When We Met (Fool's Gold #13)(48)

He pressed his lips to her clit and sucked hard. At the same moment, he pushed into her, curling his fingers toward her front, finding her G-spot and rubbing the swollen middle. She came without warning, trembling and gasping, calling out, afraid she would fall but unable to do anything but let him take her over the edge again and again.

The last shudder had barely rippled through her when he drew back. He grabbed her and then she was being lowered to the blanket on the ground. She was shaky and unfocused. There was movement. She was vaguely aware of Angel tearing off clothes. His jeans landed by her hip. She fingered the soft, worn fabric and wondered when she’d last felt so incredibly satisfied.

Then he was between her thighs. He filled her with one smooth push. She went from hazy to interested in a heartbeat. Her eyes snapped opened. Angel was over her, pushing into her again.

She could see his face, his shoulders, his passion-filled eyes and she smiled. This was going to be good.

He didn’t disappoint. The man had control and style. He found a rhythm and depth that touched the very core of her. Just when she was about to relax into the sensations, he shifted slightly and had her chasing to keep up. He pumped slow, then fast, then slow again. She was wet, swollen and surging toward another release.

Just as she was about to wrap her legs around him to draw him in, he somehow flipped them both so he was on his back and she was on top.

She wiggled a little to find a comfortable place on his erection. She unfastened her ponytail and shook her head so her hair hung loose around them. After bracing her hands on either side of his shoulders, she smiled at him and began to move.

“Think you’re in control?” he asked as she slowly, so slowly, slid up and down.

“I know I am.”

One eyebrow rose. He cupped her br**sts, then touched the very tip of her ni**les. The light, teasing brush made her insides clench and had her hips pumping a little faster. He massaged her br**sts. After her last orgasm every part of her was more sensitive and she found it difficult to remember she was trying to hold back. Because honestly, what was the point? Angel was naked and hard and inside her.

He continued to rub her br**sts, his gaze locked with hers.

“Come for me.”

The command was unexpected and sexy and dammit all to hell if her body didn’t start to tremble as a climax washed through her. She rode him up and down, unable to stop herself from going faster and grinding deeper, pulling every ounce of pleasure from the lovemaking.

Angel dropped his hands to her hips, guiding her as she slid over him. When she was finally surfacing again, he pushed in deep one last time and shuddered his own release.

* * *

“WHAT ARE THE odds of you eating lunch naked?” Angel asked when he and Taryn had washed up in the frigid water. He already knew the answer, but figured a man couldn’t be judged for inquiring.

He was a guy—he enjoyed looking at the female body. Taryn was tall and lean. He liked her small, perky br**sts. Her ni**les were slightly oversize and seemed to always be hard. Talk about arousing. Having her long hair play peekaboo with her ni**les added to the show. Her legs were long, her pubic area trimmed but not waxed—just the way he preferred.

She looked from the pile of clothes they’d scattered around, to the lunch cooler, then back to him.

“Sure,” she said, and dropped to the blanket.

All right!

He got the cooler and passed out sandwiches. There were also bottles of water and cut fruit. Taryn sat cross-legged and reached for one of the sandwiches.

He stared at her. She was totally naked. Her hair partially covered her br**sts, but not enough to keep them from being a distraction. Worse, with her legs like that, he could see all of her. She was still damp and swollen and he felt himself getting aroused.

She bit into the sandwich, chewed and swallowed. Her mouth twitched. “Is there a problem?”

He swore, grabbed her sandwich and tossed it into the cooler, then bent over her and began kissing his way down her chest.

“You did that on purpose,” he accused, just before he licked her nipple.

“I only did what you asked.”

“Because you knew what would happen.”

“Did I?” she asked with a laugh as she wrapped her arms around him.

* * *

MONDAY MORNING TARYN walked from her car to the company offices. Across the street the basketball game was in full swing. She paused to watch the action and felt a tiny tug of regret when she saw Angel was on the shirts team. Too bad, because the man looked good without clothes.

They’d managed to make love again, get dressed and eat lunch before their ride found them. Angel had spent the rest of the weekend at her place, mostly in her bed. They’d talked about everything but what had happened and what she’d told him. She had a feeling he would never bring up the topic of her father again.

But it was enough that one other person knew the truth.

She walked into her office and turned on her computer. As she set down her tote, she saw a plain white envelope with her name on the front. She opened it and found a note from Angel.

“Because we never talked about it.” The paper underneath was a copy of a blood test from only a few months before.

Taryn sank onto her chair. Other lovers had sent flowers or jewelry after a weekend with her. Some gave her clothes or tickets for island getaways. But this—this was special. Thoughtful, just like the man himself. Angel took care of people.