Page 41 of Lone Star Secrets

He pulled her back down to her and didn’t waste any time going after the newly naked parts of her. Angel managed to land a kiss in the center of all that heat.

Another explosion of pleasure, this one even more intense. And Mia had to grit her teeth not to just give in to it and let the climax consume her.

She turned the tables on him by moving away and going after his zipper again. This time, she succeeded in getting it down. Succeeded, too, thanks to some help from Angel, in getting off his jeans and boxers.

He was huge and hard and ready, and she might have done a little payback by kissing his erection, but Angel clearly had other ideas. He got on the condom and pulled her down on top of him. All in all, she landed in a very good spot.

Straddling him.

And with her center pressed against the long, hard length of him.

Their gazes met. Held. And it was like stepping back in time to that moment when they’d first become lovers. But this was better. So much better. There was no jolt of pain from losing her virginity to him.

Only the pleasure.

When he pushed inside her.

Her breath vanished. She thought maybe her heart skipped a beat or two. And she knew something this intense couldn’t last. No. There was too much need. Too much urgency. They’d gone way too long without having each other.

So, she had him.

Mia rode him fast and hard. Taking him deep inside her. Building this already out of control fire. Taking and giving with each stroke. Driving them to the only place either of them wanted to go.

When she felt the climax roar through her, she leaned down, capturing his mouth, and she took Angel on that hot, deep ride right along with her.

----- ? ----

Chapter Fifteen

----- ? ----

Angel stepped from the shower, feeling a hell of a lot more relaxed than he had in a long time. Then again, it’d been a long time since he’d had Mia in his bed, and apparently, she was the cure for the tension he’d been carrying.

The sex had been amazing. So had the time afterwards when they’d slept some more, followed by some lounging around in a bed until the sun had come up.

That’d been followed by another round of sex.

It’d been equally amazing, but it had come to an end because they both needed to get up, get dressed, and dive back into the investigation.

Because there was a killer still a loose.

A killer who might hire more thugs like the two that Angel had killed the day before. Those two were definitely out of the picture, but until they learned who’d aimed those assholes at Melanie, RJ, Mia, and him, they were all treading dangerous waters.

Maybe Birdie, too.

Well, unless Roger had been the person who’d hired McBride and Crawford. If Roger had indeed done that, then he would make sure Birdie was safe. It would also point to Birdie having been Kenton’s killer if Roger was indeed going to these lengths to make sure no one could incriminate her.

He toweled off, glancing through the reports that he’d had loaded on the monitor in the bathroom, and he took in the scent of coffee, bacon, and some kind of bread. Obviously, Mia had finished the work she’d needed to do and was making breakfast.

The work was the reason they hadn’t showered together. She’d gotten some paperwork from her boss that she had needed to take care of, and while the heat often made them do stupid things, both of them knew that if they got into the shower together that they’d have more sex. While that very much appealed to his body, Angel had known it was time to focus on work.

There was nothing in the reports that he hadn’t already read. There were still no other links between McBride and Crawford and anyone else connected to Kenton. However, the cops had verified with Melanie’s foster parent friend that Melanie had indeed visited while the then teenagers had been there. And the friend recalled something else.

That Melanie had taken McBride’s cell number because he’d expressed an interest in doing some yard work for him to earn extra money. Melanie had then recalled phoning McBride once but claimed they’d never been able to work out a date and time for him to do the work.

That contact, even though it was just one call, didn’t look good for Melanie. So did the fact that she’d been in a physical altercation with Kenton on the night he’d likely been killed. And then, there was the biggie. She hadn’t volunteered to the cops that she was Kenton’s birth mother.

All of that led to one big assed mess for Melanie, and while it twisted at him to even consider it, Angel figured it was enough for the cops to issue a warrant for her arrest.

---