Page 118 of Tangled In Lies

Kiss.

“So brave.”

Kiss.

“And strong.”

I can’t stop touching her, can’t stop revering every wound and every scar.

This woman deserves to be worshiped.

I brush my hand down her back, finally making it to the zipper. Something like a whimper comes from her. I fix the zipper and pull it down her back tantalizingly slowly. Tracing every millimeter of freshly exposed skin. Until I feel the lace under my fingers. I continue, and then it’s right in front of my eyes as the zipper reaches its final destination at the top of her ass. It’s a black thong, and I wonder if it’s the same one she wore when I made her come on my lap.

Unable to help myself, I press a finger behind the top seam and brush it left and right, left and right.

“Phoenix.”

My name is a breathy whisper, snapping me out of my trance.

“Tell me to stop, Angel.”

Eve doesn’t answer. Instead, she lets go of the dress where she must have held it to her chest, and it falls to thefloor in a heap, leaving her to stand there in nothing but that damn black thong.

Shit.

How many times have I envisioned a scenario like this before? How often did I imagine peeling off her clothes when we were younger? Fantasized about her perfect round hips? Wanting to grab handfuls of her ass and show her beautiful tits the appreciation they deserve?

I still haven’t seen all of her, yet I already know she’s just as spectacular as I knew she would be.

My cock is so hard, precum leaks onto my pants.

She’s practically naked, within reach, and I’m still standing here like a prepubescent teenager who’s never seen a girl before.

And she’s allowing me to feast my eyes on her.

Angry thunder sounds outside, and I automatically step closer, bringing her backside flush to my front. There’s no hiding my cock now.

Eve moans low in her throat at the contact and leans back against me.

I’m holding on to my sanity by a bare thread. “Last chance, Angel. If you want me to stop, tell me now. I don’t think I can stop once I’ve touched you.”

“Don’t you dare stop.” Eve tilts her chin in a way that allows me my first real look at the swell of her full breasts, her nipples hard and begging for my attention.

“Thank fuck.”

I snap.

There’s only one thought in my head before my body takes over.

This woman is my undoing.

Always has been and always will be.

Once I have her, this will be it for me. I will not let her go ever again. I don’t think I could even if she asked me to.

My primal instincts quiet my mind.

I need to touch her. I need to feel her. I need to taste every inch of her. Mark her as mine.

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