Page 121 of Tangled In Lies

“You haven’t . . . all these years?”

It’s hard to bring up that time in his life. Regardless of how things happened, the fact they did happen will never change.

He rakes a hand through his hair. “No.”

“Me neither.” The confession slips out of my mouthbefore I think it through. I’m not sure I wanted him to know, but I can’t take it back now.

To say he seems shocked is an understatement. “You didn’t have sex the entire time I was gone?”

I shake my head, my lungs constricting. “I was too afraid something might happen to the person I got involved with.”

“Angel.” He pushes me back to the mattress and blankets me with his body. And then, he just holds me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him as close as possible. Soaking in his warmth.

When I worry I might suffocate him, I lose my death grip.

He looks at me in a way no one besides him ever has. Like I’m something precious, something to be marveled at. For the first time, I feel cherished. I feel beautiful. I feel wanted.

My pulse quickens, and I whisper, “Kiss me.”

He swallows loudly. And then he’s right where I want him.

His lips are soft against mine as we both savor the contact. When his tongue enters my mouth, it’s unhurried and gentle. This is, without a doubt, the most reverent kiss I’ve ever experienced, and against all odds, I hope it won’t be my last.

Never being kissed again the way Phoenix kisses me right now would be an utter tragedy.

Despite my loud protests, he withdraws from my lips. I tilt my head to the side, exposing my neck like an offering. Unable to keep my eyes open, I close them and just feel. His lips slide down my throat and collarbone until he devours my breasts with the same detailed attention he did earlier. My entire body buzzes.

One hand rolls my nipple. A shot straight to my core. Hedescends farther, circling my belly button. Nipping at my underwear.

“Lift your hips for me, Angel.”

And I do, openly watching him. He grasps the corner of the lacy material and drags them off so slowly, I want to scream.

“Now open your legs and show me that perfect pussy.”

I obey and he groans in response, not waiting for a single heartbeat. He lowers himself on the mattress and licks me once from my entrance to my clit.

I bow off the bed, moving against his mouth as he sucks on my tight bundle of nerves. Something akin to static electricity blasts through my entire body.

“Oh my God.”

Fragments of an impending orgasm light up everywhere while he continues to test what I like, using his lips, tongue, and teeth in ways I didn’t know were possible. He adds one finger, then two, pumping in and out of me. Rubbing that mysterious spot inside me I’ve only ever read about in books. And I’m done. I can’t hold on any longer, my world exploding into a thousand sparks.

“Phoenix.” I come with his name on my lips and a moan so loud, I’m not sure I can ever face anyone in this house again.

He pulls his attention away from my clit and kisses every inch of surrounding skin, lazily working his way back up my oversensitive body. I want to crush him to me, tell him to hurry, but I don’t think I have enough energy left.

He’s finally within reach, and I grab for him. Our lips touch in a searing kiss, and I taste myself on him.

“I want you inside me right now.” I wrap my legs around his hips and push with the bit of strength that’s left.

I gasp when his head slides in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Phoenix stares at me with a painful expression. “I need . . . fuck . . . condom. I’ve never?—”

I swallow. “I’m on the pill. So if you’re okay with it, I’m?—”

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