Page 51 of Let Me Win You

“Okay, we can wait. I trust you.”

He kept his eyes on mine for a moment.

“You do?”

Things had changed since when I first woke up in Purgatory. I’d been steadily running out of reasons to doubt Invi as he kept proving himself to me over and over again.

“You care about me,” I said. “You saved my life out there. I know how little the spirits in Purgatory care about having a body, but you do, simply because it’s important to me. I trust you, Invi. I trust you with my life.”

“Will you also trust me with your heart?” he asked tentatively.

I glanced away quickly, unsure if I could take the intensity in his gaze.

“Maybe on a trial basis, for now?” I smiled. “To see how it goes?”

“I’ll take it on any terms.” He grinned so wide, as if I’d already agreed to marry him.

It was hard to jump in like this, even on a trial basis. So many things could go wrong. How did one ever try to have any kind of a relationship with a mortal sin personified? But when he held me like this, I felt warm and cozy in his arms, safe and happy. And everything seemed possible.

“You know what? I don’t care who wins today,” I said softly, sliding my hands up to his shoulders. “I just want to stay with you for however long I have in Purgatory. I want to sleep in your bed with the white curtains and wake up to the butterflies fluttering around. I want to have breakfast with you under the willow tree, surrounded by the calla lilies that smell like jasmine. And one night, I still hope to see your two dicks that you’re yet to show me.”

He snorted a laugh, nuzzling the top of my head.

“It’s impossible to be sad or upset for long with you around, Nic. Your spirit is a true ray of sunshine, capable of defeating any darkness, no matter how grim or desolate.”

“I’ve heard that before. Only in a far less flowery language. And from friends, not from someone I was interested in romantically.”

“Oh, I’m very, very interested in you romantically.” He slid a finger along the strap of my bra, then lifted it with a frown. “Your undergarments are also wet.”

“They sure are,” I wiggled my bum. “More than you realize.”

There I was, flirting again. I was so not good at it, but Invi didn’t make me feel bad or embarrassed about that, and it was easy to be everything I wanted to be with him, both sexy and silly.

“We’d better take them all off then.” He matched my tone, unclipping my bra.

“Only if you get naked too.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise. “I’m always naked, my dear. I hardly ever wear clothes.”

“Not wearing clothes doesn’t mean being completely naked in your case,” I teased. “I still haven’t seen it all, have I?”

I reached up, cupping his face for a moment before stroking his horn. Pink sparks shot through his shape from where I touched his horn, and I loved how visual Invi’s arousal was.

“Nic.” A warning note sounded in his voice.

“I know what I’m doing, Invi. I want you horny, my sweet, hot sin.” I circled his horn, sliding my hand up and down its spiral.

He moaned, rolling his shoulders back.

“You don’t like it?” I asked innocently. “Then tell me to stop.”

“You’re such a little vixen,” he groaned.

Loosening the coils of his tail from around us, he spread them wider over the ground, then placed me over them.

“Well, these are certainly coming off now.” He slid my panties off, then tossed them on the rock next to my dress.

He leaned over me, licking his lips with the most adorable expression of anticipation, but I closed my legs so fast, my thighs slapped against each other.