Page 58 of Viper (Fallen Angel 2)

“Why can’t I get enough of you?” he said by my ear, and I wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer or was voicing the question I kept asking myself. Why was I so drawn to him? How was it that I’d allowed myself to become so involved in what we were doing with each other that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to be free?

Instead of answering, I turned my head and captured his mouth, knowing that that was the answer Viper would prefer over the crazy notions running through my head, and he was right there to tangle his tongue with mine.

“Viper…” I said as I ran one of my hands up his back and took a step toward him, molding my body to his as I walked him back to the counter. I didn’t let go of him, or bother stopping to shut the fridge. I moved directly between his legs and took his face between my hands, as I dove in and took a long, deep taste of him.

Viper opened to me in an instant, moving his hands to my ass as he rocked forward, and I moaned in response, and it was times like this—when he was obliterating any common sense I possessed—that I felt a slight tinge of desperation creep in.

I had no idea how long I had to enjoy what was happening between us, and whenever I thought about it being over, I found myself wanting to hold on to him tighter, to kiss him harder, to mark him in some way as mine, so he’d be just as affected if he decided to walk away.

I sucked on his bottom lip, making that rumbling purr escape his throat, and when Viper’s head fell back, I took full advantage, lowering my head and licking a path across his throat.

“Angel…fuck. You’re killin’ me here,” Viper said as I ran my hands down to his open jeans.

“Hmm. Not my fault.” I slipped my hand down into the denim and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock. “I was going to get something to eat, and then you came out here and interrupted me.”

As I swiped my thumb over his Prince Albert, Viper cursed and shut his eyes. “I woke up and you were—”

“Not gone.” I grinned against his lips, knowing exactly where he was going. “Just in a different room.”

“Too fuckin’ far away,” he said, and those words made my heart skip much faster than they probably should’ve. He means for sex, I reminded myself. Nothing else. But when Viper opened his eyes and reached down to wrap a hand around my wrist, stilling me, the emotions swirling in those mysterious depths made my breath catch—and so did the next words that left his mouth. “Wake me next time.”

I nodded, and Viper glanced over at the pizza box before turning his attention back to me.

“I suppose I should let you eat, huh?”

“I wouldn’t object,” I said, taking a step away from him and zipping my jeans to at least try and contain the erection that was dying to get free. Then I turned to shut the fridge and moved back over to the counter. “Sorry I woke you.”

Viper shook his head, as he too readjusted and zipped up. “You didn’t. I missed—”

My hand stopped midway to opening the box as Viper cut his words off, because there was no way he’d been about to say I missed you, was there?

Thirty-Two

Viper

I MISSED YOU? I fucking missed you? Did I seriously almost say that out loud? But when Halo glanced over his shoulder at me with curiosity in his eyes, I knew that I had.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and shrugged, trying to blow off my major faux pas. “I just woke up, that’s all.”

The side of Halo’s mouth crooked up before he turned back to the pizza, and I rolled my eyes at myself. Jesus, think before you talk, Viper. Maybe then I wouldn’t word-vomit every thought that ran through my head. Even if it was true.

Over the past month I’d gotten used to waking up and finding the angel sprawled out in bed next to me. With his tangle of curls and warm, smooth skin, Halo was a welcome addition to my bedroom each night, and when I woke up to find him missing, I’d had a flashback to that first time in Florida.

“Are you hungry?” Halo asked, giving me the out I so desperately wanted from the previous conversation.

I shamelessly took it, not wanting to look closer at all the reasons I might feel anxious over the thought of this man leaving my bed, even to go and get something to eat from my damn kitchen.

“Yeah, I could eat,” I said, and then I busied myself by grabbing a couple of plates and a roll of paper towels from the cupboard under the sink. “But not here.” I balanced the Parmesan on the plates with the towels then grabbed the glasses. “You bring the food and drink.”

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