Viper (Fallen Angel #2)(50)

I made my way across the hardwood floors, grabbed a glass from one of the overhead cabinets, and then opened the fridge. I reached inside for the pizza box and put it on the counter before turning back for the Parmesan cheese, and then I reached for the bottle of Coke on the side door. Once I had everything I needed, I turned around to hunt down some napkins but startled when I found Viper leaning up against his kitchen counter watching me. With his arms crossed and jeans hanging low on his hips, it was close to impossible not to say screw the food and just go to him. Viper was so effortlessly sexy—even standing in his kitchen having just climbed out of bed, he oozed more sex appeal than someone who’d spent a good hour trying to look hot.

“You scared the hell out of me,” I said as Viper pushed away from the counter and walked toward me, his eyes taking a tour of all that I’d left bare. With the fridge still open behind me, it lit the kitchen area up enough that I could see the hunger in his dark eyes, but whether it was for me or the food we hadn’t eaten earlier, I had no clue.

“Did I?”

I chuckled as he took the Coke and cheese out of my hands and put them on the counter, and when he turned back to me and walked forward, trapping me between himself and the open fridge, I had my answer.

That hunger, the craving I could see in his eyes? It was all for me.

“You gonna let me shut the fridge?” I asked as Viper held my chin in place, then he leaned in and flicked his tongue across the corner of my mouth.

“Not yet,” he said as he nipped at my lower lip. “I like the way the light makes your skin look…like gold.”

I groaned and reached for Viper’s hips as he trailed his fingers down my throat, and then he slid his palm around under my hair to grip the back of my neck. As he kissed his way along my jaw and slid his fingers into my hair, I tugged on the loops of his jeans and ground my stiffening cock against him.

Viper growled and pressed his lips to the soft skin behind my ear, his warm breath in direct contrast to the cool air of the fridge behind me.

“Why can’t I get enough of you?” he said by my ear, and I wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer or was voicing the question I kept asking myself. Why was I so drawn to him? How was it that I’d allowed myself to become so involved in what we were doing with each other that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to be free?

Instead of answering, I turned my head and captured his mouth, knowing that that was the answer Viper would prefer over the crazy notions running through my head, and he was right there to tangle his tongue with mine.

“Viper…” I said as I ran one of my hands up his back and took a step toward him, molding my body to his as I walked him back to the counter. I didn’t let go of him, or bother stopping to shut the fridge. I moved directly between his legs and took his face between my hands, as I dove in and took a long, deep taste of him.

Viper opened to me in an instant, moving his hands to my ass as he rocked forward, and I moaned in response, and it was times like this—when he was obliterating any common sense I possessed—that I felt a slight tinge of desperation creep in.

I had no idea how long I had to enjoy what was happening between us, and whenever I thought about it being over, I found myself wanting to hold on to him tighter, to kiss him harder, to mark him in some way as mine, so he’d be just as affected if he decided to walk away.

I sucked on his bottom lip, making that rumbling purr escape his throat, and when Viper’s head fell back, I took full advantage, lowering my head and licking a path across his throat.

“Angel…fuck. You’re killin’ me here,” Viper said as I ran my hands down to his open jeans.

“Hmm. Not my fault.” I slipped my hand down into the denim and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock. “I was going to get something to eat, and then you came out here and interrupted me.”

As I swiped my thumb over his Prince Albert, Viper cursed and shut his eyes. “I woke up and you were—”

“Not gone.” I grinned against his lips, knowing exactly where he was going. “Just in a different room.”

“Too fuckin’ far away,” he said, and those words made my heart skip much faster than they probably should’ve. He means for sex, I reminded myself. Nothing else. But when Viper opened his eyes and reached down to wrap a hand around my wrist, stilling me, the emotions swirling in those mysterious depths made my breath catch—and so did the next words that left his mouth. “Wake me next time.”

I nodded, and Viper glanced over at the pizza box before turning his attention back to me.

“I suppose I should let you eat, huh?”

“I wouldn’t object,” I said, taking a step away from him and zipping my jeans to at least try and contain the erection that was dying to get free. Then I turned to shut the fridge and moved back over to the counter. “Sorry I woke you.”

Viper shook his head, as he too readjusted and zipped up. “You didn’t. I missed—”

My hand stopped midway to opening the box as Viper cut his words off, because there was no way he’d been about to say I missed you, was there?





Thirty-Two





Viper





I MISSED YOU? I fucking missed you? Did I seriously almost say that out loud? But when Halo glanced over his shoulder at me with curiosity in his eyes, I knew that I had.