I pushed out of the bathroom, my intent to get some clothes out of my closet, but the moment I stepped out, I froze. My gaze landed on someone laying on my bed—though, once she saw me walk out, she hurriedly sat up.

Speaking of my angel.

I walked toward the bed, asking, “What’s going on?” My bedroom door was closed, meaning she’d snuck in whileI was in the bathroom. How long had she been in here? And, for that matter, what was she doing in here?

“Um, nothing, I just…” She sat at the foot of the bed, watching as I approached her, her words failing her when she let her gaze drop to my chest.

Oh, right. I was wearing a towel and nothing else. Maybe I should put some clothes on.

I turned away from her, walking to my closet. “Let me get dressed.” I was always down to spend some time with her, and when it was just us… let’s just say I enjoyed those times the most.

Nothing against the guys, but it’s nice to have some one-on-one time with Angel.

Angel must’ve slipped off my bed and ran for me, because by the time I reached my closet door in the opposite end of the room, she’d reached me. I had a hand on the handle the exact same moment she placed a tentative hand on my arm to stop me. “No, wait,” she whispered, and those two words, combined with the way she touched me, stopped me dead in my tracks.

I was slow in turning toward her, and when I did, I found she stood close, her head angled back, her blue eyes wide. God, those eyes of hers… I didn’t think I’d ever seen a bluer pair. They were gorgeous.

Something in my lower half stirred when she didn’t take her hand off my arm, when neither of us could look away. Neither of us said anything more, and what felt like an eternity passed.

She swallowed. Hard. And then she took her hand off my arm, letting it fall to her side. “I… I want—” She couldn’t finish, but the way her stare held mine told me enough.

My heart was a drum in my chest, beating so hard I could hear it, let alone feel the blood starting to pump a little faster throughout my body. “You want,” I paused, my fingers twitching, “what?”

I needed her to say it, just to be one hundred percent sure this wasn’t in my head, that I wasn’t picking up signs that weren’t there. I never wanted to push her, force her into something she didn’t want. If she wanted it, she had to say it.

And once it was said, it’d be all over for me.

Who was I trying to kid? It was already over. It’d been over for me from the first moment I’d seen her. Deep down, a part of me had known it, and when I’d found out she’d known who I was all along and hadn’t forgotten me, that feeling had only been reinforced.

Angel swallowed again. After, something in her changed, and she pushed past the hesitancy to say, “I want you.” Just three words, three words that, in retrospect, might mean nothing compared to the I-love-yous we’d shared earlier, but in this moment, those three words meant everything.

She barely got the words out before I brought my hands to her head, tangling my fingers in her hair and bringing hercloser to me. I angled my head down and crashed my lips to hers, kissing her so hard and so fast my head spun.

God, I wanted this girl so freaking bad, I couldn’t think straight. How the hell had I lasted this long without her? How in the world had I survived pretending I didn’t know her just because I was hurt she didn’t remember me? What a fool I’d been. What wasted time.

Neither of us said a word more. We couldn’t. If we did, we’d have to tear our mouth off the other, and that would be a crime in and of itself. No, the time for words had passed. Now was a time of action.

Tasting her sweet, soft lips on mine, I pushed her body back toward my bed. Small, baby steps. When we reached the side of my bed, my hands dropped to the bottom hem of her shirt, and I had to take my mouth off hers to help lift it up and over her head. I dropped it to the floor beside us, meeting her eyes once more.

The way she looked at me, fuck, it made me feel something. No, more like made me feeleverything. Angel looked up at me like I was the world and she was just now discovering its wonders.

My mouth met hers again, and this time she moaned into the kiss. I swallowed up the sound, feeling it in my core. My lower half had started to stir the very second I’d realized what she wanted, and I’d be a liar if I said I was taking my time.

No, I couldn’t take my time when I was going crazy not having her. Slow and steady could win a future race. Thisone had to be won by getting this girl naked and in my bed as quickly as possible.

My hands slipped behind her back and found the clasp of her bra. At least I was able to take off her damned bra without taking my mouth off hers; it’d physically hurt to stop kissing those lips right now.

Her bra fell away, and I wrapped my arms around her lower back and hoisted her up, lifting her up and onto my bed and sitting her on the edge. My fingers dropped to her waist, hooking into her leggings. I tore them off as much as I could without pulling my mouth off hers, and then I had to jerk my body away from hers to finish taking them off.

And then… God, and then she was in front of me, sitting on my bed, her legs draping off the side of it, completely naked.

She was more than gorgeous. She was unbelievably sexy, her cheeks already flushed, pupils dilated with desire. Her full lips were parted, and she panted—and with every pant, that immaculate chest of hers rose and fell, drawing my gaze.

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

If my cock wasn’t already hard as a rock beneath my towel, it’d be now. Staring at her naked figure, you couldn’t not want her. Wanting to have her, wanting to claim her, wanting to feel her body beneath yours… no guy in their right mind wouldn’t want that when faced with Angel.

Angel leaned forward as she outstretched an arm. It took me a moment to realize she wasn’t reaching for me;she was going for my towel, and once her fingertips brushed against it, she yanked it loose. The towel cascaded off me, forgotten as it fell to the floor, my hard length exposed for both of us to see.