Page 123 of Never Fall for an Angel

“You know, when you growl it at me, it doesn’t sound like it’s going to be much fun.”

I pull her to a stop at the first item on the list. Cotton candy. I’ve never cared for it, but it’s on the list, so it has to be done. I pay the man and hand her the cone, which she eyes like it’s made of kryptonite.

“I thought this was a myth,” she chuckles, and I grit my teeth, leading her away from the vendor.

“Try it.”

“How?”

I pull her to a stop in the line for the Ferris wheel, rip a piece of the sugary fluff off, and hold it in front of her mouth.

“Open.”

She eyes me, and I fully expect her to deny me, but to my surprise, she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out and allowing me to place the ball of baby pink fluff on her tongue. My fingers graze the warmth of her mouth, and my cock pulses against my zipper when she closes her lips around my fingers, sucking off the sugary sweetness as it dissolves on her tongue.

“Mmm . . .” she moans, her lips vibrating around my fingers when I slowly slip them from her lips.

Christ, she’s going to be the fucking death of me. Death by permanent fucking hard-on.

I grab another bundle, raising my fingers back to her lips, and, this time, there’s no hesitation in her gaze when she opens for me. My gaze darkens at the flicker of lust in those pretty gray eyes, and I let out a quiet groan under my breath.

“Suck,” I murmur, my voice little more than a growl.

She hollows out her cheeks, another soft little moan slipping from her lips when I press my fingers deeper into her mouth, needing to know how it would feel if it were my cock she was sucking like a popsicle.

“Good fucking girl,” I praise quietly, my other hand holding her cheek. Fuck, I want to taste her. Slip my tongue through the sweetness in her mouth from both the cotton candy and her.

I press into her, my front against hers, and every soft curve of her molds against my hard ridges. Her eyes widen and I think she might actually let me.

Fuck, I’m so hard right now.

“Excuse me?”

You ever hear a noise and just fuckingknow, if you had to listen to it all day, every day, you’d pitch yourself off the highest fucking building you could find?

A woman a few feet away glares, her arms crossed over her chest, and her hip jutted out in attitude. I half expect her to tap her foot as she glares at me.

Oh, goody.

I cock a brow at her but don’t step back from Mila even when she places her hand on my stomach, her palm dangerously close to my cock.

“There are kids here.”

She’s right. There are plenty of kids here. There’s also no law that states I can’t kiss my woman in public.

“Plenty of—”

“Christian,” Mila cuts me off, placing her hands on my chest. I release her and step back with a smirk at the woman over her head. “We’re very sorry,” Mila says, her cheeks flaming red before she turns over her shoulder and shoots me a look when Supermom walks away in a huff. “That was bad.”

I press my lips to her ear, breathing in her sweet scent. Fuck, I have no control when I’m with her. “That was nothing, sweetheart.”

I turn her around and pull her back against my front. I lean into her like we’re any other loving couple when in reality, I’m enjoying seeing how far I can push her until she breaks for me. Until she’s a shaking, needy mess begging me to fuck her.

The dressing room comes to mind. Her grinding her hips against my hand desperately. Practically begging me to fuck her right there.

Fuck, pressing against her as right now, I want to rock my hips against her ass, but I don’t. This is still new to her, and as much as I love pushing her past her limits, I want her to be comfortable while I do.

So, I decided to tease her instead.

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