Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(53)

Halo twisted his fingers in my shirt and pulled me up so I was looking him in the eye. “That’s not what they said.”

“Yeah. But we both know that’s what you want.”

Before he could protest, I slammed my lips down on top of his, and Halo’s opened, letting my tongue slide deep inside his mouth as his hands trailed down my front and slipped in under my jacket.

A groan escaped one of us, as I put my other hand on the counter beside him and rocked my body along the length of his.

“Damn, you looked sexy on that video,” I said as Halo grabbed my ass. “Singing about losing control, losing your mind, while you eye-fucked me so hard my cock has ached ever since.”

Halo sank his teeth into his lip as he thrust his hips forward. “What… No random stranger offered to fix you up?”

“No random stranger will do. You see, my cock, it seems fixated on a certain angel.”

Halo’s eyes roamed over my face, his expression unreadable, as I brought a hand up off the counter and trailed my cool fingertips under the hem of his shirt.

“Shit,” he said. “Your fingers are freezing.”

“They won’t be for long.” I ran them along the edge of his sweats to the drawstring that was neatly tied and sitting low on his waist.

With my eyes locked on his, I hooked a finger through one of the loops and slowly dragged it free. Halo’s breath left him on a rush, and when he let go of my ass to brace his hands on the counter behind him, I took a step back and lowered my eyes down to what I was doing.

The soft fabric of Halo’s sweats was doing nothing to cover the stiff length inside, and when I had the drawstring loose, I raised my eyes to see Halo’s fastened on what I was doing. The tip of his tongue was running along his top lip, and when my hands froze, Halo raised his head, his eyes asking one thing: Why’d you stop?

Dropping my hands, I took a step back and said, “Take off your shirt.”

Halo swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as everything he was feeling flashed across his face. Lust. Uncertainty. Need. And desire. But it was clear what the most dominant feelings were as Halo reached for the hem of his shirt, drew it up his torso, and threw it to the floor.

As his smooth skin came into view, I reached down to readjust my throbbing dick. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d teased myself so hard before I actually gave in. Things came so easily to me these days that I could practically point at someone and know I could have them in my bed in under five minutes, and out in fifteen. But the angel? He was different.

Something about Halo made everything inside my body feel alive, and I had a feeling fifteen hours or days wouldn’t satisfy the fire he was stoking in me.

“You know,” I said, and took the steps to bring me back within touching distance, where I dipped my fingers in under his sweats. “They always say you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.” As I curled my fingers around the hard-on inside the angel’s pants, his jaw clenched, and I squeezed. “And I am kinda hungry…”

Halo’s chest rose and fell as he looked down between our bodies, where my hand was working his cock nice and slow.

“But you know what else?”

Halo cursed. “What?”

I released my hold of him and hooked my fingers in the edge of his sweats. I pulled them down until I was at his feet and he was staring at me with untamed lust igniting those light eyes. Then I flashed him a feral smile and said, “I was always taught to eat my meals at a table.”





Thirty-Six





Halo





I COULD BARELY breathe as Viper straightened, his powerful body aligning with mine, and then his lips brushed below my ear.

“On the counter, Angel,” he said, his breath on my neck a whisper that made me shiver.

Overwhelming. That was the first word I’d use to describe what was happening. I lifted myself up onto the counter, my bare ass hitting the cold surface and making me flinch, and then Viper’s hands were on me, tracing up my thighs as he stepped between my legs.

Not for the first time since we’d met, I wondered how we’d gotten to the point where I craved not only Viper’s attention, but now his hands and mouth on me. I kept waiting for the ball to drop, for the fact that Viper was a man to sink in and make me run.

But running was the last thing on my mind right now.

As he lowered his head, Viper’s mouth bypassed my stiff-to-the-point-of-painful erection, and instead, his tongue ran a path along my inner thigh. The move was so unexpected, the skin there so sensitive, that I bucked beneath him, causing him to chuckle against my leg. Then he repeated the move on the opposite side, his lips coming so close to my dick that I could feel his hot breath there, but then he was gone, straightening so we were face to face.

“I think I like making you squirm, Angel,” he said.

I don’t know if it was the cocky tone, or the way he was looking at me with hunger in his eyes, but I found myself making the first move for once, holding either side of his face, and angling my head in toward his for a searing kiss I felt all the way to my bones. Viper opened for me without hesitation, diving in deep, each of us starving for the other. My cock jerked between us, desperate for his attention, and lucky for me, he didn’t make me beg. Keeping his lips fused to mine, Viper wrapped his hand around my erection, warm and tight, and when I moaned inside his mouth, he squeezed.