Page 2 of Fallen Angel
“What do you want?” he snapped again.
Her gaze jumped from his hard, naked body to his blue eyes now shadowed beneath his deep scowl. She smiled sweetly, clasping tightly to her usual calm. “I came to make a neighborly call,” she purred, taking a step closer. She was not afraid of the anger that flashed in his eyes. She was too drawn to his raw masculinity to even consider being afraid. She held out a plate of soft chocolate chip cookies, freshly baked by her maid that morning. “My name is Natasha. My boyfriend just bought the house halfway down the mountain.” She thrust the plate beneath his nose. “I baked you some cookies.”
He made no move to take the cookies. Instead, his eyes roamed over her whole body. Thrusting her chest out, she savored his touchless caress and moved Minky off to the side so that he could see her tan, tight stomach in her half shirt. She stepped her legs apart, knowing her fitted leggings showed off her curves.
“My boyfriend works in the city all week long,” she said before licking her bottom lip. “He bought this house and stuck me out in the middle of nowhere to keep me out of trouble.” She chewed her lip while she stared boldly at his hard arousal. “But I seem to find trouble no matter where I am.” She locked eyes with him again. “Like my cookies, you are too delicious not to sample.”
She gasped as he grabbed the cookies from her hand. The plate and cookies hit the ground and shattered. She knelt and let Minky scurry into the house the instant before he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. Then he slammed the door and thrust her against it.
“Are you sure you want to do this,” he growled.
“God, yes,” she cried.
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Ethan needed a release, and it was as if the universe had offered up Natasha on a plate of cookies for him to enjoy. He pinned her arms above her head and seized her lips in a hard, furious kiss. She groaned, her tongue stroking his with a fury all her own. He released her arms, and they twined around his neck with surprising strength. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest. He stroked his hands over her sleek body, and her kiss intensified. She tasted like oranges and smelled like vanilla. His mouth left hers as he swept her cropped shirt over her head, revealing her proud curves. Hungrily, he tasted and teased. Soft moans reached his ears. He flipped her around and eased her leggings over her hips before plucking her G-string like a guitar.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and crossed to the table near his distressed leather sofa and pulled a condom from the drawer. He returned to where she waited for him, hands flattened against the door, her ass raised in the air, and her legs parted.
He slipped on the condom. “Open wider for me.”
She stepped free from her leggings and panties and spread her legs wide. He gripped her hips and penetrated her, achingly slow.
“Oh God,” she groaned.
He pulled out almost all the way, and then slowly thrust again and then again and again, each thrust increasing in intensity, harder and faster.
Her little grunts and moans grew louder. Her body trembled. He turned her around and picked her up, her legs encircling his waist.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begged.
He buried himself deep inside her. She clung to him, while he filled her again and again. He held nothing back, none of his fury.
“Yes,” she screamed.
His heart pounded. Pressure was building, rising, aching for release. His body seized. He shuddered as pain and pleasure poured out of him.
He gripped her hips and rested his head against the door, breathing hard.
When his heartbeat slowed, he set her feet down and took a step back. “Nice to meet you. The bathroom is down the hall. Help yourself to anything you need. You’ll have to let yourself out. I’m late.” He turned on his heel and headed toward the stairs.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she called after him.
He didn’t look back. His new neighbor, his dream, and his anger were already forgotten. His latest bike was supposed to be finished today, which meant he had to go into the city.
