Page 33 of Her Avenging Angel

“Something sure feels hard.” She bumped her belly against him, knowing she was hitting where his cock strained against his jeans.

He scowled at her. That one simple expression trying to tell her he was being serious and didn’t appreciate her flippancy. “Be serious with me, little one, just for a minute. This is important.” His gaze seemed to bore into hers.

“All right.” She sobered. “I get what you’re saying and I appreciate it. I don’t know how I’ll react until I’m in the moment, but if I have anything that bothers me, I’ll let you know.”

“Promise?” His gaze never left hers.

She stared back for a few seconds, wondering if he was too good to be true. “Promise.”

“Good. I can’t wait to see how you taste.” He used both hands on her ass to pick her up and carry her to the bed.

Taylynn couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of her. She didn’t think anyone had ever been like this, so eager to pay attention to her, to make her feel good, that they carried her. Or at least that they cared about how she felt while they carried her. There had been several times— No. She cut off that line of thinking before it could go any farther.

That was then. That was before and she wasn’t there now. She was here. With Raven standing in front of her, devouring her with his eyes. That was what mattered. This moment and the man in front of her was all that mattered.

“You still with me, little one?” His voice was tender.

“I’m here. My mind tried to take off with me, but it wasn’t anything you did. Just my brain being its usual ornery self.” She grabbed the hem of her shirt and peeled it over her head, hoping that revealing that she wore nothing under the shirt would take his mind back where she wanted it. To remind him what he’d been about to do.

“You are beautiful, little one.” He dropped to his knees, cupped one breast and lifted it to his lips.

Heat raced through her. Her back bowed, pressing closer to him and silently begging for more. Ready to get things moving again, she grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and dragged him with her as she backed up until her legs hit the edge of her bed.

“I’m ready for this,” she whispered against his lips before stretching up to brush her mouth across his. She wondered what it would take to get him back to where he’d been before her little moment. He’d said something about her taste, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he meant what she thought. No one had ever done that to her before and she didn’t know if she’d like it. “What did you mean by can’t wait to taste me?” She hoped the simple question would put his mind back where she wanted it.

He scowled for a moment then his eyes went wide as it dawned on him what she meant.

“No worries, little one. I’ll show you.” His hand went to the waistband of her jeans. “You ready to get rid of these?”

Taylynn didn’t hesitate to drop her hands in order to unbutton her jeans and shove them off her hips, taking her underwear with them. Everything he’d done so far had felt amazing and she couldn’t wait to find out if this was all it was hyped to be.

“Little one,” Raven chuckled. “You need to take your boots of before the jeans or they’ll never come off. Here, sit down and I’ll take care of them for you.” He eased her down onto the edge of the bed, then sat on his heels and lifted one foot. Resting it on his leg, he made short work of undoing her laces and pulling it off her foot. Setting that aside, he repeated the process with her other boot, then, tugging on the hems of both legs at the same time, pulled her pants off and tossed them to the side. He braced his hands on the bed on either side of her hips, then went to his knees and looked up her body, meeting her gaze.

“Remember, you can stop me any time by just saying no. I don’t want to scare or hurt you in anyway. Got it?” He waited for her to nod, then continued. “Lay back. I’ve been wanting to do this forever.”

Butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach as she wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but she did as he asked. Leaning back onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows so she could watch him. Not because she didn’t trust him, but because she wanted to see it.

“Relax, little one, you’re going to like this.”

---