Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,69

others left her almost giddy.

So I focused on the question and not the part about Erin. “No, I’m good with being this open with you. It’s not anyone else’s business.”

She grinned.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” I helped her back into her coat, and we made a run for it, albeit a careful one. The last thing I wanted was for her to fall.

“It’s brr fucking cold out here,” she said around chattering teeth as I got the keys in the lock. Inside, I let loose with my own shiver, but she was already burrowing into my chest as I kicked the door closed. The quiet interior promised me the guys had left us alone like I’d asked.

Hoisting her up, I walked us through the apartment to her room. “Before I forget to say it, Angel,” I murmured against her hair, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being curious,” I told her as I settled her on the bed and helped her out of her coat. Then her shoes. “For all the research you’ve been doing. For going with me tonight… For being you.”

“I’m not done,” she informed as she wiggled her toes when I stripped off her socks. “I have more books to read.”

“And more classes to take.”

With only the light from the hall illuminating the bedroom, her smile looked even softer. As I hooked a finger under her shirt, I asked, “Do you need anything? Water? Restroom break?”

“You.”

Her nipples were every bit as peaked as they’d been earlier, and I smoothed a hand over her cheek. A droplet of water fell from her hair. Yeah. We needed to take care of that. First, the wet clothes. At my urging, she stood, and I peeled her pants down, along with her panties. I pressed a kiss to her bare abdomen and then to each of her hips. She gave a little laugh, and I rubbed my cheek against her skin, just savoring the touch. This was another reason I’d shaved. I didn’t want there to be any whisker burn on her.

As if to prove my point, I drew her close so I could lave a kiss over her nipple. My cock had half-given up on me and just seemed to be painfully pointing right at her, but he could damn well wait. This was about her.

For me, it would always be about her.

A breathy little gasp escaped her and she brought her hand up, but seemed to hesitate about touching my hair. Releasing the nipple with a little pop, I said, “You can touch me. We’re not quite to the obey part of the evening.” That, and I loved having her hands on me, even if it shredded my control. I ached to have her touching me.

She sank her fingers into my hair and caressed my scalp lightly with her nails. Lips pursed, I blew against her damp nipple, and it tightened more. After another loving kiss, I moved to the other. She sighed as she stroked her fingers through my hair, and I was tempted to just keep going until I wrenched every lovely sound of her.

But I also wanted to take my time, and I had some plans. Before I could get carried away, I patted the bed. “I’ll be right back.” I tossed her damp clothes toward the laundry and stood. I was out of my shoes and shed my own jacket on the way to the bathroom. I stripped off my shirt and ran a fast towel over my damp hair before returning to the bedroom.

When I walked back in, she was on her knees, and all the breath backed up in my lungs. Her hands were on her thighs, palms up and open, her chin down and her shoulders back.

“Jesus, Angel…” That…definitely was more than I expected.

She glanced up from beneath her lashes, and she smiled. “You like?”

“I love.” It did all kinds of things to my system for her to do that so openly, and at the same time, I didn’t want her on her knees. Not all the time, but also… “I am going to ask for this again.”

“You don’t have to ask,” she told me. “You can want it anytime.”

That was an open-ended permission. We had been talking about what we liked and didn’t in the car. Reaching her, I used the towel to chase away the droplets still in her hair. One fell against her chest, and she let out a little breathy gasp. Seriously, I wanted to capture that sound forever and