Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(44)

And fuck if I didn’t feel like he was talking about me, with the way his eyes were all but glowing with his excitement. I nodded, because really, it was all I could do. Halo was back to humming the chorus again as though testing out the words.

“Do you like that?” he asked when I still hadn’t said jack shit.

“Yeah. It’s good.”

“Good?” Halo scoffed. “It’s awesome. Don’t play.”

That confident attitude was all kinds of hot. “Like I said. It’s good.”

Halo tucked his hair behind his ear. “So glad you’re impressed.”

“Oh, I’m impressed, Angel. Really fucking impressed.”

Halo’s eyes zeroed in on mine and stayed there a little longer than necessary. The song we’d been writing took a quick detour out the window then, and so did any desire I had to continue working on it, as I lowered my gaze to the lips Halo was now worrying with his teeth.

Fuck. I wanted to be the one biting him there, sucking that lip into my mouth, but to do that, I’d need him closer—much, much closer.





Twenty-Nine





Halo





VIPER WAS STARING at my mouth again. I’d caught him several times already since he’d been here, but this time his gaze lingered, and I couldn’t say I wasn’t affected. I still didn’t understand how I could be so attracted to someone the complete opposite of anyone I’d ever been interested in before.

Where all of my past girlfriends had been smooth all over, from their lips to every inch of their skin, Viper was all muscle, every inch of him hard, including, frequently, the appendage between his thighs. I’d felt him against me at his apartment, his dick firm and unyielding, and I hadn’t been able to get the feel of him out of my mind. Never before had I been interested in exploring another man’s body, nor had I imagined them touching me, but with Viper? My curiosity was starting to get the better of me, especially right now, with his gaze still on my lips.

“Angel?” Viper’s eyes didn’t waver, and it suddenly occurred to me how used to the nickname I’d become that I answered to it now. More shocking, I actually kinda liked it. But the way Viper’s voice dropped low told me something was about to go down, something less to do with working on music and more to do with the lust in his eyes.

Yeah, I needed to move, because Viper was about to strike.

I was on my feet before he could say another word, but he didn’t let me get far. He reached for my hand, halting my steps and turning me back to face him.

“Running away again?” he asked. He didn’t let go of my hand, instead tugging me toward him to stand between his spread thighs. “Do I scare you, Angel?”

“Yes.” The truth fell from my lips easily, and a savage smile crossed Viper’s face.

He let go of my fingers and moved his hand to the back of my thigh, squeezing the muscle there, testing me, and when I didn’t move away, he repeated the move on my other leg. His hands were strong as they pulled me closer to where he sat, closer to the prominent bulge behind his jeans.

My cock kicked as Viper craned his head back to look up at me.

“So honest,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to my ass. “What else are you thinking?”

“That this is fucking crazy.” When Viper raised a brow at my blunt answer, I said, “But it feels good. Your hands on me.”

“Mmm. And what about my mouth?”

Before I could respond, Viper angled his head down, holding my hips in place, and then his lips were on me, mouthing their way up my covered cock.

Holy fuck. I sucked in a breath at the unexpected move and reached out for something to hold on to. My fingers tangled in Viper’s hair, and a low groan of approval vibrated through my dick as he worked his way from base to tip. I could barely breathe, the feel of Viper’s mouth on me even through my pants like nothing I’d ever felt before. My cock was fully erect before he pulled away, and I missed the contact instantly.

Like he knew exactly the effect he had on me, Viper gave me a depraved smile and said, “You didn’t answer. You like my mouth on you, Angel?”

God yes. Fuck yes. Why’d you stop? My voice shook with uncontrolled hunger when I answered, “Yes.”

Viper brought my hips toward him again, this time nuzzling his face against my cock, teasing and tormenting, his hot breath scorching my skin through the material. Instinct took over then, my hips shooting forward to get closer, to get more of his mouth on me. But he continued to tease until I was burning up and my legs were ready to give out. I tightened the fingers I had threaded through his hair, forcing him to look up at me and giving me a chance to catch my breath.

But when I caught the blissed-out sexual desire in his black eyes, the only thing I could think was that I had put that look there. I’d given him that reaction, and the knowledge that Viper was so sexually attracted to me that we couldn’t even get through a rehearsal made me feel fucking powerful. Forget the fact that I’d never done this before. I wanted Viper. My body wanted Viper. And as his lap beckoned, I thought about how hot it would be to straddle him the way tie guy had, only this time, Viper would know exactly who was making his dick hard. He wouldn’t forget my name.

I lowered myself over Viper as his eyes widened slightly, like he was surprised I was making a move instead of running away. He shifted in the recliner, giving me room to put my knees on either side of him, and then, bringing my other hand up so both tangled in his hair, holding him in place, I sank down onto him.