Page 31 of Fallen Angel
She was completely naked and utterly vulnerable. Her breaths quickened as he nudged her legs apart, but still he didn’t touch her. She stood, unmoving, heart pounding, waiting for what would come next. Her body ached to be touched. Then a ripple of sensation shot through her as he gently stroked between her thighs. Her hips pressed forward, her body hungry for more.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, withdrawing his touch.
She held still, her heart blasting in her ears, her body burning hot with need. Waiting, she became even more breathless, anticipation governing her every thought. Every inch of her body longed for him, her nerve endings vying for his caress.
“Please,” she whispered, but then a squeal came unbidden to her lips when he suddenly scooped her up and set her feet down in the steamy tub. Gently, he eased her down, immersing her body in heavenly warmth and scented bubbles.
“Lay your head back,” he said, his voice low and husky.
A soft cloth glided over her breasts. Her nipples tingled, becoming hard nubs as he gently washed them. Slowly, he dragged the soft cloth across her stomach. Then he washed her inner thigh in slow circular motions.
“Oh God,” she groaned, lifting her hips, yearning for his attention to move higher, but instead his cloth swept to her other thigh. She squirmed as need burned through her. Again, he massaged her, creeping exquisitely close to where she wanted to be touched most before moving away again.
“Please,” she begged.
“I know what you want,” he rasped in her ear. A breath later, his hand glided back up her thigh. At last, he ran the cloth between her legs. Soft moans escaped her lips when his finger penetrated her, slowly, deeply. And then another finger. Pressure built within her, making her writhe. Her body throbbed, strained, ached for release.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, Ethan, don’t stop.” She seized as exquisite pain erupted into endless pleasure.
Breathless, her body still reveling, she was aware of being lifted, dripping wet from the tub. He carried her in his arms. A cool chill told her when they had left the bathroom. And then soft warmth cradled her as he laid her down on his bed.
He untied the blindfold. The soft glow of dozens of candles illuminated his room. He stood before her, his cut, chiseled body on exquisite display. One look at his arousal, and she was ready for more.
Hunger darkened his eyes. “You are so hot,” he growled.
She arched her back and spread her legs wide. He entered her in one thrust. Her breaths came in ragged heaves. Her heart pounded as he filled her, again and again, and then her body erupted, spiraling and spinning.
Ethan felt her body quake around his hard length. She was so slick and tight, so pure and untouched. Her body hugged his arousal until aching need turned to glorious relief.
∞∞∞
Angel laid her head on his smooth chest. “That was amazing,” she said.
He kissed her head. “You’re amazing.”
Her fingers grazed cool metal. She lifted her head to take a closer look at the cross he always wore. It was silver with Celtic knotwork. “This is beautiful.”
He remained silent, unchanged except for the beating of his heart, which quickened beneath her fingertips.
At length, he spoke, his voice low and intimate. “It was my father’s. He gave it to me a week before he died.”
“How did he die?” she asked quietly.
“He killed himself.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as her hand flew to her lips. “I’m so sorry, Ethan. That’s horrible.”
Ethan’s own words echoed in his mind. He never told people about his father. To his even greater surprise, he realized he wasn’t done either. Words, so personal and secret, poured almost unbidden from his lips. “My dad was always a little manic, you know. He soared high when times were good and crashed when things turned shitty. But then something happened that just pushed him too hard. He couldn’t handle it.”
He sat up, and her arms came around him from behind.
“What happened?” she asked softly.
He shook his head, still amazed how the callousness of one man could bring about the demise of another. “He poured his heart and soul into his business. Gave everything he had to it. Then a bigshot client cheated him, and he lost it all…everything.” He lifted his shoulders. “It broke him.”
She stroked a hand down his back. “That’s so awful. Who was the client?”
“Lockwood Luxury,” he said, the words dripping from his lips with disdain. “The company is run by a shameless scumbag.”
