Bad Romeo Christmas: A Starcrossed Anthology (Starcrossed #4)(79)

For a terrible second I think she hates my new bulges, but then she shoves me against the wall and presses hot kisses all over my torso. "You're ridiculously hot, with or without muscles. You know that, right?"

I press my head back into the wall as she pulls my suit down my legs and off before kneeling in front of me. "Yeah, I know."

I clench my fists and moan when she takes me in her mouth. I can't process a single coherent thought as she drives me insane with her lips and tongue. What she's capable of making me feel is beyond staggering. When I look down and watch, it's even worse. Damn, she's beautiful, and Erika was right when she said window dressing didn't matter. As stunning as Angel is physically, it's the parts you can't see that are the most beautiful. Everything about her turns me on.

She works me with her mouth and hand, and when my abdomen is burning from the effort of not coming, and my dick feels like it's going to explode, I carry her to the couch, pull her panties to the side, and repay her in kind.

"God, Josh ... yes." She anchors her hands in my hair as I suck in the way I know drives her crazy. Fuck, I've missed this. It's not just about having my mouth on her, even though that's one of my all-time favorite things. It's also about bringing her so much pleasure, she moans my name, over and over again.

No other woman has ever reacted to me the way Angel does.

Being away from her for the past few weeks may have been difficult, but seeing how I affect her makes it all worthwhile. I'm barely getting started on making her beg for release when she pulls me up to sit on the couch. She doesn't take her eyes off me as she slides off her underwear and unclasps her bra. But when she bends over to unzip her boots, I grab her wrist.

"Leave them on."

She raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Fuck, yes."

I pull her forward to straddle me, and it's only when she slides down and I'm buried as deep as I can go that the tension that's been with me all night melts away. Being joined with her makes me feel like a god, and what's more, she looks at me as if she believes that's the case.

"I've missed you," she murmurs into my skin. "You feel ... ohhh ... incredible."

I don't even have the words to tell her how amazing she feels. I ache to please her. To try and show her everything I'm unable to express any other way.

We take turns at leading the pace. She circles her hips as I thrust slow and deep, and we're both so worked up, it doesn't take long before we're both holding on for dear life. She comes first, head thrown back, nails scraping my shoulders. Seeing her like that is enough to have me following seconds later, moaning and gripping her as tight as I can.

As the last shudders fade, we wrap around each other, sweaty and panting. We may be unable to move, but we're also happier than any two people have the right to be.

???

Later, when we've both showered, and I've washed my hair and packed away the contacts, Angel pulls me into bed and snuggles into my chest.

"There's the Josh I remember. Except for these of course." She pokes my pecs and abs. "These are going to take some getting used to, you know."

"Yeah? But you approve?"

She pushes up onto her elbow. "Josh, if you want to keep working out and being healthy, you know I'll support you, but please say you didn't do this because of Julian."

I turn on my side to face her and cradle my head in my hand. Her eyes widen when she spots my bicep, and she proceeds to caress it while I talk.

"Regardless whether Dickface Norman inspired me, I've worked my ass off to achieve these results. Are you telling me it makes zero difference to how attractive you find me?"

She laughs. "Don't be an idiot. I couldn't be more attracted to you if I tried. You can ruin my panties simply by saying hello, and that's not because of how many muscles you have. It's because you're an amazing, intelligent, sexy man with a fascinating mind and the best heart I've ever known. It has nothing to do with your body."

"Uh huh. Is that why you've been stroking my bicep like a pet?"

She looks at her hand as if it has a mind of its own. "Uh, yes. I just wanted to make your new bicep feel at home, because he's lovely and plump, and ... kind of hot." She leans over and gives it an incredibly sexy open-mouthed kiss. "Welcome, giant bicep. Maybe I wouldn't hate it if you stayed a while."

I narrow my eyes. "You're weird."

"Never said I wasn't." She snuggles into me and traces her fingers over my chest. "So, I get why you tried to bulk up, but why didn't you go as Kirk tonight? Are you too buff to be a Trekker now?"

"Of course not. It's just ..." And here's the part that's hard to explain. "I don't know. I guess I felt like for the first time in my life, I had the body to play a hero, so I wanted to see what it felt like."

"Josh ..." She looks up at me and strokes my cheek. "I hate to break it to you, but pulling on a neoprene body suit doesn't make you a hero. Jumping on a plane to help your best friend run one of the biggest shows of her career does. And helping Connor address his women issues does. And caring enough to urge Erika to follow her heart does. And don't even get me started on the sacrifices you made to help Zoe and Jack through their bullshit tonight. I thought you were going to choke on her lipgloss."