Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,32

such a contrast to the cool water, clenches around my fingers. I can’t wait to taste her and debate making her wait until I can figure out how to do that without drowning. No way am I taking her above the surface of the water.

This is risky enough without her naked body writhing on my face. I lick between her breasts, slowing down the assault of my fingers so she can focus on the heat of my mouth and my warm breath on her skin.

“Do you need to come, love?” I can’t help but snicker.

“You are doing this on purpose.” She slaps at me ineffectually. “You horrible, wretched man. You’re making me crazy.”

“That is my intent.”

“Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery. I can’t handle much more.”

I feel the truth of her words and debate giving her relief. I’ve made a decision, something going against everything I’ve said all night.

There’s no way I’m not sliding in her wet heat tonight. I didn’t misspeak when I said the rooms were soundproofed. I can take her in my room. The only question will be sneaking her out again.

Hot and clenching, I take her over the edge and watch as rapture flows through her with her release. She comes in waves as the walls of her pussy undulate against my fingers. Her body bucks, and her moans escalate into cries of pleasure. I stroke her through the orgasm and imagine how good it’s going to feel when I finally take her to bed.

Her arms loop over my shoulders, and she pulls herself close, burying her face against my neck.

“That was spectacular.”

“You liked that?” I can’t help but puff out my chest for a job well done.

“I feel…” She looks up and stares at me. “I’ve wanted to do that forever. I can’t believe this is really happening. I can’t believe I’m finally in your arms, touching you, loving you…” Her expression softens. “I’ve never been happier.” A meteor blazes across the sky, sparking in a million pieces as it falls. “Quick, make a wish.”

There’s no need to make a wish, not when I have everything I’ve ever wanted in my arms.

“Come.” I take her bikini bottoms and pull them off her arm, loving how much thought she put into that small act. This is much better than having to search a dark pool for the tiny thing. “Put those on.” I glance back toward Insanity. “Just in case anyone is up, I’m going to get out of the pool. Meet me in my room.” I give her the access code. “We’re nowhere near done.”

With her wide-eyed stare watching me go, I plan out how I want the rest of this night to go. My only problem is there are so many things I want to do that I don’t know where to begin.

I don’t look behind me as I exit the pool. Angel’s smart, and she knows how to be discreet. If anyone is going to fuck that up, it’ll be me. I’m simply too eager.

I make a beeline for my suite but pull up short when I see Forest in the kitchen. He shoves a chocolate chip cookie into his mouth, glacial gaze harder than ever.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, lover boy?”

Well, fuck.

Twelve

Angel

My skin tingles like tiny sparks dancing along my skin. Those electrical jolts gather to vibrate and buzz, between my legs, over my breasts, deep within my heart. I feel Spike everywhere.

The last vestiges of that coursing wave of pleasure roll through me, leaving a blissful, languid feeling following.

Absolute bliss.

I watch Spike walk away, my greedy eyes taking in his muscular frame. He’s heartbreakingly gorgeous. Dangerous. And mine.

He knows how to touch a woman. How to make his words turn into toe-curling vibrations fluttering across my skin. Those vibrations reverberate within me as I remember the decadent feeling of his mouth moving across my breasts. I shake with the amazing way it felt to be held by him, controlled by him, teased, tormented, and ultimately pleasured by him.

While he walks away, I put my bikini bottoms back on with shaky hands. I still haven’t fully recovered from that mind-blowing orgasm.

Who knew it felt that good?

Our evening is not over. Instead, it’s only beginning, and I can’t wait to feel his hands on me again, and that scruff of his beard between my legs, maybe? I know he’ll indulge me.

That thought makes my skin tighten and my nipples peak with excitement. My body responds to