But it was too late for that. She wanted him so badly. Her body ached with need. But her heart ached with something more. It ached with feelings for a man that had risked his life once to help her, and was willing to do so again.
She clawed at his back and clung to him as his lips found that sweet spot on her throat again.Don’t think about love. Don’t think about falling in love with him. Think about his mouth… his hands…
“You have too many clothes on,” Angelo said playfully. “Let’s fix that.”
She nodded eagerly, equally desperate to be rid of them. She pulled at her sweater so fast she got tangled up in it, which made Angelo laugh and gently catch her arms to help her get free of it. She still wore a t-shirt underneath which Angelo lifted off her. The moment he’d bared her shoulders, he dropped a kiss on her exposed collarbone.
She shivered, goosebumps forming on her arms. Angelo ran his fingers down the cups of her bra to the planes of her stomach until he got to the waist of her jeans. His fingertips teased across her skin, until he found the button of her jeans and slipped it open. She groaned as he pulled the zipper down, her hands following his, and together they pushed down her jeans. He held her steady as she shimmied out of her jeans, socks, and shoes.
Naked now, except for her undergarments, she stood before him in the warm glow of the lamplight, watching him as he studied her body.
Kara felt so vulnerable right now. Exposed. Part of her wanted to cover herself out of instinct, but she resisted. More than anything, she wanted to trust him. Not just with her body, but with everything. The last person she’d trusted so completely had been her mother. She wanted to trust Angelo with her life, her future. She’d never imagined she’d be able to trust someone like that again. Yet, Angelo made her want to believe she could.
His hungry gaze took in the sight of her. “You are truly exquisite, Kara.”
Her lips curved into a tremulous smile.
“Come here.” He pulled her into his arms, claiming her mouth. She felt his arousal pressed against her belly right through his towel, and she delighted in the knowledge that he desired her so much yet could let her feel so safe. She marveled at his innate ability to cocoon her in warmth and safety whilehis mouth seduced all the good sense out of her and sent her spiraling into fantasies. She remembered how brave he’d been trying to protect her, and suddenly she gasped.
“What about your wound?” Kara’s gaze dropped to his abdomen. Her hand gently caressed the edges of his bandage. What if she reopened his stitches?
He gave her a sinful smile. “I will be fine, especially if you ride me,principessa.”
“Ride you?” Her womb clenched in excitement as she pictured herself straddling him.
“Yes, but first I want a taste of you.”
He lifted her up, spinning them both around as he planted her on the edge of his bed. She saw the briefest flinch of pain in his face as he picked her up, but it vanished the moment he’d set her on the bed.
“Lie back,” he urged.
Kara let herself lean back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling as Angelo slid her panties down her legs, then tossed them over his shoulder.
“Spread for me,” he said. His hands gently nudged her legs apart. She closed her eyes, this part had always embarrassed her.
“Eyes on me, Kara. Watch me enjoy the sight of you, thetasteof you.” Angelo’s firm tone pulled her gaze down the length of her own body to see him as he bowed over her like a worshiper at the shrine of an ancient goddess. His gaze locked with hers as he dropped a kiss to the inside of each knee. For such a good man, a kind man, he had the most wicked look in his eyes just then.
“I have appetites, Kara,” he warned with a sinful smile. “And my hunger for you…” His voice trailed off into a slight growl that made her womb clench in excitement. She wanted to be devoured by this man, to be tasted until she nearly died from it.
His mouth trailed down to the apex of her thighs. She watched as he stroked his tongue over her inner thighs, justinches from where she really wanted his mouth. Yet he wouldn’t get any closer. He kept looking at her as he teased her, his focused gaze telling her he was waiting for her.
“Angelo, please…don’t make me beg!” she gasped.
His honey brown eyes glinted with mischief. “I’m afraid you must,principessa. Beg me for everything. Everything you want me to do to you.”
“I want… I want you to taste me,” she gasped, lifting her hips in invitation. “Devour me, Angelo.” She slid one of her hands down her belly, caressing her wet clit for him. Angelo chuckled, leaned over her again and captured her wrist in one hand, pinning it to the bed by her shoulders.
“Uh uh, my little flame. There will be other times for you to touch yourself. This is my turn.”
She let out a whine of frustration. How could he stop her? She needed to be touched. She?—
A scream escaped her as Angelo’s head dipped and his tongue licked the entrance of her very center. His tongue stroked a heavy sensual fire, torturing her with pleasure. Waves of heat rushed across her skin, making her dizzy.
“Ohyes…” She raised her hips with excitement, watching his eyes on her as he continued to lick and suck her folds and tease the sensitive pearl of her clit with his mouth. Then he sheathed his tongue inside her channel, thrusting it in rhythm, and she lost herself entirely, crying his name as tears streaked down her face. Her whole body seemed to spiral closer to the sun.
Everything inside of her crested at once, surging over a cliff face. Then she wasflying, then falling in a sweet uncontrollable descent back to earth, back to herself. Angelo kept licking and thrusting with his wicked tongue until she was crying for him to stop. It was too much, too much for her to take all at once. Her body wracked with aftershocks as the orgasm seemed to go on and on forever.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, her eyes had closed, but now they were open again. She stared at Angelo in wonder as he placed another kiss to her mound, then her other thigh, and then he rubbed his cheek against her leg.
