Angel Falling (Falling #1)(27)

“Please have Tripp send Oliver the specifics of your next client. You know I worry, even if you don’t think so.”

“I will.” Then the dark woman was gone and Aspen had her head in her hands.

“Hey, Darlin’, what the hell was that?”

She sighed. “It was a long time coming.”

“’Fess up? One moment we were eating supper and the next you two were fit to be tied.”

“Yeah, it’s been brewing awhile. She’s been upset with me for ignoring her calls, not being a part of her life the past few months.”

“Because of some jerk with shit for brains?”

She laughed, and it was the most precious sound. “You could say that, yes. A man did a number on me, but I’m fine.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Hank, you don’t want to know about my ex. Really.” She looked tired and drained.

“Alright then, but one day you will talk about it. I want to know everything about you.”

Her gaze searched mine. I had no idea what was going on in that head of hers.

“For now, though, how about we watch a movie together.”

She squinted. “Like you did with the pretty nurse today?”

Looked like the green-eyed monster had ahold of my Angel. Love this side of her. “She offered to watch a movie with me because I was stuck here all day. We’d just started watching something when you came home.”


I could see the wheels turning in her head. Lying with her in a bed was exactly what I wanted to do. With a little guilt, I pressed on my bandaged shoulder and groaned.

She laughed. “Okay, okay, fine.”

We got up from the table and I led the way, holding her hand, warm and soft in mine. I could feel her heartbeat as our palms touched. We walked past my room and entered the master. The room was classy but warm. The sleigh-style bed sat proudly in the center of the room with wooden end tables on each side. The comforter looked like a burgundy cloud. I could hardly wait to get into it and snuggle up to the woman I was quickly becoming enamored with.

There were a variety of art pieces hung strategically throughout the room. One of the pictures above the bed had textured fabric and sequins in an Indian sari-inspired design. Another picture showed a seated Buddha, hands held in a strange pose. I didn’t know anything about Indian art but the room was definitely inspired by the culture. Heavy fabrics in rich maroons and golds were placed elegantly throughout the space.

Letting go of her hand, I walked to the side of the bed and pulled off my sweats. She watched me pull back the covers and slip into the bed. I patted the other side.

She pulled at the zipper behind her head and contorted her body. I could see the dress start to loosen in front.

“That’s my side of the bed,” she said, and continued to pull at the zipper behind her. The fabric pooled and hung forward even more.

“Not anymore.”

Her head cocked to the side as she let the blue fabric slide down her form and pool at her feet. ”We’ll see about that, Caveman.”

“Fuck!” I lost my ability to breathe. She was right out of a wet dream, standing there in a black lace bra and panties. The low lighting from behind provided an incandescent glow around her silhouette. Black stockings were held up by magic halfway between milky thighs.

I felt my heartbeat stop as she sauntered across the room and turned, her back to me providing the most delectable view of her scantily clad ass. She was beyond beautiful. Emotions mixed with lust and a little of something else I wasn’t ready to name. Then they all got together and prevented me from speaking or making a sound. No woman had ever put me in such a state. Though I knew I’d never liked a woman as much as I did Aspen. She was the entire package.

Smart, drop dead gorgeous, beautiful laugh, and a personality I wanted to know more of. Overall she fascinated me and did more than turn me on. She broke me down to the base level where a man hid his savage beast. The one that kept me from all logic, zeroing in on only one thing.

Aspen.

When all my faculties got back on board I called out to her. “Jesus Christ! Angel, get over here now,” I demanded.

She shook her head and pilfered through her drawers. With a shirt clutched to her hand she made to slip it over her head. I was out of the bed and gripping her wrist before she had the opportunity to slide it over her head.

“You gonna prance around in this, taunt me with your perfect body, and not let me touch?” I gripped her waist and thrust my erection against her behind.

She leaned back against me and moaned. I slid a hand up her ribs and over her breast. I took hold, sliding down one cup to tug and pull at the rigid nipple. She made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a plea. The sound went straight to my dick hardening it further. “Hank, you can’t. You just had surgery.”

I thrust against her ass again more roughly. “My cock feel broken to you, Darlin’? You do things to me. I need to show you what I’m feelin’. Let me,” I whispered into her ear from behind.

She shivered and gasped, “Oh God. I want you so much.” The words were a whisper, almost a cry.

I kissed along her bare neck, sweeping her hair off to one shoulder. She trembled as I licked and feasted on the skin of her neck up to her ear. My good arm slid around her front and down her body, enjoying the luscious curves and soft skin. She mewled and moaned when I slipped my fingers between her panties and bare skin and found her wet and wanting.