Angel looked up, and saw the hawk floating in circles above them, and she remembered another time, so long ago when they had lain together on a desert floor. But this time, there was no fear, only desire. She pulled at the front plackets of the denim shirt he wore, pulling the snaps free, pushing it back over his shoulders.
It was the only answer he needed. Cole sat back, straddling her, and pulled the shirt off. He looked down at her as he shrugged out of the shoulder holster he wore, and tossed the gun aside. Then he was ripping his tee shirt off, over his head.
Angel ran her hands up his thighs, but he pushed them aside, reaching for the buttons on her blouse. He looked down at her, seeing the desire in her eyes. His fingers fumbled in their rush. He gave up, and ripped the last two buttons loose, pulling the blouse open. He lifted her up, and yanked it off her. Reaching around her, he undid her bra, and pushed her back down.
Angel gasped as her naked back came in contact with the hot desert sand.
Cole stretched out on top of her, his mouth plundering hers. He trailed kisses down her neck, and reached for the top of her jeans. He stripped her of her remaining clothing, and then undid his jeans. Rolling to his back, he pulled her on top of him.
Angel slid down on him, and threw her head back, her eyes sliding closed. God, he felt so good inside her. She began to move, undulating on top of him.
Cole’s hands clamped onto her hips, and urged her on. “Harder, baby. Faster.”
She complied, leaning forward, her hands on his chest. Their eyes met, and they both smiled. She rode him hard. He was on the verge of climax. His hand slid between them, his fingers stroking her until she came. When he felt her body convulse around him, he grabbed her hips and slammed up into her. It only took three more strokes, before his body went rigid as he exploded inside her.
She fell on top of his chest, panting.
His hands slid into the hair at the sides of her face, and he pulled her mouth to his, and kissed her, long and deeply.
She lay her head down on his sweat-slicked chest. It still heaved with his breathing. She could hear his heart pounding, and smiled.
He wrapped one arm around her back, his other hand sliding into the hair at the back of her head. He held on to her, holding her close, hoping with everything inside him, that he wasn’t about to loose this woman who had come back into his life, this woman who had become his life.
It was several hours before they made it back home.
They pulled in the driveway after dark, and Angel got off the bike. She rubbed her backside.
Cole took his helmet off, and stepped off, smiling down at her. “You sore, baby doll?”
“Umm. Yes. And it’s all your fault.”
He pressed his hands to his heart, and looked too innocent to be believed. “Me? I was just giving you a ride, darlin’.”
“Yeah. That was quite a ride, cowboy.”
He pulled her close, and ran his hands over her ass. “You want me to rub it, and make it all better?” He dipped his head for a kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, forgetting all about how sore she was. The sound of the front door opening interrupted them. Natalie was standing at the screen door. They both looked up at her.
“I thought I heard a motorcycle,” she said.
“Anything wrong?” Cole asked.
“No. But we’re out of milk. Could you run up to the corner, and get some?” she asked.
“Yes. Sure,” Angel replied. She took Cole by the hand. “Come on. Let’s walk. It’s a nice night.”
They walked down the block toward the main boulevard, and cut across the parking lot of a bowling alley. They were standing on the corner, waiting for a break in traffic, when Cole took a deep breath. “That smell? The place smells like perfume. What is that?”
Angel smiled. “Orange blossoms. The Orange trees are starting to bloom. On a warm night like this, you can really smell them.”
“Really? Orange blossoms? That’s wild.”
The traffic slowed, and they crossed the street to the convenience store. They bought a gallon of milk, and Cole picked up another pack of cigarettes, and they headed back.