Angel Falling (Falling #1)(81)
He held my bum with one hand and leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled at his jeans. He fingered a navy blue box. My breath caught, eyes focused on that tiny square of velvet he casually turned around and around in his large hand. A barrage of worry slammed through my thoughts like a wrecking ball.
Did I want to get married?
Was I ready to get married?
What would my parents think?
What would his parents think after I bailed a month ago?
Thought after thought broke into glimmering pieces throughout the vast void surrounding us and my heart started to pound, I clutched at it.
“Breathe, Angel. Jesus Christ! It’s not what you think!”
My eyes sought his and burned a hole through those sparkling green eyes. “What do you mean it’s not what I think?”
“Darlin’ I think my intention is clear. There ain’t no way you’re gettin’ rid of the likes of me. Therefore, I brought this to give to you.” He opened the velvet box and it was empty. There was no ring. I pinched the bridge of my nose and grabbed for the box.
“Okay, what’s this for?” I turned it over. The blue velvet was dark as night and just as pretty.
He grinned wide. “That’s the box you’re gonna use when you put a ring in it and ask me to marry you right proper,” he said. He cocked his head to the side and used his thumbs to circle the bare skin on each side of my underwear.
“You’re gonna catch flies if you keep that mouth open any longer, Darlin’.”
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“I cannot believe you, Hank!” She tipped her head back and howled with laughter. Her breasts shook enticingly with her efforts. I leaned up and took one pale pink tip into the warmth of my mouth. She tasted delicious. Her laughter turned into a deep moan as she gripped the back of my head to her breast and pushed against my mouth. I lavished the nipple with long strokes of my tongue, then swirled a figure eight around and around the tight peak. She mewled like a baby kitten as I suckled at her tip.
Gripping her breast’s twin I provided the other breast with the same treatment. She ground her * against my aching cock sending a river of lust through my body. I pulled away and looked up at her sexy body and face. She was more than beautiful, she was my dream. My dream come true. “So, I’ll move my stuff in tomorrow, then,” I confirmed around a mouthful of luscious Aspen flesh.
“Uh huh. Yeah, that’s so good,” she groaned. I flicked the tip and bit down. Her legs tightened around my waist and pressed against my dick, gaining the much desired friction she was after.
I flipped her over on her back, pulled down her tiny red panties and spread her legs open. The hood of her little nub was pulled back and the tight little knot of heaven peeked out, waiting for my touch. Her puckered little hole winked open and closed as she gyrated her hips in the air ready for me to take her. I licked my lips and prepared to feast on an Angel.
“I just want to be clear. I’m movin’ in. We’re officially together for good. I’ve moved my business. We’re keeping the ranch as our home away from home, and I get to f*ck you every night for the rest of my days.”
She panted as I twirled a finger just around the edge of her pleasure center. She squirmed and tilted her hips up trying to get the pressure she needed but I held it just out of reach. “Deal, Angel?”
“Yes, Hank. You, me, everything you said.” Her breath came in heaving pants as if she’d run a marathon. I flicked the bud aching to be touched. “God, Hank. Please f*ck me!” she begged.
“My pleasure, Angel. All my pleasure.” I held my girl’s legs open wide, then covered her aching clit with my mouth and sucked. The corresponding scream into orgasm ripped through her. She tried to close her legs, but I was ruthless. I wanted it all. Everything she had to give was going to be mine. Everything I was belonged to her now and I’d take no less in return.
In the morning I woke to the most blessed sight. An Angel was sprawled across my chest snoring lightly. Little puffs of air whooshed out of her bowed, full lips in a lulling cadence. It was good to be home. The past month without Aspen was pure torture. Every minute that passed when I didn’t know what she was doing, who she was with, if she was happy or not, gutted me. I’d finally gotten my girl back, and I was never letting her go. My arms tightened around her.
“Hey Stud, you squeeze any tighter and I won’t be able to breathe,” she whispered, her chin rested on my chest. Those gray-blue eyes an open window to the beauty that lay just beyond.
“Sorry. Good mornin’, Angel. Sleep well?”
She kissed my peck over my scar a few times and grinned. Man I missed this. When she finished her worship of “her spot” she rested her cheek on my chest and snuggled in. “God, Hank. I don’t want to ever go another night without sleeping next to you.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t have to … unless of course you wait too long to pop the question. You see, Darlin’, I’m what you call a catch,” She bit the thick hunk of muscle just over my nipple. “Ouch, okay okay! I’m sorry.”
“Were you serious last night?” she asked, her hair a tumble of gold over her face. I swept the pieces covering her eyes away to see those blues once more.
“About what part?”
“You’re really not going to ask me?”