Page 110 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

She actually laughed at that, the sound soft but genuine, and it warmed him more than he could have anticipated. He smiled, closing the last bit of distance between them.

“I want all of it,” he whispered, his voice dropping as he reached her. “And I want it all to bemine.”

By the time he finished speaking, he was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her nose scrunched adorably, her eyes misty with emotion, her expression soft despite the fire simmering beneath it all.

“Kiss me,” she breathed.

Angelo didn’t need to be told twice.

His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her in, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long. The effect was immediate—she moaned into his mouth, her hands rising to grip his shirt as his free hand snaked around her waist. He wanted to touch every inch of her, to map her skin with his hands, but he held himself back. He had promised to take his time.

The kiss was anything but gentle. It wasn’t soft, slow, or sweet. No, it was wild, desperate—like two forces of nature colliding in the middle of a storm.

It was the crash of waves against cliffs, the flicker of flames burning too hot, too fast. It was two souls dancing in the chaos of their desire, losing themselves in each other.

It was ice and fire, sun and moon, a push and pull so magnetic it threatened to consume them both. Angelo lost himself in the intensity of it, in the feeling of her lips, her breath, her body pressed against his. She was everything. Everything he wanted, everything he needed.

Angelo deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers in a familiar, passionate rhythm, a dance they hadn’t shared in far too long.His hand moved from her nape, sliding into her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back. The sound that escaped her throat—raw and needy—was one he wanted to etch into his memory forever.

With her neck exposed, he left her mouth, kissing his way down, slow and deliberate. His hand drifted from her waist upward, sliding toward her breast, and the soft moan she let out shot straight through him, tightening the ache between his legs. He was painfully hard, every second testing his self-control.

His lips trailed lower, meeting his hand in the middle as he pressed hungry kisses around her breast, his mouth teasing the sensitive skin just shy of her nipple. He wanted to devour her, to consume every inch of her until she was his entirely.

“Angelo, please,” she whimpered, her voice strained with need. Her plea nearly shattered his restraint. He almost abandoned his careful plan right then and there.Almost.

Jesus. I won’t survive this.

Swallowing hard, he tried to gather his resolve. “Patience, pet,” he murmured between kisses. His hands moved to adjust the pillows beneath her, ensuring she was comfortable. “Just lie back for me.”

Allison didn’t hesitate. She scooted back, settling in the middle of the bed, her eyes dark with desire as she reached for him again, pulling his face toward hers.

Angelo paused for a moment, taking her in. She was breathtaking, laid out before him like a vision of pure temptation. Her baby bump stood proudly between them, a symbol of the life they had created together. Her thighs, soft and inviting, were slightly parted, and her long, thick hair fanned out around her like a dark halo, framing her flushed face in a way that made her seem almost otherworldly.

She wasn’t just a woman—she was a goddess. And he, her devoted worshiper. The thought struck him hard and deep, aconviction settling over him like never before. His sole purpose from now on would be to honor her, to give her everything she deserved, to worship her body, her mind, her soul.

It felt right—being there at her feet, ready to offer her every pleasure. Slowly, he let his hands slide up her legs, his touch reverent, his gaze never leaving her.

He would spend a lifetime worshiping at her altar.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breathless.

Fuck, this woman will be the death of me.

“You beg so pretty,” he whispered against her lips, and then he kissed her again, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through him.

He never wanted to stop—her taste, her touch, the way her body responded to him was addictive. But he knew they couldn’t linger in this moment forever. He’d promised her more, and now it was time to deliver.

Angelo kissed his way down her jaw, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her neck, before his lips traveled back to her breasts. He knew she was more sensitive now, her pregnancy heightening every touch. But nothing could have prepared him for the sound she made when he wrapped his mouth around her nipple, his other hand teasing the opposite one. She arched off the bed, her body trembling beneath him, one hand fisting the sheets while the other tangled in his hair.

He was obsessed with every sound she made, every gasp and moan, every breath that quickened under his touch. He lavished attention on her, alternating between sucking, nipping, licking, and kissing each hardened nipple, savoring her reactions. He could’ve stayed like that for hours, but her next plea tore through him, raw and desperate.

“Please, Angelo,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “Touch me.”

Her words broke him. His restraint, hanging by a thread, snapped.

He had no objections. It had been too long since he’d tasted her cunt and he needed to make up for lost time. He continued his descent, kissing his way down her baby bump—because he loved it more than anything else on her, apart from her eyes. When he finally reached her warm, dripping pussy he took a moment to admire it because it trulyhadbeen too long.

Five fucking months too long.

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