Page 15 of Angel In Armani

He pressed another kiss, this one a little lower, then stopped again. “Feel free to try it out.” He slipped a hand under her thigh, coaxed her to drape a leg across his back as his mouth moved a few inches lower.

Good Lord, the man was trying to kill her. “Right now, you’re doing okay.”

“Really? No—” Kiss. Lick. “—needs you want to—” Kiss. Lick. Nibble.

Oh Lord. Who knew that teeth pressing oh so carefully into her hip bone could feel so good?

“—tell me about?” he continued. He wriggled a little lower and pressed a kiss to her thigh. Her stomach clenched as her body throbbed. She wanted to feel his mouth right where it was hottest. And apparently all she had to do was ask.

Her head fell back as her face heated. Thank God for darkness. In the darkness, maybe she could be the sort of woman that asked a man to go down on her. After all, her body had thrown her brain under a bus way back when she’d first touched him. So maybe she just had to let it take over completely.

She licked her lips, felt his lips drag across her inner thigh again. Swallowed hard. “I want your mouth on me,” she said. It was half a whisper, which thankfully sounded much more man-eating sexy than she was.

“Hell, yes,” he whispered back, and then his head moved and his hands coaxed her legs wider and then his tongue slipped across her clit. And set to work.

God.

She really was going to catch on fire.

He hadn’t been boasting, and he knew what the hell he was doing. Each stroke drove her deeper into the swirl of heat and sensation and oh-so-damn-good-she-couldn’t-think. She might have moaned. Someone moaned, anyway.

She couldn’t keep track of who. Couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but lie there and let him set every last inch of her on fire with his clever tongue and talented fingers. Until she had her fingers buried in his dark hair and was calling out his name as she came.

Lucas stayed where he was a moment or two then pressed a final kiss and rolled away. She heard a crinkle of foil but was still too floaty and buzzed to think much more than Oh good, condom.

When she finally managed to catch her breath and a thread of sanity, he was poised above her, his cock pressed hard against her, sending off a second mini shock wave.

The fuzziness receded as hunger for him took over. “Star pupil,” she said, twining her arms around his neck. “What’s your next trick?”

“This,” he said and buried himself inside her with one long slow thrust.

Lucas Angelo is inside me, she thought for one wild minute, and then he bent to kiss her and started to move and once again all rational thought fled. Her legs wrapped around him, hooking above those slow driving hips, pulling him closer. Closer still.

She wanted to crawl inside him. Or have him crawl deeper still inside her, she wasn’t sure which.

Just knew that she wanted to stay here a very long time, riding the dark with Lucas and maybe never, ever leaving this bed again.

“Lucas,” she said and he kissed her again. Deep sure kisses that matched the rhythm they’d settled on. Kisses that felt both new and familiar, like she’d spent a long time kissing him in her dreams, or a prior life, or something that meant that she knew the taste and feel of him and felt like he knew her, too.

Each thrust stole her breath and each kiss gave it back to her. And the pressure started to build again and she started to move more fiercely beneath him, arching and retreating, closer and … “More,” she whispered. “More…”

It grew faster then. And deeper. Wilder. She wanted to tell him something but try as she might she couldn’t gather her thoughts to figure out exactly what. “More,” she managed again until more was suddenly too much and she dissolved again and spiraled away into pleasure.

It took her a moment to figure out exactly where she was. And what had woken her. Then she heard it again. The buzzing. Her phone doing a little vibrating tango under her pillow.

She rolled over and realized she was naked. And that there was a naked man beside her. Lucas Angelo.

It all flooded back. All that sex. They hadn’t been able to stop touching each other. Which resulted in all that very good sex, which, as she remembered, made her body buzz as happily as her phone.

The phone.

Damn. Who was calling her at whatever ridiculous hour this was? Surely it was too early for Viv to be checking on her? She reached out and grabbed the phone off the bedside table and peered at the time. Five a.m.

Too early.

But Ellen—and it was apparently Ellen unless her caller ID was lying to her—wouldn’t be calling her if it wasn’t important.

She slipped out of bed, holding her breath, hoping that Lucas wouldn’t wake because really, how to deal with the very hot guy who’d given her several memorable orgasms during the night when they’d agreed this was just for one night was not something she was ready to figure out.

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