Page 48 of Beg Me Angel

Chapter Thirteen

Vera

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Rolling to my side, my hand fell onto an empty pillow. Opening my eyes, Pax wasn't laying beside me, his spot was vacant and ice cold.

Pushing myself up, I rubbed my eyes and shivered. The room was freezing, making my lungs hurt as I breathed. Wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I bundled myself up and walked to the door.

My inner thighs ached, a good ache for a change. The slight pain made me forget all the other bumps and bruises I had been suffering, bringing a smile to my face.

I could still feel the weight of his hips on my thighs, the scent of sex still rolled around my body as my sensitive button throbbed with the memory of what had happened.

I can't believe I did that.

Dragging my fingers through my hair, a smirk settled nicely across my lips. I didn't regret what had happened, I was just surprised at how easy it was for me to give myself to a man I barely knew.

But in a way, I didn't feel like he was a stranger. I felt like I knew him, like I've known him all my life. I couldn't put into words the reason why or how, it just was.

I never coveted my virginity as some grandiose trophy I would only give to a man who took my breath away.

If I was being honest, it was actually the complete opposite. I wanted to have sex, I wanted to experience the high that came when your body exploded and lost all sense of its surroundings.

Pax gave me that, he let me feel free of the torment my brain was experiencing, and that freedom was absolutely unforgettable.

There was no debate inside my head as to whether it was the right decision or not, no oppressive shame about sleeping with him.

For all the words I could use to describe what I felt, I only had three;it felt right.

Pax had been my savior, he had dubbed me his angel, there had to be solace in that. I had always been taught that things happened for a reason and I was starting to think that fate had a twisted sense of humor.

Fate had given me pain in exchange for pleasure. Fate had decided to sit back and laugh in my face while I found happiness in the new world it dropped me into.

I was changed.

Opening the door, the welcomed rush of heat from the fire fanned my face, instantly warming me up. Taking small quick steps to the blistering inferno, I held my hands out, calling the warmth into my blanket.

“Morning, Angel, feel any better today?” Pax was in the kitchen, blowing out a match he had just used to light the small propane stove.

Grinning, my cheeks blushed as the image of him naked floated into my head. “Maybe,” I said giggling, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I felt giddy as my body tingled from the sound of his voice, the deep tone hit me in the center of my chest, forcing the air to skip out of my lungs.

“I like maybes.” His lips turned up as the butter he dropped in the pan bubbled and sizzled.

The loud snaps rang out as my stomach grumbled, ready to eat a real meal. “What are you making?” Stepping to the counter, I leaned over his shoulder and tried to see what he was doing.

“Uh uh, it's a surprise.”

“Come on, that's not fair.” Pinching his shirt, I pulled it out and let it snap back against his ribs.

Setting the butter to the side, Pax wrapped his bear-sized hands around my shoulders and walked me back into the living room. “You sit here, warm up, and I'll have breakfast done in a few minutes.”

“You don't play fair, you know that?”

“I never said I did.” His feet thudded against the wood as he made his way back into the kitchen. “If I remember correctly, I think I said I make the rules.”

“Smart ass.” I couldn't stop my mouth from smiling, it was stuck in place, curving painfully to my ears.

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