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energy and ghosts don’t bother me. Or influence me. Why am I so…uncontrollable around you? Why do I have to have you?”

    He thrust harder and the bark of the tree scraped my skin. I felt the warm flow of blood as the tissue tore a bit, but I didn’t want him to stop. I gripped him harder and felt the orgasm rushing toward me like a wave. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

    “I feel like I need you. Like I have to have you. I can’t not have you,” he said. His lips brushed my ear and I came, holding his shoulders like I was going to be tugged underwater by an undertow. “Do you feel that?” he asked.

    I hated to admit weakness. Especially being newly single. But I did. I had an undeniable forceful tug to the angel-slash-possible-crazy-man. I nodded, but refused to speak.

    “I heard that,” he said, gripping my bottom tight in his fingers so it pinched. My body let loose a warm trickle of juices and I inched closer to coming again. Everything was intense with this man. I wished I could see his gorgeous blue eyes, but I felt the energy that pulsed off him like a flickering flame.
    Lust rolled in my belly and affection flooded my chest. I was a mess.

    “You heard me nod? Did my head rattle?”

    “Sort of. Not the rattle, but the nod. I heard you nod. I felt your feelings. There is a certain amount of empathy with angels. I can feel what you feel. When you’re open to me. And when we’re joined.” He thrust and thrust and wedged his big hand between us, rolling the slippery ball of his thumb over my clit. “And you are open to me right now.” He came, his teeth on my lower lip where he nipped until I joined him. My pussy milked his cock until we both staggered at the base of the tree, trying to right our messed up clothes.

    “Oh, that’s great. So when I was all pissed and frustrated back at Molly’s house?”

    He nodded, grinning and taking my hand. Alex led me toward my new home and said, “Who can blame you? I was frustrated and I’m an angel.”

    “Jeez.”

    “I wasn’t expecting this,” Alex said, pushing open my brick-red door when we got home.

    “What?”

    “The way I feel,” he said. His big hands worked to tidy my front entry table. I took his hand in mine. Large and warm and soft on the palm, no calluses.

    “Frustrated like a human?” I said, smiling.

    Alex reached up and brushed a long brown strand of hair, stained honey from the summer now past, from my face. “The feelings I have for a human. How intense it is.

    Like seeing the light of the inner heaven for the first time.”

    “Inner heaven?” I asked.

    “Long story. There are degrees of heaven like lots of stuff. Inner, outer, upper. It’s complicated.”

    “Hungry?” I asked, letting it go. Heaven was not something I wanted to ponder tonight. Not while exhausted and so hungry I was tempted to eat a cardboard box.

    “What’s that?”

    “Seriously?”

    He grinned. “Seriously. What is that?”

    I patted his belly, flat and taut. “Is there an aching gnawing feeling in here?”

    Alex pressed a hand to his taut stomach and nodded. “Is that what that is?”

    “Hunger,” I said. He followed me into the kitchen where I opened the fridge.

    Nothing but a box of baking soda and a bottle of ketchup the previous owner left stared back at me. “See, yeah. About that. I’m sort of light on food stuff.”

    “It’s okay,” he said. He trailed his fingers up my spine and the zing of excitement that flew from his fingertips made me feel a little drunk.

    “It’s really not. If you don’t eat, then you will…” I trailed off. Trying to explain something as mundane as eating was hard to do.

    “What?”

    “Fall down? Stop functioning? You won’t work right. You’re familiar with cars, right?”

    “Of course, we see them all the time. We’re familiar with a lot, even eating,” he laughed. “I understand the concept and the human need.” This time his fingers tiptoed up the front of me.