Angels & Sinners: The Motor City Edition by Melanie Harlow, Bethany Lopez, Breigh Forstner, Ashley Suzanne, Bethany Shaw, Cori Williams, D.M. Earl, Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson, Sara Mack, Shayne McClendon Read Free Book Online Page B

pulled myself out of the boat, searching the water as I did.
    Nothing.
    The water was as still as could be.
    Huh . . .
    I pulled out my fishing gear and the lunch that Mrs. O had packed, and headed down the dock. On a whim I decided to leave everything right there on the edge, so I could explore the grounds a bit before settling in to fish.
    I left the dock and headed inland, my eyes looking everywhere at once, trying to take it all in. I was so focused on my surroundings, that I wasn’t looking straight ahead, which is why I didn’t see her until I’d almost bumped into her.
    When my eyes met hers, I froze.
    It was her . . . Vivid green eyes, red hair flowing down her back, skin as pale as cream.
    She was a vision. The most hauntingly beautiful person I had ever seen.
    I tried to speak, but once again found that I had no voice, along with the inability to move. It was like I was under some sort of spell. I should have been terrified, but felt strangely calm.
    I devoured her with my eyes. Eager to believe that she was actually real. I hadn’t had anything to drink, and I didn’t think anyone slipped a roofie in my coffee, so that meant that I hadn’t been imaging her, right?
    I had a million questions to ask her, and tried to convey that to her with my eyes, but she just continued to stare at me.
    She slowly walked towards me, her naked body glorious, when I realized that one part of my body was still able to move. I tried not to feel embarrassed when her eyes raked over my body, and she looked at the bulge in my pants curiously, before bringing her eyes back up to mine.
    Like she had last night, she brought her hand to my face and smiled as she feathered her fingers along my cheek. My blood began to boil and my body caught fire. I’d never wanted to kiss someone so badly in my life, but I was powerless to do anything but stand there and hope she read my pleas.
    She tilted her head to the side and looked at me for a moment before speaking in a soft and utterly sweet voice, “If you promise not to hurt me, I’ll free you.”
    Hurt her? I wanted to worship her . . .
    She must have surmised I was harmless, because within seconds I tested my freedom by moving my fingers and found I was able to move again. I didn’t want to scare her away though, so I remained still.
    My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest at the thought of reaching out and touching her, but I controlled my urges.
    “Hello,” I said softly, eager to hear her beautiful voice again.
    She smiled sweetly and responded, “Hello.”
    “What’s your name?” I asked.
    She tilted her head again, and looked at me, confused.
    “You know,” I urged. “What do people call you?”
    She smiled again and shook her head, her hair falling seductively around her shoulders.
    “I am not called anything.”
    What?
    I looked at her, puzzled. “You mean you have no name?”
    She shook her head again, bemused. “Are you called something?” She asked.
    “Yes, my name is Josh,” I responded.
    She brought her hand to my cheek once more, and this time I was able to bring my hand up and place it on top of hers. Her skin was silky smooth, and when our hands touched, the effect was electrifying. She closed her eyes, the smile still on her lips, as if she was enjoying the sensation our contact brought her.
    She took a step closer and her naked breasts brushed against me. It felt as if my chest had been branded with hers, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to grab her to me and kiss her fiercely, as I dragged her to the ground beneath me.
    She opened her eyes, and I gasped at the heat radiating from them.
    “Where did you come from?” I asked.
    “The water,” She stated simply.
    I looked at her with wonder, having no idea what she meant by that.
    “Where are your clothes?” Not that I was complaining . . . her body was straight out of my best fantasy.
    “Clothes?” She asked. Before I had a chance to respond, she brought her other hand up and