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What the hell is he doing to me? I thought, as I dragged my tongue up his cheek to his lips, and when I got there, I said in a voice I barely recognized, “Kiss me, Angel.”
Halo’s eyes flashed open, and when they locked on mine, I knew he was as stunned as I was by the hoarse request. Since when did I ask for anything? But then he was kissing me, and I was moving behind him, no longer able to stay still.
As I slowly pulled out of him, I ran a hand up his length and squeezed the slick head, making him gasp, and when I grinned against that delicious mouth, he said, “Again.”
I shoved back inside him, lowered my fist down his length, and told him, “Brace yourself.”
Halo’s eyes flared, and when he turned his head away from me and his arms tensed above his head, I released his cock and smoothed my hands down from under his arms. I trailed them along his ribs to his hips, and when my fingers dug into the naked flesh there, I pulled out of him, and this time when I thrust back inside, there was nothing slow or easy about it.
Hard, rough, and powerful. I tunneled inside the angel with all of the pent-up need and frustration I’d been feeling for him over the past few days, and the clawing possession I’d felt for him from the first moment I had him under me came hurtling back in full force.
Halo shouted out and reached down with one hand to jack himself as I hammered into him at an unrelenting pace, and as he slammed his other hand up against the wall, I bucked my hips harder, faster.
My breathing was coming in rapid bursts, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute, and suddenly I needed more of him. I wanted to feel Halo against me when he lost it, and I wanted him to feel me.
I slid my hands around his waist, and as I shoved back inside, I smoothed my palms up over his torso until my hands were flat on his chest. Then I pulled him off that wall so I was as deep inside him as I could get, and he was leaning back on me, fisting his cock as I gave him quick, hard thrusts in just the right spot.
Halo reached back with his free hand and grabbed the back of my head, and as he pulled me forward, he turned his face and captured my mouth with his, driving his tongue between my lips in a way that had my climax racing down my spine. But it wasn’t until he said against my mouth, “I love the way you fuck me,” that I lost it.
My entire body tensed behind his, and as I slammed our mouths together, I came deep inside him, capturing his shout of ecstasy as he came all over his hand, and Halo’s body clamped around me in a way that had my toes curling.
As we stood there, both breathing hard, both shaking against one another, I was glad that Halo’s back was to me, because I wasn’t sure what he’d be able to see on my face, and I was positive it was nothing either of us were ready for.
Fifteen
Viper
“HEY, VIPER?” THE voice of Jared, one of our producers, cut through my headphones inside the recording booth, bringing me to a halt on the fifth go around for the background vocals of the track “Hard.”
We’d been bouncing around ideas all afternoon, trying to get the chorus as edgy as I wanted it, but we hadn’t quite hit the nail on the head, and when Jared had started waving his hands through the air midway through this cut, I knew we still weren’t there yet.
Jared pressed the button that allowed me to hear him and said, “That was better, but I still think we’re missing something. You’re getting the frustration across like you want, but your voice is too smooth, my man. What do you do, drink hot tea and lemon every night?”
I snorted. “Nah. I get what you’re saying, though. I want some gravel to it. Some grit. My voice just isn’t cooperating.”
Jagger got up from one of the couches in the mixing room where the rest of the band was seated and pressed down on the button. “Come on, V. We need you all growly. Can’t you think of something that might make you feel like that? Bet I can…”
When Jagger glanced over his shoulder to the rest of the guys, my eyes automatically shifted to the other end of the couch, where Halo was lounged back beside Killian. Dressed in navy shorts and a white polo that was tight enough it showed off his lean muscles, he could’ve been a Florida native. Add in the nice tan he’d gotten over the past couple of weeks, and he looked more like a sexy surfer than a rising superstar in the music industry.
