Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(36)

With a walk so cocky it could only be described as a strut, he said, “Why? Is it bothering you? Annoying you? Do you feel frustrated that I’m not doing what you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because with this song, you’ve gotta make every single person in the stadium want to fuck you.” He moved in even closer, his body only inches from mine and radiating heat I could feel through my shirt. “Can you do that?”





Twenty-Four





Viper





AS MY WORDS lingered between the inches separating us, I was close enough to see Halo’s eyes darken a fraction, and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in a gulp of air. I wasn’t sure if it was my nearness, my nakedness, or the entire situation that had him all deer in headlights right then, but when he didn’t immediately answer, I said, “Angel?”

“What?” The guilty response and the look that crossed his face made my cock punch against the zipper of my jeans.

“Can you do that?”

Halo nodded.

“Good.” I turned away from him and made my way to the wall of windows that overlooked Central Park, then leaned my ass up against it and crossed my arms over my chest. “Show me.”

Halo ran a hand back through his tangle of hair and took in a deep breath, and when he brought his eyes back to mine, there was a look of determination in them before he let them fall shut and he began to sing from the top.

With a safe distance now separating us, I took a moment to really look at the man who was moaning and groaning his way through the song I’d penned about him.

There was something incredibly hot about hearing that smooth, husky voice of Halo’s lamenting over the idea of fucking someone out of his system, and that was exactly what I needed him to bring to this song.

The need. The want. The ache that went with wanting someone you couldn’t have. And if Halo opened his eyes right then, I knew he’d see all those things on my face.

Christ, he was sexy, and as he finally let go of whatever had been holding him back, Halo’s body began to move along with the words falling from his lips. Yesss, he had it now, judging by the way my cock was reacting. I was hard as hell inside my jeans and couldn’t have hidden it even if I wanted to.

Shoving away from the window, I made my way closer to him as the tone of his voice shifted, as it moved from a throb-worthy tease to my dick, to a throaty kind of purr that tugged nice and hard, and let me know he was working up to something that was going to make my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Fuck me. Whatever Halo was thinking about right now, whatever was running through the angel’s head…I needed him thinking about that whenever he sang this song.

“Take your jacket off.”

Halo’s eyes opened and focused on me, and holy shit, he almost brought me to my knees.

Those light eyes were all but swallowed up by his blown pupils. The arousal from whatever he’d been thinking was stamped all over that flawless face of his, and as he shrugged out of his jacket, he continued to sing.

Halo tossed his jacket onto the couch, but kept his eyes locked on mine as I drew even closer, and I nodded slowly to let him know I was pleased by what he was doing, when really all he had to do was lower his gaze and he’d know I was super fucking happy with this new direction.

“Keep going,” I said, and moved behind him, not wanting to break his concentration as he came to the chorus. I stepped in close, until I could feel the heat from his body against mine, as he dove headfirst into the chorus, this time with a raspy growl that was like strong fingers clawing at my back.



’Cause you make it so hard

To think of anything but you

You make it so hard my balls are fucking blue

I want to get inside you, and show you exactly what you do

Whenever your eyes invite me to fuck you like I want to



“Fuck.” The word left my lips before I could bite it back, and Halo’s head whipped to the side, a slightly wild look in his eyes, as though he’d been completely caught up in the song and the lyrics and whatever had gotten him so—Halo’s eyes dropped to my lips—wound up.

Hmm. Now what have we got here…

Narrowing my eyes, I slowly stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel Halo’s shirt brush up against my naked abdomen, and when our faces were but a breath away from one another, I said, “Second verse, Angel. You got it?”

Halo scraped his teeth over his lower lip, his breathing coming a little faster. “The words, I, uh…”

Jesus. The arousal swirling in his eyes was too much to resist, and with it all aimed in my direction, there was no way I wasn’t going to take a goddamn taste. “How about I give you the lines, and you sing them back to me?”

Again, Halo’s eyes fell to my mouth, and fuck it, I licked my lower lip to see what this supposedly straight guy was gonna do. When a low moan left his throat, that was enough for me. I threw any decorum I possessed out the window and planted a hand on Halo’s hip.

When he didn’t tell me to back up or move away, I leaned in close until our lips just about touched. “Feel my hands all over you as I slide inside your soul. Let me hear you scream for me when I’m deep inside that hole. I’m gonna put my mark on you, so you smell me when I’m gone. I’m gonna make your body ache as dusk turns into dawn.”