Page 122 of Desiring an Angel

“And what will you do if something similar happens again? Because it might. Sometimes I focus on Ashton being inside me, and sometimes your presence is so overwhelming that I can’t think of anything but how deeply you’re buried in my ass. The pain. The pleasure of you…it’s…often too much.”

“You don’t like anal, do you?”

“I think…I think I might enjoy it more knowing that you aren’t just shoving your dick into me because it’s what Ashton wants. Perhaps if the emotional connection is there, I would be able to relax more. We can try tonight—because of the other situation down there.” Her voice went all squeaky, likely from embarrassment.

I pulled into our garage. “I never just took your ass for him,” I corrected her while turning off the car, “but because it’s gorgeous, tempting as fuck, and so goddamn tight my eyes cross whenever I sink into your body.”

“Oh.” Pink flushed her face. “Well, then.”

“And while we’re being honest, I’m not afraid of a little blood either, Skylar, nor should you be ashamed of that part of womanhood.”

She rubbed her lips together and nodded. “I-I’ll try, but…”

“We don’t have to do anything but curl up in bed and sleep if that’s what you want.”

“What do you want, Rhett?”

I glanced over the oversized T-shirt doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples and the sweatpants masking her curves. “To wash you from head to toe, lavish you with affection, and satisfy whatever desires you have.”

“A shower sounds good.” She barely breathed the words, and the lust darkening her eyes roused life in my groin.

“Then that’s where we’ll start.” A plan automatically began forming in my head for all I wouldn’t mind following in a thorough wash down’s wake.

No warring thoughts crowded my mind as I led Skylar into the quiet house. Our footfalls filled the hushed silence as we climbed the stairs. No feelings of wrongness fought with the one of right coursing through my center as I turned on the shower.

She nibbled her lower lip as I pulled the T-shirt off over her head, revealing pale skin I wouldn’t mind marking with my mouth.

She grabbed hold of my hands as I went to push down the sweats.

“C-Can I have a minute?” she whispered, her face red.

“You need privacy?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

I wanted to argue that being in our lives meant sharing every single piece of her—inside and out. One day, I hoped she to see her carry Ash’s child, and we would both be there while she labored, and no amount of blood would change my thoughts toward her.

I kissed her forehead and left her alone, stripping to my skin in the bedroom as she flushed the toilet.

“Okay?” Skylar called out with more of a question in her voice than beckoning—but I went back into the bathroom anyway.

She’d climbed into the shower, the fog on the glass enclosure hiding her from me.

“I’m coming in,” I warned and opened the shower door before she could deny me.

A flush covered her chest, neck, and face, and she studied her feet.

I shut myself in with her, but rather than pulling her into my arms and devouring her mouth, I kept a few inches between us and tipped her head back into the spray.

Her eyes closed, a soft smile on her lips as I lathered her hair, massaging her scalp until she relaxed.

The scent of coconuts surrounded us, every lungful and soft sigh from her parted lips thickening my dick.

I used my hands to wash her from neck to hips, but she once more grasped my wrist to stop me from going any further.

“I…”

“It’s okay.” I kissed her shoulder and turned her toward the spray, focusing on her back. Her pale ass cheeks bumped out from the bottom of her spine, calling to my hands.

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