Chapter Fourteen

Mia was caught up in the dream. Not a nightmare but rather a flood of memories from the past. Flashes of Angel and her as teenagers. Not of the misery of dealing with Kenton but the other times.

The happy times.

Before life and secrets had torn them apart.

“No more secrets,” she muttered, and the sound of her own voice jolted her out of the dream.

She jackknifed to a sitting position and immediately saw the time. Easy to see it because it was on the wall straight ahead. The clock on the table in the sitting room was projecting the time in bright blue letters.

Just after midnight.

Her brain was too muddled to say for sure how long she’d been asleep, but she thought it must have been six hours or so.

Mia glanced around and had a moment of total confusion when she couldn’t figure out where she was. Definitely not her own bedroom at home or the guestroom. But rather Angel’s.

And he was right next to her.

He was awake, staring at her with eyes way too alert for someone who’d just woken up. Way too hot as well.

Yes, that thought slipped right into her mind. Just as merely seeing him caused the heat to slip through her body.

“You know, no one has the right to look as good as you do after being asleep for hours,” she muttered. “No bedhead. No weird creases on your face from where you slept too hard. Just…” She fanned her hand over him. “Drop dead hot.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in an almost smile. “I was thinking the same thing about you,” he drawled.

Oh, his mouth had made love to those words. Words that were an outright lie. She almost certainly did have the bedhead, weird creases, and maybe sleepy eyes. But the lie felt good. Made her feel even more of that warmth. Then, she realized the source of that warmth was right there. Next to her.

And hers for the taking.

Well, hopefully.

She leaned down and gave him a test kiss, just to see if he was ready and willing. He was. Angel made a sound deep from within his throat. A sort of husky grumble, and he slipped his hand around the back of her neck.

Pulling her down to him.

Exactly where Mia wanted to be.

He didn’t waste any time deepening the kiss, making it long, French, and very hot. Then again, Angel probably wasn’t capable of a kiss that was lacking that hot factor.

Mia slid right into that heat, into that kiss, into his arms, and she let the dreamy feeling of pleasure wash over her. Angel was good at that, too. Creating the pleasure. Building the need.

And, mercy, did the need build.

It went from that stirring heat to a full-blown fire. One where her body immediately started to clamor for more.

Angel was good at giving more, too.

Still kissing her, he slid his hand beneath her top and touched her. His fingers glided over her skin, going up, up, up until he reached her breasts. He shoved down her bra and tortured her nipples with swipes of his thumb.

He must have thought her breasts needed more of his attention because he broke the kiss, lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

That caused an explosion of heat.

And it fired up the urgency even more.

Lust was greedy and demanding, and it was demanding that she take this up yet another notch.

Mia went after the zipper of his jeans. He didn’t stop her. Angel just continued to kiss her, moving his mouth to her stomach, and only then did he put the pause button on her zipper duty by yanking her top off and over her head. Her bra soon followed, landing somewhere on the floor with her top.

Angel kissed her belly and would have just kept going down on her. And while she was certain she would have enjoyed that immensely, she’d been way too long without him. Mia wanted them to race toward this finish line together.

Well, hopefully together.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” she blurted, putting her own pause button on getting him naked.

“In the nightstand,” he said.

He did some multitasking by continuing to kiss her stomach while he reached over and extracted a condom from the drawer. Just the sight of it, coupled with the sight of him, revved her up even more.

Since her clothes were in the way, she levered herself off him, standing on the bed over him while she shimmied off her jeans and panties. Angel watched, the heat building in his eyes. Mia was certain there was some heat building going on in hers, too.

Heck, going on in every part of her body.

He pulled her back down to her and didn’t waste any time going after the newly naked parts of her. Angel managed to land a kiss in the center of all that heat.

Another explosion of pleasure, this one even more intense. And Mia had to grit her teeth not to just give in to it and let the climax consume her.

She turned the tables on him by moving away and going after his zipper again. This time, she succeeded in getting it down. Succeeded, too, thanks to some help from Angel, in getting off his jeans and boxers.

He was huge and hard and ready, and she might have done a little payback by kissing his erection, but Angel clearly had other ideas. He got on the condom and pulled her down on top of him. All in all, she landed in a very good spot.

Straddling him.

And with her center pressed against the long, hard length of him.

Their gazes met. Held. And it was like stepping back in time to that moment when they’d first become lovers. But this was better. So much better. There was no jolt of pain from losing her virginity to him.

Only the pleasure.

When he pushed inside her.

Her breath vanished. She thought maybe her heart skipped a beat or two. And she knew something this intense couldn’t last. No. There was too much need. Too much urgency. They’d gone way too long without having each other.

So, she had him.

Mia rode him fast and hard. Taking him deep inside her. Building this already out of control fire. Taking and giving with each stroke. Driving them to the only place either of them wanted to go.

When she felt the climax roar through her, she leaned down, capturing his mouth, and she took Angel on that hot, deep ride right along with her.

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