Angel (Fallen Angel, #3)(51)

Thirty-Five





Viper





I WASN’T SURE if it was the events of the night, the alcohol, or Halo himself, but as I followed him inside our suite and across the living space to the master bedroom, my hands shook with anticipation of what was to come.

Hell, maybe it was the alcohol—or the bump to the back of my head—making me feel like a virgin again, because I was finding it difficult to speak, not to mention pull out any of my hottest, sexiest moves.

What the hell was going on with me? But as Halo drew me to a stop in the shadow-filled room and turned my way, I knew the answer—I was nervous. Totally fucking nervous.

Tonight, when that motherfucker had been mouthing off to Halo, somewhere in the back of my mind I’d been worried that the angel would agree with him, that he’d suddenly wonder, What the hell am I doing with Viper? and leave me. And that had left me feeling desperate, panicked, and more vulnerable than I cared to admit.

Imagining a life without Halo in it was too damn painful to even think about. It hurt more than the gash on the back of my head, and as the moonlight washed over the angel’s stunning face, I wasn’t at all shocked to feel my hand tremble as I reached for him.

I took a step closer and wrapped one of those perfect curls around my fingers, as Halo placed his palms on my chest and raised his mouth to meet mine. His touch was whisper light, and I automatically opened to him, wanting that sweet, eager tongue deep inside my mouth. Halo didn’t disappoint; he flirted with my top lip, and when a soft growl escaped me, he dove inside for a more thorough taste.

I threaded my fingers through his hair as he slid a hand up over my shoulder and behind my neck, and when he groaned and twisted his other hand into my shirt to haul me closer, I wrapped an arm around his waist and connected us from head to toe.

As the kiss intensified, so did the pressure against my swollen mouth, and when a shot of pain zinged through me, I cursed and yanked my head back.

“Oh shit,” Halo said, and touched his fingertips to my lip. “I’m sorry.”

I kissed his fingers as I smirked. “I’m not. But maybe you can think of another place to kiss me instead?”

Halo chuckled, his sensual smile practically lighting up the room as he reached for the buttons of my shirt and began to undo them. “I bet I can think of somewhere.”

The wicked gleam in his eyes had me sucking in my breath, as he got to the bottom of my shirt and spread it open. “You think so?”

Halo pushed the material off my shoulders, and as it fluttered to the ground, he licked his lower lip and nodded. “I do,” he said, and then bent his head to press a kiss over my heart, trailing his hands down my ribs to the button of my jeans, which he flicked open.

My cock jerked behind the zipper Halo was now drawing down, and when he glanced up at me with heavy-lidded, sex-drunk eyes, I groaned.

“Want you so bad,” he whispered, and then licked a path up the center of my sternum, as he slipped his hand inside my jeans. When he wrapped a tight fist around my aching dick, a guttural groan left me, and Halo straightened to nip at my chin as he stroked his fist up to the wet head of my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered, as my head fell back from the pleasure of having Halo fingering my piercing. But even that wasn’t enough for the angel. It seemed he was hellbent on driving me out of my mind tonight, and as he kissed and licked his way up my neck to my ear, I began to fuck that talented hand of his.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” Halo said, as he flicked his tongue over my lobe and gave me another firm pull. “I want to show you… Let me show you how much I love you.”

Jesus Christ. Halo wasn’t only stripping me of my clothes, he was tearing down any barrier in his way, including the one some stranger had erected between us for the briefest of moments.

As he let me go to shove my jeans and briefs down, I stepped out of them and waited for his next move, and without a word, Halo removed his clothes until he was as naked as I was.

My heart was pounding so hard that I was surprised the angel didn’t stop and ask what the sound was. Instead, he took one of my hands and pressed a kiss to my palm.

“I want you to listen to me and hear me, okay? I don’t care what others think about us. I don’t care what they write about us, either.” Halo then lowered our hands and tugged me toward the bed, his voice trembling with desire as his eyes roamed over me. “I only care what you and I think, and what we feel when we’re together like this.”

As he placed a knee on the bed and tugged me onto it with him, Halo’s lips curved a little and he glanced down at my hard cock. “You feel good, don’t you?”

That had a chuckle escaping my lips, just as he’d intended. “I think good might be an understatement.”

Halo’s eyes sparked, and he shifted closer on his knees until our erections bumped up against one another. Then he reached between us and wrapped his hand around the two of us.

“Fuck,” I said, and reached out to hold on to his arms, keeping us upright as he began to slowly pump his hand up and down our lengths. “Feels fucking unreal, Angel.”

Halo hummed in agreement, as he leaned forward to kiss along my jaw and down my neck, all the while working us up and down in a sticky slide.

My hips thrust upward as I punched my cock through his fist along the underside of his, and when Halo’s lips found my ear and he said, “Will you let me take you tonight?” I couldn’t stop the low growl that left me.