Page 32 of Her Avenging Angel

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Can I take these foryou?” Hunter’s voice pulled Taylynn’s attention from Raven and the scene she’d watched off and on since it started with two Angels and one of the mamas.

“Yeah, I’m done,” she said. “Thank you for that. It was excellent and exactly what I was looking for.”

“No problem. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Can I get you fresh drinks while I’m here?”

“Just water please,” she said.

“Same for me,” Raven put in.

Hunter pulled two bottles from the cooler and set them in front of them before taking her plate, as well as Raven’s, and carrying them into the kitchen.

She’d been sitting there, thinking about Raven and what he’d shown her or rather had her feel earlier. That he wanted her. She still had a hard time wrapping her mind around that. Not that she didn’t want anything, but she’d thought that knowing what she’d been to the Demons, that he wouldn’t want her. He’d seen all her wounds, some of which were scars now. To think he still wanted her, wanted to touch her, knowing what she’d done, and how she’d been used, was still a surprise to her.

Was she ready for something like that? Yeah, she’d been thinking about him, wondering what it would be like if he touched her, if he were interested in her, but now that she knew he was, was she ready? Was she willing to try? If he was willing to try with her, to be understanding, she thought she was.

She slid off the stool, landing on her feet she reached for her water then turned to Raven, picked up his hand off the bar and tugged at it.

“What’s up, little one?”

She licked her lips, swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat and looked up at him. “I thought you might like to go in the other room and do something about that thing you showed me earlier.” She glanced down at his jeans, then away, wondering if he’d understand or if she needed to be more obvious.

“Only if you want to.”

She took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I’d like to try.”

He slid off his stool and followed. She led him down the hall but stopped outside her bedroom door.

“I don’t have any condoms. And after everything, I don’t know if I’m safe.”

“Give me just a sec.” He went to the closet down the hall where she knew bedding was kept, opened the door and grabbed something, then came back to where she still stood waiting for him. “We’re all set now.” He opened his hand to show her a handful of condoms in what looked like a variety of colors and possibly flavors, too, but she didn’t look that close. Instead, she opened the door and pushed inside, grabbing a fist full of his t-shirt and pulling him in with her.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked as soon as they were in the room, the door still swinging shut where he’d kicked it shut.

She stretched up, hooking an arm around his neck to pull him down and brushed her lips across his.

“Sweet Jesus.” He covered her mouth in a searing kiss that made her toes curl, and her mind go blank. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed like that, if ever.

Taylynn lost track of time. Everything seemed to disappear but the two of them. The sounds of the party starting to ramp up, the knowledge of at least a dozen men on the other side of that door, the clubhouse, the rest of the club. All that mattered was the two of them, right here, right now.

His tongue tangled with hers, his hand cupping the back of her head as he angled her face so he could get a better taste of her. She pulled away the arm she’d hooked around his neck and smoothed her hand along his face, cupping his jaw for a moment before continuing to trail it down his neck and torso until she reached the waistband of his jeans.

She tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against hers. She needed to feel his strength, his control.

She didn’t know how long they’d been standing there, his back against her bedroom door when he lifted his head and stared down at her for what seemed like minutes but was likely no longer than a few seconds.

“Little one, I want to do this right.” Raven’s voice had gone even deeper than normal, and husky with desire.

“You’re doing fine so far.” She tried to stretch up and resume kissing him, but he shook his head.

“Not yet. There are things I need to say.”

The serious look on his face, despite the way his hands on her hips held her close enough to feel his erection pressing into her belly told her he was determined to get this out. Seeing she wasn’t going to convince him to get on with it, she dropped down onto the flat of her feet and looked up at him, waiting.

“I want to do this right. I want you to be sure this is what you want, not just what you think I expect.” He lifted one hand and smoothed the back of his fingers along her cheek. “I want to make sure it’s as good for you as it is for me, if not better. You’re in charge, little one. You don’t like something, I want you to say so. If something isn’t working for you or is bringing back memories, don’t ignore it. All it will take will be one word from you. I’ll stop everything, no hard feelings.”

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