Page 71 of Desiring an Angel

“Until I learned at an early age that pushing for acknowledgment and love got me negativity and punishment instead.”

My hand reached over to grasp his forearm without thought as empathy swelled inside me. “I’m sorry.”

Rhett seemed to stop breathing, so I quickly removed my light touch.

“Nora received most of our parent’s attention,” I started to spill to fill the tense silence between us. “I’m her mirror twin except for our ears—hers are pointed like an elf while mine are rounded. I actually got the good gene there. Yay me!” I giggled, my knee bouncing again. “But I felt like soggy leftovers my entire life since she got all the brains when that cell split inside Mom’s womb. She’s brilliant. An astrophysicist, or at least I think that’s what she’s called. Anyway, she’s got her doctorate and works for NASA while I’m the babysitting queen—or at least, I had been back in South Dakota. I don’t know anyone here well enough to offer to watch their kids.”

“It takes all kinds of people to make the world go round,” Rhett murmured.

“I suppose,” I agreed even though I didn’t have nearly the worth Nora did in society’s eyes.

“If your sister ever decides to have a family of her own and continue working, she’s going to need a nanny. So—” he twirled the stem of his glass before polishing his wine off with one swallow “—you could say that someone like you is imperative to her job—thus her happiness.”

I stared, my restlessness shut down at his words as I processed what he’d said.

He set aside his own glass. “I’ve left you speechless,” he said with a small smirk, one eyebrow raised in a provocative, sexy arch as he settled into the couch’s corner, arms stretched along the arm and across the back. His fingertips brushed over my bare shoulder. “I feel I ought to get a reward.”

I didn’t think—just acted—crawling into his lap so damn fast he didn’t have time to keep me from invading his personal space.

His large hands found my backside as our lips met, and he yanked me right up against him without hesitation, causing a flash of fireworks to explode in my ears.

I captured his scruffy jaw in my hands, whimpering when his tongue slid into my mouth, so many zings fluttering through me my heart thrummed. The tartness of the wine, undertones of spice and man overrode my tastebuds, but it was the feel of his fingertips grasping at my ass, kneading and pulling me against his hard length over and over that dampened my panties.

If he didn’t stop, I would soak through since my dress rucked up to my waist.

“Rhett,” I gasped when he bit my lower lip. “I-I’m so turned on.” I swallowed hard as he slid his lips down my neck, my head tipping to offer him better access.

“Mmm,” he moaned his approval and took my mouth with more passion than I’d expected from how he held himself in check.

Rhett Stirling bottled up more feels than he let on—and he unleashed in the perfect way.

I clutched at his hair, grinding against him, as he ate at my mouth like a man who’d gone too long without sustenance. Like he thirsted for something only I could give him.

Panting, I pulled away, still holding his face in my hands as he ground us together. I moved with him, glancing down between our bodies. “I soaked through my panties,” I whispered, breathless from the arousal rushing through me with the force of a blizzard at the sight of the wet spot on his slacks.

Rhett released a throaty growl that shivered my skin and made the hairs on my nape stand on end. “Want to taste your pussy.”

“Yes—oh, yes, yes, yes,” I rushed on a single breath.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, twisting on the couch cushion to lay me on my back. Up went my dress with no finesse whatsoever, and he ripped my satiny bikini panties from my hips with one yank.

I gasped at the sting from his actions, but he shoved up my legs and dove in—

“Oh!” I cried out, back arching as he latched onto my clit and suckled to the point of pain. “Love it—more—don’t stop…” I continued to spew words, senseless or not I had no clue.

The warmth of his mouth on my tender flesh, the nips of his teeth erased reality as I soared upward toward the clouds.

Rhett tongued up through my slit. “Christ, you’re so fucking sweet,” he all but growled, a damn book boyfriend come to life just like Ashton had said.

Thick fingers slid into my pussy, pushing me closer upward with every thrust into my soaked core.

“Fuck, Sky…so tight. Wet.” His tongue fluttered over my clit, and my climax tingled low in my belly faster than seemed possible.

“Suck on me—make it hurt…oh yes!” I gasped, thrusting my hips up toward his face as he gave me what I needed. “I’m going to come…oh my God, I’m going to come! Rhett!”

He groaned, his face buried between my thighs, and I erupted.

I may have shrieked his name—and I definitely detonated from deep inside where I ached to be filled with more than fingers, squirming with every spasm through my core.

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