Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(45)

A groan passed between us, and I couldn’t tell if it was me, Viper, or maybe both of us, but damn he felt good. He was rock hard behind his jeans, and my own erection rubbed alongside his as he squeezed my ass to join our bodies together without an inch between them.





Thirty





Viper





I WASN’T SURE what had gotten into Halo in the last five minutes, but the man currently straddled over my lap, moving his hips like a well-oiled piston, was no fucking angel.

What had started out as a tease on my end, a moment to see if I could push Halo into that place where he lost some of the control he swore he hadn’t been writing about from experience, had wound up with the sexy angel’s hands fisting my hair as he molded his body to mine.

It was fucking heaven—or hell, since his sweats and my jeans were still in place, because if I had my way, they would’ve been gone, and instead of Halo sinking on my lap like he just had, he would be sinking over my very stiff—

“Shit.” Halo panted, his breath a whisper above my mouth as he lifted his head, his hips still moving, causing that brain-numbing friction to continue even as he took a time-out.

Not wanting him to think of a reason to end this, or all the reasons why this was a fucked-up idea—and really, it was in the grand scheme of things—I bit and sucked my way along his jaw line to his neck, and then began to kiss my way up under his ear.

The fingers in my hair tightened and twisted, and the bite of pain had me growling by Halo’s ear, making his entire body shudder.

I’d done a lot of crazy, hot shit in my day, but feeling Halo’s body writhing around over the top of me had me hornier than I’d been in my life. My cock was so hard for this guy it was a miracle I hadn’t lost it already, and when I shifted on the chair and brought my face back in line with his, I said, “Give me your mouth, Angel.”

A wild look entered Halo’s eyes as he tugged at my hair again, angling my face the way he wanted it before he lowered his head and flicked his tongue along my lip.

When I parted my lips and he lifted his head a fraction, I hauled his body flush to mine. “Give me your fucking mouth.”

Halo’s lips curved as he shifted up a fraction on his knees, and then he crushed his lips down on top of mine. As he slid his tongue deep inside my mouth, my fingers trailed around the back of his sweats and then slipped underneath them to the freshly showered skin.

Warm to the touch, and still a little damp from his shower, Halo’s skin was so smooth it made me want to rub my naked body all over it. I palmed his tight ass, spread his cheeks apart, and trailed my finger up and down his hot channel, and when I pressed the pad of my finger to his entrance, I drove my tongue inside his mouth, capturing his surprise.

Halo moaned and shoved back onto my hand, clearly liking what I was doing to him, and as we made out like a couple of horny teenagers, I knew every goddamn second of this would be used later…when I was alone.

“Viper, God, you gotta…” Halo raised his head, and as he sat back on my thighs and his bare ass filled my palms, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit.”

“Mmm.” I rocked my hips up against his, my eyes devouring the flush on his cheeks, the lips ripe and wet from mine, and when he opened his eyes again, I shook my head. God he was beautiful. “Fuck. If I had your face, I’d be a billionaire.”

Halo freed his fingers and ran them down the back of my neck. “Is that your way of saying—”

“You’re fucking gorgeous? Yes.”

A smile tipped Halo’s perfect lips up as he smoothed his hands over my shoulders, and while I wanted him to keep going further south, I had a feeling this was as far as he was willing to go today. I wasn’t about to push him and fuck this up.

“Come on, Angel,” I said as I removed my hands from his sweats. Away from temptation. “I can’t be the first person to tell you that.”

Halo ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “You just have a…certain way with words.”

“Oh yeah?”

Halo nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, I must be sayin’ something right. I’ve got you on my lap hard as a rock and your mouth looks like I’ve—”

Halo put a finger to my lips.

“What?” I said around the finger.

“You were about to ruin it by running your mouth.”

I flicked my tongue over the tip of his index finger, and when Halo’s hips punched forward, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “I think you like it when I run my mouth.”

Halo looked at the mouth under discussion, and then nodded as he scooted back off my thighs and got to his feet, tugging his arm free. “Your mouth is…”

I reached down and palmed myself, adjusting the hard-on that Halo had once again caused and had yet to satisfy. “If you stop there, Angel, I’m gonna start thinking you’re a sadistic little fucker.”

Halo laughed as he too rearranged himself. “I was just going to say that it’s rather talented when it’s not busy mouthing off.”

Despite the fact he was giving me the worst case of sexual frustration I’d ever had, I found myself laughing at the ballsy angel as he turned around and walked to—fuck me—his camcorder.

As Halo pressed a button I assumed was off, he glanced at me with a grin that was right on my side of fucking trouble. I had no idea what had made me think he was an angel when he could make me feel like I was burning up from a make-out session.