Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(68)

“On your shoulder, right?” My eyes dropped to the spot in question. “My cock in your ass and my teeth in your shoulder. That’s hot as fuck. Look at you, dreamin’ about things you know nothing about. You still want that?”

Halo’s entire body shuddered in response as he nodded. “Yes.”

I slowly stroked my hand down to the root of his shaft, and when I got there, I tightened my grip.

“Good,” I said, and let him go. “Then let’s get the hell out of here. Because if you’re gonna use me, then you’re gonna do it naked in my bed, where I can finally come all over you when you’re done.”





Forty-Five





Viper





“WANNA CHANGE YOUR mind?” With my key in the lock of the guesthouse, I glanced over my shoulder to where Halo stood with his hands jammed in his pockets.

The lights around the pool shimmered across the water and lit his hair up like a halo, and when he shook his head and said, “No,” I wondered if that was him talking or the two shots he’d tossed back in the SUV on the way home.

We hadn’t said much since we’d left the tunnels back at the arena, but the entire drive home, I’d been achingly aware of Halo’s eyes roaming all over me. My face, my chest, my hard-as-hell cock, which I had no hope of hiding, and when he’d reached for the whiskey and thrown back a shot of the liquor, I could only begin to imagine what was going on inside that head of his.

When I didn’t immediately unlock the door, Halo cocked his head and said, “Do you want to change yours?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I looked down to my erection. “What do you think?”

Halo walked forward until he was so close that the night breeze was having a difficult time getting between us. “I think you should open the door before one of the guys comes out here and you’re left to write yet another sonnet to your…frustrations.”

Can’t say I didn’t warn him, I thought, as I turned the key and shoved open the door. I stepped aside so Halo had to walk by me to get in, and as he went, I took in a deep inhale, the scent of him intoxicating every single one of my senses. I couldn’t wait to strip him down and get all up on him. I wanted to taste, touch, and fuck every single inch of him. But I also knew I had to play this just right. This was a first for Halo, and while he had given every indication that he wanted it, I needed him out of his mind begging for it before we got there.

I shut the door and made sure to engage the lock—the last thing I needed was a midnight visit from one of the guys if the mood struck them—and when I turned back to find Halo standing at the foot of my bed, I told myself to calm down.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were nervous,” Halo said as he looked around the room.

“But since you know that’s a fuckin’ lie, what is it that you think I am?”

Halo looked over his shoulder to the messy bed that took up most of the living space in the guesthouse and said, “Tense,” and when he brought his eyes back to mine, he added, “Charged. Wound up tight.”

“I’m trying to be…polite.”

“Who asked you to be polite?”

That was it—fuck standing by the door. If ever I’d been given a green light, it was right then, and I made my way over to Halo, took his chin in my hand, and said, “I hope like hell you mean that, ’cause that was about as polite as I can be.”

When Halo’s eyes sparked and his lips morphed into a grin just this side of triumphant, the sound that left my throat was close to feral as I reached for the back of his neck, tangled my fingers through his hair, and then crushed my lips over the top of his. Halo’s mouth opened under the assault in an instant, and his hands came up to grab at my shirt as his tongue found mine and he groaned at the contact.

He tasted like whiskey and sex as he trailed his hands down my stomach to the bottom of my shirt, and when he slipped them under the black material, I wound an arm around his waist to grab at his ass.

I hauled Halo’s body in as close as I could get him, and as I ground my hips up against his, he yanked his mouth away from me and said, “If I’m gonna use you, you need to take this off.”

It took my brain a second to realize what exactly he wanted off, but when he began to shove my shirt up my torso, I smirked. “You seem to be doing a good job. Why don’t you take it off?”

Letting go of him, I looked down to where his hands had stopped, and then back to his flushed face, before I raised my arms above my head. Halo lowered his eyes to where his hands were balled in the material, then began to slowly inch my shirt up my body. When he got to mid-chest, he glanced at me from under his heavy lids, and whatever he saw there had him bending down to put his lips to the center of my sternum.

At the touch of his warm breath on my skin and the—fuck me—wet flick of his curious tongue, I dropped my arms down so I could slide my fingers into his hair. Halo made a low hum in his throat as he kissed his way over to my left nipple, shoving the material up higher, out of his way, and then the angel became bolder, tracing his tongue around the flat surface he’d found.

“Christ.” I tightened my fingers in his hair and tugged his head back so he was forced to look up at me, and the smile that slid across Halo’s mouth made my cock jerk behind the zipper of my jeans.