Free Unfaithful by Elisa S. Amore Page A

to my lips. “How does it work when you’re in human form, like now?” I asked, puzzled.
    “For me it’s almost the same. It doesn’t matter what form I’m in. By now I’ve lost my original human body. In this body the spirit prevails over the flesh. I can materialize when I want to, but it’s like I no longer belong to this world. I’m made of different matter, as if the spirit can take on corporeal form. It’s hard to explain.”
    “No, I get it. That’s why you can be injured but not killed.”
    “Exactly. My wounds heal in no time. I think our bodies are made of some supernatural substance that’s more similar to the soul. It looks and feels like flesh but its structure is different—it’s a stronger, indestructible alloy.” He smiled to himself before going on. “So you don’t have to worry about my not feeling the same sensations you do, Gemma.” He moved his face so close to mine it touched my forehead. “Because what I feel is even stronger,” he murmured against my lips before brushing his over them. “Sometimes I’m not even sure I can control it,” he whispered and then swallowed, his Adam’s apple rising and falling.
    “What if you decided not to control it? Could you . . . behave like a human too? You’re still an Angel,” I insisted, trapped between hesitation and the need to know. I hoped he could see what I was getting at because I really didn’t know how else to ask.
    Evan’s lips smiled on mine and the exasperating sensuality of his gaze suddenly became more decisive. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, taking my breath away. In a split second my back was flat against the bed, my legs—still bare—trapped beneath him. “Didn’t I make myself clear?” he whispered in a smothered sigh of repressed desire. With one hand he held my wrists and pinned them to the pillow while with the other he pulled me against him so I wouldn’t try to escape the contact to which the only thing stubbornly offering resistance were his jeans.
    All control abandoned me as the whirl of arousal I sank further into with each breath swept me away. It was too strong to resist or ignore. I closed my eyes and surrendered as Evan’s soft lips explored my neck. My hands slid under his shirt and he muffled a groan. “You want to send me to hell.”
    “You’ve discovered my plan,” I replied, dizzy with desire.
    “He wanted to resist, but by that time he’d lost all control.”
    “You want to play that game again?” I smiled against his lips. For a moment he fell silent and stroked my belly. My heart exploded in my chest.
    “He looked at her with the eyes of one who had never loved before. His hand trembled as it slowly slid under her shirt. Not because he was afraid, but because he feared he wouldn’t be able to stop himself this time.”
    “Then don’t stop.”
    “ Ahem . . .”
    From the door came the noise of a throat being cleared and we froze. Ginevra.
    “Get lost,” Evan growled in exasperation. “We’re kind of busy here in case you hadn’t noticed.”
    Ginevra smiled. “Didn’t it cross your mind to close the door? I tried knocking, but evidently you were too busy to hear me.” I could have died from embarrassment. “I’ll leave when I’ve gotten what I want, Evan,” she said, determined, crossing her arms over her chest like a little girl.
    “She wants to race,” Evan explained under his breath.
    “Well? You promised!” she retorted. Ginevra simply couldn’t handle losing.
    Evan shot her a furious look, trying to make her give up the idea. “We’re not going to have a rematch right now, G. Maybe you haven’t realized it, but you’re not the center of the world. I’ve got other things on my mind right now,” he snapped, glaring at her.
    “I can see that,” she said, looking at me as Evan shot her a look, begging her to leave. Or, more likely, telepathically ordering her to leave.
    The door slammed shut behind Ginevra.
    “You shouldn’t have,” I told