Page 207 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Why would you want to?” I ask, not to drive her away, but to understand.

Her lips tip up at the corners, her soft smile going straight to my cock.

“Because maybe I’ve always been in this as deep as you have. You just couldn’t see it.”

Her hands slip over me. Down my arms and back. Up to my chest and over my heart that I know is beating fast.

Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes slipping from mine down to my lips and back.

“You once told me we’ve all got demons,” she says softly. “But I don’t want to think about them tonight. All that matters is us right now. Not my past or your past. I just want to be with you.”

Fucking hell, how is this girl real?

A tear slips down her cheek, and leaning forward, I capture it with the barest brush of my lips. She tilts her face toward me, and I take the bait, closing the distance between us and

Our breathing grows shallow as the kiss starts out soft, bleeding into something desperate and hungry.

Lifting her, her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her back to our bed, laying her on the sheets.

“So fucking perfect,” I murmur against her skin, kissing over the flat planes of her stomach and then moving higher, slipping her shirt off as I go.

I strip her bare and take my time worshiping every scar, every curve and mark on her body that she finds so unappealing, but I find absolutely addicting.

“Please, Christian?” she begs, desperately trying to get me closer when I run my lips over her inner thigh, not touching her pussy where she wants me.

I’ve never been a man who makes love. It always seemed . . . boring to me. Now, with her underneath me, I know even if we’re taking each other to the brink of insanity, it’s never been just sex with her.

She moans into my mouth when I toss my clothes to the floor and settle over her. I drag my lips up the smooth column of her throat, to her lips, and my chest feels like it’s going to explode when I push inside her, a rough groan rumbling through me.

“Christian . . .” she whimpers when I take her slow, as deep as I can, feeling every inch of her clench around me.

Fuck, it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

“Shhh . . .” I breathe against her lips, giving her everything we’ve both been asking for and fucking her slow and rough, my groin brushing her clit with every pass.

Her legs wrap around my hips, her arms holding me tightly as if she can’t bear the thought of losing me and I don’t stop, even after both of us comes.

“I love you,” she breathes against my lips, and a growl reverberates through me.

Neither of us has said it since the day we moved into this house. It’s been a no-fly zone since. Both of us tip-toeing around the phrase like it’s an armed nuke.

“Fuck, I love you.”

I want to tell her to stay. To give us a chance. That even if I’ve fucked up every step of the way, I want to be a better man for her. I want that little bakery she dreamed about. The kids running around the yard, and the quiet evenings at home nestled under the fire while the snow falls outside.

I want all that and more. Fuck, I want everything, but who knows when this shit will end. When we’re free of the past and can move on to our future.

So I tell her with my body what I can’t say with my lips. Stay. Live a life worth living with me.

Whether it lasts a minute or a lifetime is inconsequential. I don’t give a fuck how much time we have.

I want to spend it right here.

“Did you buy another house?” Mila asks when I lead her out into our garage after dinner.

She stops short when she sees the black SUV sitting in our garage. Coincidentally, it’s the same one she showed me a few months ago when I asked her what vehicle she’d pick if money weren’t an issue.

“You tricked me.”

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