Angel Falling (Falling #1)(13)

“Hank … ” My eyes met hers, her voice thick with emotion. “That pipe would have pierced through my heart. If you hadn’t been there, done what you did ... ” Her eyes filled with tears, and then large, wet drops ran like a waterfall down her cheeks.

That’s all it took. The need to taste her thrummed heavily through my veins, the tension so fierce it sizzled and popped around us. One-handed, I pulled her against my chest and crushed her lips with mine. She opened eagerly and my tongue, lips, and teeth devoured her like a starving man devoured a steak.

There was no holding back, no room for nice dates and sweet pecks on the cheek. No, this was carnal desire. A man who needed a woman and a woman who needed to be kissed. I had to have her. By the way she kissed me back, her fingers tightening at my scalp holding me to her, she was just as taken.


My fingers tunneled through her hair, over her back, pressing and keeping her near. My mouth slanted over hers and my tongue delved deeper, taking without request. Her pink little lips nibbled and gave just as much as they were getting. Her hands cupped my head on each side, giving her the control. My mouth ripped away from hers, needing air but still needing her.

I trailed wet licks and kisses down the sweet column of her swan-like neck. She tasted like a warm, juicy peach. My right hand clenched her waist, keeping her close. My wounded shoulder screamed in agony against the brutal way I held her to me, but I didn’t care. Fuck it. My very own angel was panting and moaning against me. There wasn’t anything that could pull me away from her skin at this moment. The building could catch fire and I’d still be worshiping her with my hands and mouth.

Those plump lips found mine and licked my bottom one before sucking it into her mouth. My dick was rock-hard and tenting the blanket proudly. Her hand brushed against my erection as she leaned deeper into the kiss, mindful of the pressure against my bandaged shoulder. I moaned and she stopped. Our breath mingled as she hovered close. Her fingers traced the ridge of my shaft through the blanket.

My breath hitched. “Darlin’, you better not start something you can’t finish.”

***

His lips were addictive. I couldn’t stop tugging and nipping at the sensual tissue. Pulling back, I smiled and watched his face contort as my hand circled his cock, squeezing rhythmically. He groaned and it sent a wave of heat to my core, desire pooling between my thighs. It made me bold, wanton. Free.

“I can give this to you,” I whispered against his open mouth then licked along the curve of his lip. God, the man was sexy. Everything about him screamed f*ck me. And boy did I want to.

Looking behind me, I made sure the door was shut and that the blinds of the window were closed. The doctor had just been here. It was unlikely that Hank would need to be seen again so soon. We had a little time but not much.

“Don’t you think we’re moving a little fast, Angel?” His voice was laced with desire. I could tell suggesting we slow down was hard for him, but so charming and chivalrous. It made me want him more.

I closed my eyes for a moment, weighing the options, but continued to stroke his cock up and down in slow, calculated movements. He groaned and I searched his eyes.

“Do you think I’m a whore for wanting to pleasure you?” I wasn’t sure if I’d asked for his benefit or mine. Wanting to please him so quickly, after only knowing him a short time was unlike me. It was bold and daring in ways I’d never been before.

His response was immediate and righteous. “Hell no! You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and your kisses taste like f*cking candy. I can’t get enough of you. You want to touch me Darlin’, I’m all yours.”

Holding back would be too much. My entire body thrummed and quaked with lust, with the desire to please him. I needed to feel him in my hand, in my mouth. Kissing him hard, our tongues tangled as we drank from one another. He tasted of mint tea, refreshing and delicious.

His large hand cupped my breast through my blouse, thumb sliding along the tight peak, making it pebble and ache. He swallowed my moan with his mouth as I arched into his palm. I dug my hand just under the blanket to get closer to his heat. When my hand met bare naked skin a fresh rush of desire shot straight to my core. Hank’s cock was quite possibly the softest thing I’d ever touched and as smooth as satin. All rational thought was leaving my brain, hell leaving the building. Right now all I could think about was getting closer, getting my hands on more of his body.

“Jesus, Angel,” he groaned and sunk his teeth into my lip.

His kisses turned my insides to jelly. With slow strokes of his thick length we continued to kiss at length, learning what one another liked best. Just as the knobbed crown of his head wept and I’d swirled my thumb around the sensitive tip to drive him crazy, my phone started ringing.

“Fuck!” Hank cursed.

The incessant noise was like a beacon, calling back my sanity. What the hell was I doing? The professional in me scoffed at what I was doing, had done, in broad day light with a man I’d known for two seconds.

Dazed, I jumped off the bed and away from Hank’s warmth. Distance between us right now was a good thing. With one hand I righted my clothing while the other fumbled for the phone. Heat suffused the skin of my cheeks and I knew they would be bright red. Regardless of my embarrassment I couldn’t control the huge grin that split across my face. Giddiness swept through me in waves. It was official; I had lost my ever loving mind.