Demon Fire (Angel Fire #3) - Marie Johnston Page 0,94

waiting for months?”

“Leo, you could’ve taken everything you wanted as soon as we met.”

His brows dropped. “But we were only paired because I was injured.”

“We were paired because we’re good together. You and me, Leo.”

“Millie . . .”

“I’ve missed you,” she said and groaned. Hearing his voice next to her while she was doing this sent electricity dancing along her nerve endings.

“I’m not the same.” He almost turned away, but she tightened her grip in his feathers and yanked on his wings.

“I don’t want the same, I want you.” She kicked her hips up and pressed her upper back into the mattress.

“I want you too.” The confession was ragged, like it was torn out of him.

“Get on your back,” she ordered.

He tried to turn away again, but she tugged on his wing, and to her surprise, he rolled with it until his wings were pinned under him. His hands covered the mound at his hips, the erection that strained against the bedding.

She immediately snuggled close to him, her hand still on her sex. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“I want . . .” His mouth worked and anxiety clouded his eyes.

“I want you inside me.” She leaned into him until her lips brushed his ear. “I can do this myself, or we can uncover you down to your waist, but, Leo—one of these nights I’m touching you. All. Over.”

His throat pumped up and down as he worked over his decision. She continued stroking herself, her hips swiveling, and she let her passion show on her face. If she stopped, he stopped.

He had to be the one to make the first move. She wasn’t forcing herself on him.

“I’m so wet,” she whispered. She could encourage him though.

He shoved the blankets down to his waist, paused, his gaze dipping to her hand and her hips, then he pushed them down farther, just until his cock sprang free.

She sucked in a breath, desire flooding her core with heat. “Your erection has always been magnificent.”

He fisted it, gave it a pump, and winced. “It’s sensitive.” His voice was ragged.

No, he wasn’t ready for her to climb on yet. But this moment was further than she’d thought they’d ever get.

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“You feel better,” he answered honestly.

“You’ll be inside of me for the next one.” Their gazes met and held.

He pumped, pleasure-pain streaked across his face. She clung to him, increasing the pressure. He wouldn’t last long if this was the first time he’d climaxed in so long.

“Millie,” he called and released into his hand and over his belly.

She answered his cry with her own, his orgasm doing more to push her over the edge than her own efforts. “Leo!”

His other hand dug into her thigh as he came, shaking the bed. When their climaxes died down, she didn’t let go. She continued stroking his hard chest, twirling her fingers over his abdomen.

“I’m a mess,” he said.

“I don’t mind.” She rolled to her knees. “I want more.”

“You want . . . me?”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you, Leo.”

“You were so miserable. So sad.” He drew his hand away, but she caught it and held it to her bare leg.

“I thought I’d lost you.”

“You did.”

She poked his chest. “You’re right here. It’s still you and me.” She dropped a kiss on his chest. “Our normal is going to be different. You took the lead. You did everything. I was Director Richter’s mate. Let’s find out who Leo Richter is. Who Millie Richter is.”

“I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

“You feel like you to me.”

His gaze dropped to where his legs were covered by the bedding.

“Still you.” She traced a finger along one pec, then the other. His erection hadn’t gone away, and every time she touched him, it jumped. “I want to be with you, Leo. I want to talk to you. I want to do things with you. I want to leave the house with you. But I can’t do it all for us.”

“I know Bryant’s been bringing prosthetic brochures. The asshole.” There wasn’t real venom in his words. He skimmed his hand up her leg, under her lingerie, and didn’t stop until he cupped a breast. “I think it’s time I do something, maybe talk to someone.”

“Whatever you want.”

“I want to be inside you.”

She carefully threw a leg over his waist and kept her wings from dislodging the bedding over his legs. That part would come later. She was primed for him, but she wouldn’t rush this moment. Life was going to