Page 58 of Angel
Chapter Seventeen - Angelo
Dinner couldn’t be over with fast enough. I nodded like it was my job, listening to Sophia talk about her trip to Europe while she and Paige split a bottle of white wine. Half of Sophia’s words fell on deaf ears though.
There was only room for one thing in my mind. The woman sitting next to me. The woman who was now free to be mine.
It was all too good to be true. My father got back to me just hours after speaking with his consiglieri and scouting for possible ties still involving Paige. Thankfully, things checked out just fine. It didn’t look like she was promised to anyone else in the wake of Moretti’s passing.
And on top of it all she now had a property in Italy. Would she and Sophia go and live there?
If so, I would follow. Assuming Paige wanted me to. I would live anywhere she wanted to, take on any lifestyle she could dream of.
And, amazingly, the thought didn’t scare me at all.
As soon as we finished the meal I dropped a hint about it having been a long day. The girls picked up on it and let me escort them out to the street.
Paige lingered at the hailed cab, staying back on the sidewalk near me.
Sophia, one hand on the yellow door, looked back at us. For a moment, no one spoke, then Sophia’s eyes locked onto mine.
“You’re not too bad,” she said.
I chuckled. “Thanks. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.” She looked over at her sister and winked. “Call me tomorrow, Paige.”
She waved a peace sign at us and climbed into the taxi.
“Well,” I slowly said, turning to Paige. “Was that what I think it was? A Sophia style blessing?”
“Something like that,” she grinned.
The car couldn’t get to my place soon enough.
Our place. That was really the way I thought of it now. The penthouse hadn’t become a home till Paige was there, then it became my favorite place to be. Signs of her still peppered it. Her magazines in the sitting room. Her toothbrush and shampoo in the bathroom. Her high heels, often at the front door, where she kicked them off as soon as she got home. The idea of having all those things around didn’t scare me at all.
We held hands for part of the drive home. By the time we hit 40thstreet, Paige was in my lap, our mouths were pressed together, tongues dueling, and the sweet taste of strawberries and dry white wine settling in my mouth.
I clutched the fabric of her dress, itching to rip it right off of her. Out of a little respect to the driver, I managed to hold it together.
The ride up the elevator became a blur. I couldn’t get my hands off Paige. There were so many things about her I’d been afraid to even think about before, for fear of losing her and not being able to handle it.
It was the little details. The coconut smell of her hair. The dip in her lower back. The fleck of gold in her right eye. Things I’d noticed but never let myself dwell on.
We slipped into the penthouse. Crossing the threshold and kicking the door closed behind me, I lifted Paige up and carried her the rest of the way to my bedroom.
Setting her down on the bed, I got busy spreading her thighs. Her panties were still in my pocket, a little memento from earlier. I brought them out and wiggled them in front of her, then tossed them to the floor before nestling my face between her legs.
Paige sighed and grabbed my hair as I licked and sucked her tender clit. She shook and reached down to grab my hair as she came hard and fast.
With a groan, she collapsed fully onto the bed. I licked a path up her inner thigh. Having had enough of the dress, I reached behind her to unzip it and peel it off. Her bra met the same fate.
Her breasts gleamed in the soft lighting, nipples perky, pink, and waiting for me to touch however I wanted to. Stepping back, I undressed fully then lunged forward.
Paige shrieked as I landed on top of her and grabbed a breast in one hand. I sucked passionately, alternating pressures. My free hand went down to slip between her folds and into her wet channel.
Her walls tightened around my fingers. My dick twitched, ready and craving to have its turn.
I had to take my time though. This couldn’t be over too soon. It was the first night I knew for sure that Paige would really be mine. I needed to make a memory worth cherishing.
