Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,11
I find a blissful moment of clarity and make a decision. I’m not going to fuck Angel, at least not today. Her sexual education is sub-par at best.
Three boys. Not one orgasm?
Hell to the no, as far as that goes. By the time I’m done with her, Angel will be coming on my fingers, my face, and finally my cock, but I’m going to take my time. I’m going to make this last, and I’m going to fucking blow her mind.
“Why do I get the impression your way means no fucking?”
“You’re too eager to slide into home plate. Trust me, sweetie, the journey is definitely where the fun is. Don’t be so quick to reach the finish line.”
“So, no sex?” Her brows knit together in confusion.
“Oh, baby, we’re going to have lots and lots of sex.”
“I don’t get it.”
“And you won’t, unless you promise to let me take the lead.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Only that we’re going to have a lot of fun, but we move at my pace.” And for the first time in my life, that means taking things slow.
It’s official.
I’ve totally gone out of my mind.
Five
Angel
Move at his pace? What does that even mean? As far as I know, Spike’s pace is lightning fast, but instead of stripping us out of our clothes, he takes my hand.
My hand.
Not even a kiss?
“What are you doing?” I glance down at the way our hands fit seamlessly together. His are calloused from playing the guitar; his fingers long, strong, and supremely talented. If those fingers are as good at playing a woman’s body as they are a guitar, I’m in luck.
“What just went through that head of yours?”
I can’t help but bite my lower lip. It makes the throbbing between my legs more tolerable.
“Why?”
“Because, I want to know.”
“Can’t let you know all my secrets.”
“Honey, you’re about ready to keep zero secrets from me. You can either tell me, or…” He doesn’t finish whatever it is and just arches an imperious brow and patiently waits for me to fill in the gap.
“I was thinking about how our hands fit so well together.”
“I’m sure that’s not all that’s going to fit well together.” He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. His black hair swishes in front of his eyes and he gives a practiced flip of his head. Those dark eyes of his land back on me, where they smolder and spark with lust.
“That’s what I was thinking about.” I twist around, taking a look at the ocean. “We could stay down here, fool around a little, fuck…”
He pulls to a stop and faces me. Taking my other hand in his, he stoops down until we’re eye to eye. That’s another thing I love about Spike. I love how he’s so much taller than me. It makes me feel small and feminine. The perfect counterpart to his tall, dominating frame.
“Here’s the first rule.”
“Rule?”
“Yes, rule number one.”
“Why are there rules?”
“Because, I’m going to find it very difficult saying no to you.”
“Isn’t that what the chick says? The guy wants sex and she says no?”
“Are you saying no?”
“Hell no. I mean, yes. I’m definitely saying yes, just don’t understand why we have to have rules.”
“Because, I have very little control when it comes to you.”
“Honestly, that doesn’t sound like a problem to me.” I tug on my hands, ready to show him exactly how ready I am, but his grip tightens and he refuses to release my hands.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
“Don’t, what?” There’s no way he can know what I was about to do.
“No way are you peeling that top off your hot, little body.”
“I wasn’t…”
“You know you were, and temptation like that will most likely work. Like I said, my restraint is hanging by a thread.”
I lower my voice to a whisper. “Break the thread, Spike. Break the thread.”
“Not happening.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve never had a proper orgasm.”
“Um, isn’t that exactly why we would fuck?”
“I’m going to drown you in so much pleasure you’re not going to be able to see straight for weeks, but we’re not jumping into bed together.”
“That’s totally fine with me. I’m more interested in jumping your bones than jumping in bed.”
“Jumping my bones?” He snorts and releases my hands. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Well, I’m serious. Let me climb all that masculine perfection and…”
“Learn to walk before you run, babe. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
“I’ve always fantasized about getting fucked against a wall. Or just standing.” Or really, just getting absolutely fucked by a