Page 56 of Angel In Armani

He had to be here. If he was a guardian angel, he was here to make sure she got what she wanted, wasn’t he? And what she wanted right this minute was Lucas Angelo’s hands on her body.

She gathered her things and walked toward the entrance to the block. A small faux porch surrounded the door to the lobby, and as she reached the first step Lucas stepped out of the shadow beside the door. She dropped her bags and flew up the steps and then his arms were around her and his lips touched hers and she would have sworn the world just melted around her as her blood went volcanic and every inch of her shrieked More.

She opened her mouth to him and pulled him closer. They kissed frantically, like they needed each other for oxygen, and he backed her up against the door. His hands went to work, unzipping her jacket and pulling her shirt free of her trousers, and then his fingers were sliding over the skin of her waist, which made her moan and arch toward him like a cat seeking the sun.

He muttered something against her mouth that might have been her name or might have been God but then his hand dipped lower and pressed between her legs and she moaned louder, moving into him, thinking, There, there, there and Oh God, yes, as colors exploded behind her eyes and pleasure streaked through her body.

He reached for her zipper and slid it down and even though she knew she was standing at the front door and any minute any of her six neighbors might see them, she couldn’t care about anything but the feel of his fingers against her. She widened her legs and his fingers slid into her panties and curled into her precisely where she needed to feel him. She felt the world narrow to just that spot. Just the feel of him, and the taste of his mouth and the smell of him curling around her as she rocked against him, desperate for him and letting him do this completely crazy thing as the heat built and then surged and pulsed through her like the scream of a jet engine, and her mind went completely blank as she struggled not to cry out through the sheer perfection of it.

When she came back to herself, Lucas had eased away from her, his hands at her waist again, holding her steady while she tried to make her brain work. His fingers stroked her skin where they touched.

She lifted her head and smiled, drunk with pleasure.

“Hello,” she said.

“Hello,” he said, sounding only a little more together than she was. “Nice place you have here.”

The pleased rumble of his voice made her smile grow wider. “You haven’t seen it yet.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “I like it.” His head dipped and he kissed her and she felt everything start to go hot and blurry again. “Ask me in, Sara.”

“Do you want to come up and see my etchings?” she said, giggling.

“Do you have etchings?”

“I’m not sure I even know what etchings are.” She laughed again. “Want to come up and take my clothes off?”

“Hell, yes.” He straightened then, suddenly all business. “Where are your keys?”

It took her a moment to remember what keys were, let alone what she might have done with hers. “Keys. Bag. Stairs.” She gestured back down the stairs to where her things were sitting on the damp path—thank God it hadn’t been snowing or she might have just done dire things to her laptop. Lucas turned on his heel, descended the stairs with three quick steps, and then rejoined her. He handed her her purse and kept hold of her flight bag.

“Keys,” he said. “Now.”

She grinned. “Bossy, are we?”

“Yes,” he said. “Whatever it takes to get you naked.”

It didn’t take too much, as it turned out. They made it up the flight of stairs to her apartment and inside the door before the bags hit the floor again and then he was kissing her again with those fierce wild kisses that scrambled her brain. She tugged off his coat and he dispensed with her jacket and she toed off her shoes while he unbuttoned her shirt.

“Christ, that’s pretty,” he said, one hand tracing the edge of the lace of her bra before it moved down to cup her breast, long clever fingers dragging across her nipple.

“You’re prettier,” she managed to say before she lost her breath again. More clothes tumbled to the floor between kisses and hands discovering skin and then she was on the floor, the wool of her rug soft against her back and Lucas hard against the rest of her as she pulled him down and wrapped herself around him and almost sobbed as he moved into her with one sure and solid thrust that felt better than anything she could ever remember feeling.

Apparently the interlude on the porch hadn’t done much to satisfy her need for him, either. The feel of him on top of her, inside her, moving with her sent her crazy and she nipped at his mouth and locked her legs higher around his body. “Harder,” she said.

She didn’t have to ask twice. Lucas growled in her ear and then did something that changed the angle between them, tilting her hips up before he moved again. Moved hard.

“Like that?”

“Yes.” It was half a gasp as he did it again, the slide and shock of him making her skin even hotter even as she rose to meet him.

Lucas grinned above her, but neither of them managed to find any more words. Things went dark and hot in Sara’s head and she could only think of him and how good he felt as he drove into her, his body solid and warm and slick against hers. The only sound was the harsh breathing and the slide of skin upon skin.

Sex. God, she’d missed this. Though she knew it wasn’t just sex she’d missed, but sex with this particular man. This was what she had been trying to forget ever since Sag Harbor, and the pleasure spiking through her with his every move was evidence of exactly why she hadn’t been able to do that.

He kissed her as he took her—or was she taking him, it wasn’t exactly clear as they met each other like a clash of warriors. She found herself digging her nails into his back and biting at his shoulder as he moved on and on, the rhythm growing wilder and less controlled.

His hand moved to her clit and it was almost too much, the added sensation sparking through everything else. She dropped her head back and moaned.

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