Angel Falling (Falling #1)(78)

My mouth started to salivate. She quickly pulled them down before I tore them to shreds. Smart cookie. I ripped at my khakis and shoved them and my boxers to the floor. She gripped my dress shirt and undid the buttons as I stared at her heaving chest.

Those blue eyes of her were almost black, laced with need. I sent up a small prayer to the good Lord above that she wasn’t pushing me away. She wanted me. Wanted this, right here, right now. If she hadn’t I’d have spontaneously combusted on the spot.

When both of our shirts were open I pulled her to me and kissed her. She held my face, turning my head where she wanted me to go. She could take the lead. As long as her lips were on mine, she could do whatever she wanted. Christ! She tasted good. I reached a hand around to cup her ass. The other hand went straight for the promised land. She was soaked. I sank two fingers into her body. She straightened and pressed harder onto my hand, then sealed our chests skin to skin.

It wasn’t enough. More. I needed more.

“Hank, I … ” she said as I lined up my cock, pulled her ass cheeks, and forced her down hard on my length, impaling her in one hard thrust. “God!” she screamed.

I stilled, holding us both quietly, letting my body calm. It had been starved for her touch for over a month, and I didn’t want things to be over before they ever really even got started.

“Angel,” I kissed every inch of her face. “It’s good to be home.” Tears fell down her face and I kissed them away and started to move in and out of her body in measured, slow strokes.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered against my lips, her eyes closed.

“Open your eyes,” I begged on a particularly hard thrust. She gasped and opened her eyes. They were filled with love, pain, and something else … hope. “I love you. You. Aspen Isabel Bright-Reynolds.” I punctuated her name with a fierce thrust. “No one else. There will never be anyone else,” I promised as I picked up the pace and started pounding into her.


“What about … ” she started. I leaned her back to lay on the conference table, completely vulnerable and open to me. I pulled back and shoved my cock so far into her she orgasmed fast and quick.

“Only you. I’ve fallen for an angel and there will never be anyone else. You’re mine from here on out, until the end of time. You hear me?” I roared then slammed into her over and over. Her body coiled tight in orgasm, but I could tell she was already building into the mother of all releases. If she didn’t want to listen to my words she’d listen to my body. I’d f*ck her into believing the truth.

“God, yes, Hank. I love you. I love you so much,” she cried. I pulled her up, holding her face-to-face.

“You feel that, Angel?” She nodded on a particularly deep thrust and tipped her head back in a moan. “That’s me, inside you. Inside the woman I want to spend my life with. Inside the woman I’m going to marry.” Her eyes went wide, mouth opened to lick her lips. “That’s right. You’re going to be stuck with me. You don’t have a choice. This is real … this is real love.”

I clenched her body tightly against mine and pumped my cock into her, my release shooting deep within her tight channel. The corresponding orgasm pulled and sucked at my length, a dizzying, unbidden pleasure the likes of which I’d never had before and would only have with her. I knew that I would end up worshiping this woman until the end of my days.

She held me to her, our breath coming in heaving gulps of air. “Never again, Angel. We’ll never be apart again.”

She nodded. “Hank, we have a lot to discuss. So much has happened.” She worried her plump pink lip and I swooped in and kissed her worry away, lapping at the tissue, claiming it for my own.

“Yes, I agree.”

Silently we both pulled on our clothes. A brief knock rang out on the conference door just before Oliver entered. He took in our rumpled clothing, Aspen pulling on her blazer, me buttoning up my shirt. A wide grin broke across his face. “So, it looks like you two made up. You ready to go home? The limo is waiting.”

Aspen looked nervous, but I clasped my hand with hers. “Yes, Oliver, we’re ready to go home.”

My Angel’s eyebrows knit together. “But where are you staying?” she asked as we walked toward the elevators.

“At my home away from home. Where my Angel lives is where I live.”

“You can’t be serious. We haven’t seen each other in a month.” Her rational brain was about to screw up all my well-laid plans.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going home with you. I’m movin’ all of my stuff in, too.” Oliver snorted. “What?”

“All your stuff.” He laughed. “Like what? All three boxes of it?”

“Shut up, pipsqueak. I’m talking to my fiancée. ” Two stunned faces and gaping mouths stared at me. “What?”

“Your fiancée?” Aspen whispered.

“Oh, yes, you will be my wife. Sooner rather than later. I hate waitin’ and we’ve lost a month as it is.” I pulled on her hand and yanked a shocked Oliver into the elevator.

We took the drive back to the penthouse and I was happier than I ever thought I’d be a month ago. Aspen was quiet—too quiet—but I had time to get her to warm to the idea of being a Jensen. Before that, though, we needed to eat, and I needed to be home with her where I could explain everything that happened and clear the road to our future.