Her gaze dropped. Goddamn it, he was right. Unconsciously, she had released them again. She really needed to stab him.
“And you want to know what else?” His words stirred the tendrils of hair that had escaped her messy twist.
Awareness coursed down her neck, and her nipples tightened. Oh crap, she needed to get away. Right now. No ifs, ands, or buts. Their encounters were always relatively brief, and Lily knew better than to hang around. Twisting to flee, she gasped.
Julian stood in front of her, so close that the tips of his Italian leather shoes brushed her boots. At least he had good taste in shoes. “I know what you’re really afraid of. You’re attracted to me, though you loathe the very idea of it.”
Angels had no sense of decency or the ability to be humble. Apparently the Fallen were no exception. She fixed a smirk upon her face. “Not likely.”
His burning gaze slipped downward. “Then why are your nipples as hard as pebbles, my Lily?”
She flushed all the way to where her toes curled inside her boots. At a loss for words, she simply stared. Run, Lily, the sane part of her whispered. Run right now and never look back. You’ll end up like Anna.
Julian then did the strangest thing. He reached behind her, untying her hair. A mass of auburn waves fell around her shoulders and tumbled down her back. Pleased with his work, he threaded one hand deep into her tresses. “You blush like a virgin.”
As impossible as it seemed, she was sure her face turned even redder.
His eyes widened. Lily couldn’t think of a time when she’d seen him surprised. Well, when she stabbed him. That had surprised him. But now he gaped like he’d found a diamond he hadn’t expected in a pile of rocks.
“You are a virgin,” he whispered somewhat unsteadily.
“No, I’m not.” Clenched hands shaking and body burning, she tried to step away, but his grip tightened. “And it’s none of your business.”
His grip relaxed, fingers finding their way through the mass of her hair to run the sensitive skin of her scalp. “There is no shame in that.”
“I’m not ashamed!” She knocked at his hand. “Stop touching my hair.”
His lips parted. “How is it possible that you’re a virgin? I’ve seen you with guys…Nephilim. You like to go to that club downtown. This is a curious development.”
Sweet Jesus, did he follow her everywhere? Her sex life was something she was never going to discuss with him. She punched him in the stomach, but he didn’t even flinch. “I swear to God, if you don’t let me go…”
Unfazed, he shook his head. A sandy lock fell across his forehead as his hand circled the nape of her neck. “What does a Fallen do with a virgin? Dear God, there are so many options.”
“Would you stop saying that!” Her heart raced, and the skin under his hands tingled in a way it shouldn’t. “And let go of me.” There was no way to break his grip without breaking her neck. Warning bells were going off everywhere in her. “What has gotten into you?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he let his free hand roam down her arm.
She jerked. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he whispered darkly. “I’m not hurting you. I’m not trying to persuade you or possess you, am I?”
He wasn’t. Julian wasn’t deploying any of the mind tricks the Fallen were notorious for. Nope, the warming in her was all her own. It was why this was so wrong, so stupid. What was happening was going to get her in trouble, one way or another. If any other Nephilim spotted them, she would be in a world of hurt. Standing here and not killing him was breaking an entire set of rules, let alone allowing him to touch her.
Julian had to know that.
He caressed the back of her neck. His fingers went to work soothing the tight muscles in a way that surprised her. She never had her neck rubbed before, and she really had been missing out. It felt so, so good.
Her neck arched into his hand without her realizing it, and her insides turned to molten lava. The warming in her stomach spread lower, her body relaxing and tensing at the same time.
“Those men—those boys—you’ve allowed to touch you? You’ve never allowed them more than this?” His hand trailed over the tips of her fingers and then across her concaved stomach. She jerked again, bringing them closer. Too close. She couldn’t breathe. Her senses were alive, snapping heat through her veins. His hand dropped to the front of her skirt, right above her sex. He growled deep in his throat.
Part of her that was still operating at a rational level fired off countless reasons why this was one of the stupidest things she’d ever allowed. Besides the obvious fact that he was a Fallen, there was her duty to kill him. That was what she had been trained for. The Fallen were evil, devoid of any type of moral code. He could snap her neck right now. She was exposed to him, completely vulnerable. That’s what the Fallen did. They lured their victims in and left them for dead.
Julian’s hand drifted to the hem of her skirt while his other arm snaked around her waist. “I can bring you more pleasure than any of them.”
Her insides tightened. “No.”
He turned her around, moving her easily. “Let me give you this.”
Oh God, this wasn’t good. This was insane, and his warm breath against her cheek was driving her crazy. “No.”
Julian pressed her backward, slipping a hand up her leg. “Let me in.”
She bit her lip against the enticing pleasure of his hand creeping up her thigh, skimming over a pink, handprint-sized scar. His gentle touch there should have served as a painful reminder of what happened when one of the Fallen got too close. Instead a whimper escaped her, and he pressed against her harder. His breath trailed over the curve of her jaw and then down the slope of her neck. This was insane, dangerous…and deliciously wicked.