these petty human emotions. Kimaris was right about that, at least.
“Is that what you’re upset about?” Zach held my chin in his hand, making me look at him.
“Not upset, just…”
“Jealous?” He smirked.
“No,” I scoffed.
“Deyva.” He punctuated my name with a kiss, full of tenderness and desire in equal measure. “I don’t want her like that. I don’t want anyone like that, except you. And Stavros.”
“I have no right to be jealous,” I murmured, leaning my head on his shoulder. My horns scraped the back wall of the confessional. “If you want to be with a woman, it should be a human.”
“Says who?” he challenged. “And why would I, when no human woman compares to you?”
Get off his lap. Stab him with a horn. Tell him about all the souls you acclimated to Hell. Do something to make him stop talking and looking at you like that before you break his sweet little virgin heart.
But I didn’t move. Didn’t argue. And when he pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, my lips parted to accept the next one greedily. I was every bit as weak as Kimaris said.
Zach’s hand slid around my waist, coming to my lower stomach between us. “Show me?” he asked again, fingers inching lower.
Without a word, I guided him down over my leggings to my clit. After I finally grew the stones to stop being selfish, he could please human women this way. Once I was gone from his life, he’d still have this knowledge. At least that was what I told myself as I directed his touch in a circular motion over that hard nub.
“Like this?”