He couldn’t stop himself from taking her face in his hands, and claiming her mouth with his.
Her hands ran over the muscles in his upper arms.
He lifted his head, and looked down into her eyes. There was something he had to know first. “Tell me you didn’t come here out of gratitude, that this isn’t some type of payment for tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “I’m here because I can’t stay away. Because I lay in my bed, and can’t stop myself from thinking about…” she swallowed. “About your hands on me-”
His kiss cut off her words. It was all he needed to hear. He kissed her with all the pent up need he’d felt since she’d walked back into his life, since he’d first seen her standing there, next to that SUV a couple of weeks ago. He broke off long enough to whisper, “You look about sixteen in that jersey.”
She reached up to kiss him again.
“Take it off,” he demanded, his voice husky with need. And then, before she could respond, his hands were reaching for the hem, and pulling it up over her head.
She sucked in a breath at suddenly being exposed. She watched his eyes darken with desire as they moved over her.
His eyes came back to hers, and he swallowed. “Turn around.” He couldn’t resist. He had to know. He needed to see if the tattoo was still there.
She slowly turned around.
His gaze dropped to the small of her back. He smiled. “It’s still there. You didn’t remove it, or cover it.”
She looked back at him, and shook her head.
He ran his hand over it, his fingers lightly tracing the outline.
Angel’s eyes slid closed at his touch, and her mouth opened slightly.
His eyes followed his fingers. “I’m glad. I wondered. That night in the motel room, it was all I could do to keep from pulling your blouse up to look.” He looked up at her then, and saw the affect his touch was having on her. He turned her back around, and gathered her to him, tossing the shirt aside. They met chest to chest. Bare skin to bare skin.
Angel’s hands came down on his shoulders.
He leaned down, and kissed her, his hands running over her. He turned, and backed her up until her legs hit the bed, and then he pushed her back onto it. He came down on top of her, kissing her deeply.
As she felt his weight on her, she gasped.
Cole felt her suck in a breath as she pulled back from the kiss. He rose back slightly, and looked into her eyes. He gently brushed the hair back from her face, and whispered, “I’ll be gentle, baby. I swear.”
She nodded. “I know. It’s just that…it’s been a while for me.”
“You mean sex?”
She nodded.
“When?” He studied her, waiting for her answer. “When was the last time? Tell me.”
“You,” she whispered.
He sucked in a breath, as the joy her answer gave him surged through him. And suddenly this became all about her. Her needs. Her pleasure. Vowing to himself to make her long wait worth the while, he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her softly, trailing kisses down her throat to the valley between her breasts. And then his mouth was climbing to her nipple. Her hands ran over his hair, and framed his face, pulling him closer. He sucked on it, and her back arched off the bed. His strong arms slid under her back, holding her bent back over them, exposed to his mouth. He took his time, driving her to the brink, over and over.
Angel’s hands slid into his hair, holding him to her.
He slid his hand slowly down her belly, and between her legs. His fingers slid into her, finding her wet. He rose up, and looked at her. “Baby, I’ve missed this.” His hand clenched, practically lifting her up. “This right here.”
She moaned, undulating beneath him.
His thumb brushed softly over her, back and forth, back and forth, and she arched, her hips lifting. “You like that, baby doll? I remember. I remember how you like it.” His fingers worked her for a long time, until she was thrashing.
“Please, Cole.”
“What do you want, baby. You got to tell me. Do you want my mouth?”
“You inside me. Please.”
“Not yet, Angel.”
“Please. I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes, you can. You teased me, now it’s my turn.”
“Cole, please, baby. I need you. It’s been so long.” Her body writhed beneath his touch.
“It has, baby. Way too long.” He took her hand, and wrapped