go. Then again, she had just given me the perfect excuse to flirt with her. I basically had to. Considering that she couldn't die, couldn't be overpowered, and wasn't really scared of anything, all of my excuses for pushing her off were gone.
Just before she'd died, I'd finally admitted to myself that I wanted her. No, that I needed her. So why was I still doing this? Why was I hanging on to that one last little thread that let me keep her at a distance? Did I really just enjoy the chase that much, or was it more that I wasn't ready? If that was the case, then when would I ever be ready? What did I need to be ready for?
But I had no intention of letting her know about my own worries. She'd worked too hard to overcome her own, so she didn't need me dropping more shit on her shoulders. But flirting? I could definitely do that. Tonight, I would prove to her that I not only respected her, but also wanted her. After all, there was a reason I picked out that outfit.
"Do you really think you can handle all this?" I asked her, making it clear I was mostly joking.
Sia simply trailed her finger down the center of my chest, aiming for the part of me that was aching for her to touch it again. "Lately," she warned me, "I've been feeling like a very bad girl. Think of this as me embracing my dark side."
So I stepped into her, all but forcing her hand lower. "Yeah? How 'bad' are we talking here?" And I smiled down at her, meeting those pretty blue eyes of hers. "I mean, is tonight going to be a full-contact sport, or just more smoke and mirrors?"
"I do believe that you're the one who keeps setting limits," she reminded me. "So, what are the rules for tonight, Luke?"
That was the sort of opening I couldn't exactly refuse. Subtly, I pointed across the room towards one of the malakim. "There are at least twenty angels around us. Probably more. There's no way we can cover all of this ground if we’re glued to each other's side. You want me to trust you? Fine. Show me that I have nothing to worry about. Talk to your people, I'll talk to mine, and we’ll check-in. Blatant flirting means that everything is just fine. Boring or tedious comments, such as needing to fix your hair, will let me know that you're worried or think you're being followed. Deal?"
The look that took over Sia's face could only be described as devilish. "So, if I said that the next time Ron decides he's going to fuck you, I'd rather have my mouth around your dick than my hands, that would mean we’re good?"
Which was when I realized the problem with my idea. My balls were going to be so blue by the time we got out of here. I already needed to do a little adjusting of my dick because this angle was starting to get painful. Then there was the little situation with my pride. I was not about to let her know that she was making me uncomfortable at all.
"Yeah, or like if I mentioned how much I’d love to have my way with you with the entire legion watching. Things like that. Now, if I mentioned that little shop where I found those clothes has a whole selection of jeans I think you'd like, that would mean we need to start leaving. Think you can handle that?"
"Definitely," she assured me. "But it looks like the drinks are that way…" And she pointed towards the open doors that led to the backyard. "So I'm going to go make some new friends. Say, meet you at the keg in about five minutes?"
"Sounds good. And maybe you can tell me what the panties under that skirt look like while we’re at it." With a smile, I took a step back, then reached down and put my achingly hard dick where it belonged.
Her eyes followed, and the part that made it worse was when her teeth clamped on her lower lip, yet she smiled around it. At that moment, I truly believed she was the Devil. The most beautiful, amazing, and dangerous woman I'd ever met.
In other words, she was perfect.
I also had to believe that she could do this. I had no doubt that I could. I'd been running around these idiots for centuries without