Angel Falling (Falling #1)(64)

Strong hands spread my quivering thighs open wide. Those eyes were indescribable in the little bit of moonlight coming through the room. It didn’t hide the hunger, the raw intensity of his desire for my body, for me. It shook me to my core. Had I ever seen a man look at me like that? As if I was the most beautiful woman in the world?

His hands cupped my knees then trailed down the insides of each thigh. Shivers replaced need. I anticipated his touch like a brand. When his thumbs separated my folds, he tipped his face down and breathed against my sex.

Every pant was like he was breathing life back into my sour life. I’d always thought that life was good. Work was great, my home was magazine-worthy, and I had more money than I knew what to do with. Then I met this roguish, handsome cowboy who saved my life, and everything changed … for the better.

Before Hank, I had no idea how little I had. Now that I had the comfort of a man—this man—I knew that I was an empty shell of the woman I could be. Hank made anything feel possible: work, friends, family, a man to come home to. These are things I had right now and I didn’t know how I was going to hold onto them.

Hank broke me from my musing with a long wet lap of his tongue from my tight hole all the way up to my clit.

“Holy … oh God!” I screamed out.

My body twitched and stretched, spurring him on. He opened me like a flower and sucked the nectar until I was a screaming ball of pleasure. His tongue swirled through my opening, licking and sucking every last drop of my release. The contented sounds spilled from his throat in a deep hum that unraveled me.

“Fucking honey and vanilla. Christ, I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered as he bit and licked his way up my body, dragging his tongue along the sensitive plane of my abdomen, dipping in and around my navel. He continued his path upward, taking a moment to graze his teeth along each delicate rib.

Shivers ran down my spine and goose bumps spanned the surface of overly heated flesh. He placed small nips and kisses against each breast until he reached my mouth. His tongue dipped in to feast and I made a huge meal of it. Sucking his tongue, tasting myself mixed with his unique flavor. The pleasure had me grinding my pelvis into his and wrapping my leg around him.

“Fuck me, Stud.” I sank my teeth into the crook of his neck. I wanted to mark him, make him mine.

“Not tonight, Angel. Tonight, I make love to you in our bed, in our home away from home.” His words reached the deepest recesses of my heart. The heart I thought had been broken to pieces by a cheating prick of a man. In reality, what I felt for Grant paled in comparison to what I felt for Hank. He made me feel alive, desired, needed.

Hank kicked his jeans off, settling his toned naked body in between my legs. I reached behind my back, undid my bra, and threw it to the side of the bed. He hiked up both of my legs and spread me wide. I resisted the urge to close my legs. The man had just licked me to oblivion; shyness was ludicrous at this point. There was just something about the way he looked at me in that moment when he lined up his cock with my moist opening. The gaze that searched mine was filled with reverence, with … love. Then he sank his thick length into me, inch by blessed inch. Slow as molasses. We both gasped, eyes burning fire into one another as he filled me with life.

“You still don’t know?” he whispered against my lips, eyes never leaving mine.


“I think I do,” I said nervously, not expecting to be here, with this man, at this time in my life. It was so surreal.

“You’re everything, Angel. Everything I ever wanted.” He punctuated his words by pulling almost all the way out then slamming back in, grinding his hips at the end. Oh, God!

“Hank …” I moaned but couldn’t look away from this beautiful man. His control barely contained, body shaking with the effort to go slow, hold back, say what he needed to say. He was struggling and my eyes pooled with tears. I lifted my hands to cup both cheeks, his stubble scratched against my open palms. I wrapped both legs around his waist and clasped my ankles at the dip in his lower back. Pulling his head down, I kissed him.

I left everything in that kiss. All my fears, my nerves, my past, everything that would prevent me from truly letting myself love this man.

He pulled away, kissed the entire surface of my face, and then searched out my eyes again. “I love you, Angel.” Tears welled and slid down the side of my face. He kissed them away and then kissed me. We sat there holding one another, completely entwined, he still long and hard, nestled deep within me.

I choked back a sob and buried my head into his neck. His citrus mixed with musky Hank invaded my senses. I never wanted anything else. This was it. He was my other half. “Make love to me,” I whispered against his neck.

“I want nothing more,” he said as he pulled his hips back, and on a tight snap shoved his steel length into me, filling my body and my heart. Over and over and over again. It healed me. Fulfilled me. It made me whole. He made me feel like a whole person.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh God, I love you.” The last part was whispered on a howl of ecstasy. I thought it was Hank saying those words as his hot seed coated my insides, burning me with his passion, chanting those words over and over. But, it was me. The words spilled from my mouth as my entire body tightened and exploded around his pulsating cock.

We both came to sometime later. He had reversed our positions. I was now limp-limbed across his big body. His hands roamed up and down my back, down to my ass and back up. Every so often he’d squeeze a handful of cheek and dip his pelvis up to massage me. He was insatiable, fully embedded deep within me almost every night since we met and still ready to go. I’d take a solid bet Hank could get it up piss-ass drunk. I’d have to investigate that theory.