Page 45 of Angel Eyes

I slammed the door behind us.

“Anything you don’t like, you tell me, okay?”

I laid her on the couch, my hands shaking with the need to touch her everywhere at once. She nodded, the pulse point in her neck fluttering as her fingers unfastened the button of my jeans. She shoved them down along with my boxer briefs, pulling me free in one fluid motion, and her eyelids lowered to half-mast as she stared down at my hardened flesh.

Slowly, she closed her hand around it, giving me a tentative stroke, her eyes lifting to mine for reassurance. I dipped my head in a nod, barely able to take a full breath at the euphoria of having Juliet’s hand wrapped around my cock. Tightening her grip, she stroked me again, moving from base to tip, and I buried my teeth in my lip when she swiped her thumb over the swollen head.

Goddamn. If she kept this up, she would bring me to my end before we even got started.

“You have to slow down.” I brought her fingers to my mouth, pressing a kiss against them. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”

A shy smile feathered across her lips, and my heart barreled into my sternum at the warmth in her eyes, the skin beneath her freckles tinting with a rosy hue.

How had I found this gorgeous girl? Beautiful and brave and perfect in every way that mattered.

And not yours. I frowned at the unwelcome intrusion of my subconscious. Just friends, no expectations.

Why did the idea of that suddenly make me feel cold all over?

I brought her mouth to mine again, the heat of it chasing away the chill. Our tongues and teeth clashed as we consumed each other, and her fingers found the edge of my shirt, pulling it up over my head as I made quick work of her dress, dragging it off her body.

Breaking the kiss, my eyes raked over her simple beige bra and panties.

She looked down at herself, a blush rising in her cheeks. “I know my underwear isn’t very sexy. I could get something better, some lingerie or—”

“You’re perfect.” I didn’t give a fuck about lingerie. I just wanted her.

“Are you sure?” She stared up at me, her green eyes gleaming like a sun-drenched meadow, and I trailed a finger up the slender line of her jaw, tracing the shell of her ear.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

If she only knew how the image of her in the underwear she’d worn on the day we met—the ones with the pink hearts—was permanently etched in my mind. How the memory of her on her knees, her skirt riding up and those pretty panties on display, had fueled every single one of my fantasies since. At first, I’d felt guilty, but, dammit, if I didn’t have the best orgasms of my life as I gripped myself in the shower thinking about her in them.

I skimmed a hand along her collarbone, and then lower, brushing a thumb over one taut peak before sliding a finger under her bra strap. “I want this off,” I said thickly, and a strangled noise worked its way up my throat as she unhooked the front clasp, baring her naked flesh.

I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

With a groan, I cupped her gently, dragging my tongue up the hollow between her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps over her skin. Rolling one stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I lowered my head to capture the other with my mouth, brushing my tongue over it, my cock growing heavy at the sound of her breathy pants.

Hooking a finger in her panties, I parted her soft folds, finding her soaked. “Juliet, you are so ready.” I rested my forehead on hers. “Open up for me, beautiful.”

I dragged two fingers through her wetness before pushing them into her sex, and I nearly came when she clenched around them. She was so fucking tight. My lips found the base of her throat, and I pressed gentle kisses there as she whimpered, her hips bucking as she rode my fingers.

She was close, I could tell.

And, fuck, so was I.

“Gabriel,” she panted, her nails digging into my back, “I need you inside me.”

The air stilled in my lungs as I looked at her, her soft lashes drawn down, resting on flushed cheeks. I hesitated, the question of whether she was sure balancing on my tongue. But then she met my gaze, her eyes coated with unmistakable desire, and I swallowed the words, hitching up her thighs as I lined myself up with her slick entrance.

“Please, Gabriel. Now.”

I almost took her in one swift thrust, all hope of taking things slow retreating at the prospect of having her wrapped around me like a vise, knowing she would fit me just right. But before I could claim her, a horrible realization crashed over me, and I swore under my breath.

“What’s wrong?”

I pressed my eyes shut. “I don’t have a condom.”

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