Warlock's Angel - Marly Mathews Page 0,43
the Whites are no slouches when it comes to supernatural talent.” He glanced around the house. “I think I should probably go. I haven’t had my second cup of coffee and I’m starving. I’ll have to go and make sure that Dad hasn’t done something stupid. If you could bring yourself to coming and seeing him, he’d like to see you before we leave again for the far distant regions of space. Dad can’t stick around here for long. Earth reminds him too much of Mom.”
She snorted. “Of course he can’t stay, and that’s the way it should be. The farther he is from Oliver and me, the better off we shall all be. I’ll see you later, Adrian.”
He pulled her into an awkward hug, patted her on the back and then left.
“Some family,” Oliver muttered as she turned back to look at him.
“We’re a complicated bunch. My relationship with Anya is much closer and we can actually hug each other without looking like we’re sucking on sour lemons.”
He laughed. “Well, some men do have issues with expressing themselves emotionally.”
“I’ve often wondered if my brother and father have that or if they just have no emotions,” she said, sighing. “At any rate, I probably should go and see them so we can get rid of them faster. Anya will be arriving any day now, and once he gets to see her he will want to leave. He likes Anya more than he likes me—I think she was the daughter he wanted.”
Oliver’s electric-blue eyes filled with concern. “I am sorry to hear that. He just doesn’t realize what he has, that’s all. And if he’s like that, he’s more fool than father,” he said, touching her lightly on her cheek. She leaned into his gentle caress then walked back into the bedroom. She took off her dress and looked around to see him eyeing her hungrily. She shivered beneath his carnal stare.
“I like the way you look now,” he said, raking his gaze over her body, scantily clad in the barely there panties he’d conjured for her and the sexy bra that had showed more than it covered.
She smiled lovingly at him and thrilled at his touch when he gently caressed a trail from her chin down to her cleavage. Her nipples hardened in anticipation. He deftly undid the clasp on the bra and let it fall to the floor. Dropping to his knees, he reached up and cupped her breast with one hand while he used the other to slowly inch her panties down around her ankles. Grasping her ass with his hands, he pulled her against him and gave her a hot kiss on her nether regions. She sucked in a lungful of air as electric shivers of delight started to thrum through her. She was already wet and ready for him to pleasure her, but he seemed intent on taking her to new heights with his mouth first.
His tongue had a slight roughness to it, which only intensified her want for him as he slowly started to torture her with it. When he added his fingers to the mix, her world tilted on its axis. Her breathing ragged, she clutched at his hair. She wasn’t going to make it out of this lovemaking session without being totally shattered—in a good way. Her orgasm rushed over her in a crashing wave that made her see white. “By the Gods, Oliver, I adore you.”
He smiled devilishly up at her and got to his feet. She wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he’d just bestowed on her but he seemed to have other ideas. He took her over to the bed and put her on the edge. Lifting her legs, he placed them on his shoulders and drove into her as deeply as he could. She groaned as he set a slow rhythm at first and kept his gaze pinned on her face. She blushed hotly, wishing that they could do this in the dark as she felt so self-conscious in this vulnerable state.
As if he could read her mind, he said, “I love watching your face while we make love, Dallas. It tells me all I need to know on whether or not you like what I’m doing.”
She gave him a soft smile as he sped up the pace. His control was waning. She could see that by the tightly controlled expression on his face. He was about to reach his climax and so was she. Their love