bed and clean her up. She’s already half asleep as she kisses me goodnight and ever so innocently and sweetly mumbles, “Goodnight, Tyler.”
I hold her all night, and when the sun rises, I’m reluctant to let her go. I’ve been trying to think of a way to get her to stay, to keep her forever, and a plan is forming. My angel thinks she’s walking away, but sometimes, an angel has to soar before it can be tamed.
She will be mine again, this possible separation isn’t forever. I remind myself of that when she wakes up. Those big blue eyes blink open and lock on me. A smile curves her lips lazily as she stretches and flips over onto her front and peers at me. “Morning,” she mumbles.
I can’t help but smile, she’s too fucking adorable. I lean down and kiss her. She tries to deepen it, but I pull away, leaving her wanting. She frowns as I laugh and slip from the bed. “Coffee and breakfast, Angel?”
“Sure,” she replies, obviously confused. “Then I guess you could call me a taxi?”
I hesitate, and only when I can control my expression do I glance back at her. “Sure thing. Come down when you’re ready, beautiful.”
I hear her getting up as I head downstairs with my phone out, putting my plan into place. As soon as I have it lined up, I brew the coffee and get started on breakfast. She’s used a lot of energy this weekend, so she needs to eat more.
By the time it’s done, she’s downstairs, wearing that dress from the club. I groan, almost stumbling as she comes in. Fuck, how can she get even more beautiful every day?
I have the urge to rip it off and bend her over the table, but I don’t, even though her eyes drop in disappointment like she expected it. “Sit, Angel,” I demand, and she does, sinking into her chair as I serve her, then myself. Once I’m seated, I place my napkin on my lap and watch, eyes narrowed, as she picks at her food.
“Eat, or I’ll put you over my knee,” I threaten.
She grins. “Is that a promise?” she purrs, but takes a big, purposeful bite, making me smile as I dig in myself, but the air is strained. Both of us are unsure what to say or do. She’s leaving, I know that, but I wish she would stay.
She makes this empty house feel like a home.
When she’s finished eating, she sips her coffee and our legs tangle under the table, the dark of it allowing us to reach for each other. We’re back to being a secret again, but fuck that. I want the whole world to know she’s my girl. I want to scream it, I want them to watch her in my arms and know she’s mine.
Kicking my chair back, I drop to my knees next to her and jerk her chair around, forcing her legs around me as I grip her chin and stare into her eyes before kissing her. Hard. She moans instantly, digging her hands into my shirt as she tries to rip it off, so I pull back and whip it over my head and toss it away.
Her hands land on my skin and stroke, making me shiver. Fuck, only she can make me weak like this. I nip at her lip before turning her head and kissing her neck. She whimpers, hiking her dress up to flash me her panty-less, wet pussy, and it’s my turn to groan.
“Fuck, Angel, how am I supposed to let you go?” I mutter against her skin, feeling her pulse pound under my lips. “When I can see how wet you are for me, when you surrender so easily…when I crave you every second of every fucking day. I want to come home and find you wet and waiting. I want to bend you over the table whenever I please.”
“Like now?” she asks, and grabs my hand, dragging it down her body to her pussy. Unable to help myself, I cup her.
“Like now, Angel. So demanding, aren’t you? So fucking needy, my little brat,” I mutter, nipping at her skin as I flick her clit before sliding down her wetness and slipping a finger inside her. But I don’t want my fingers there, I want my cock. And she wants to leave? Fine, I’m going to make her remember me. I’m going to ruin her for anyone else, so when she gets home and