Wounded Angel (The Earth Angels) - By Stacy Gail Page 0,61
to use the new and improved powers stirring to life inside him. Putting them into play by finding Rainier and his demon before they found them was vital. Only he didn’t have a clue how to spark a vision—if that was what they really were—and he couldn’t do anything until he had more to go on when it came to finding out the identity of the demon itself.
As much as it sucked, it was now a game of sit back and wait. And nowhere was it written that he couldn’t enjoy himself while he waited.
“I hope this bed’s sturdier than the last one.” He smiled at the memory, tingling with a flush of desire that was so intense it made him light-headed. It was as though he was drunk on her—the feel of her, the taste of her. In that moment, his main ambition in life was to wallow in the sensations she created in him and never resurface.
Her purring little laugh turned him inside out. “We’re good, but we’re not so good I expect the furniture to break every time.”
“I don’t know about that. There’s no way I can hold myself back once I’m inside you. Just the feel of you...you don’t know. It’s like I lose my mind. Myself. Everything.”
“It’s the same for me.”
“Good.” His hands rubbed over her back, and the veil of her clothing was suddenly an intolerable barrier. When he tugged at the fabric, she helped him pull it off, then discarded the sports bra beneath in quick, naturally graceful movements. Naked from the waist up, Ella rose to meet the ravenous descent of his lips.
Her mouth was a perfect fit for his, when Nate knew there was no such thing as perfection. Her taste wasn’t just addictive; somewhere along the way it had become essential to his continued existence. The alluring dance of her tongue was a tease he had no hope of resisting, pulling him down so deep he thought he might drown in the glory of a single kiss.
The world did a quiet fade. Her hands roamed down his back until they cupped the contours of his ass, her fingers squeezing as if she liked what she felt before sliding them beneath the edge of his shirt. She caressed the small of his back until she kicked off a shiver of pleasure, then flattened her palms to push him closer until not even light separated them.
The bulge behind his zipper grew, pulsing with an achy heaviness that made his breath shorten until he was all but panting. Dizzying need throbbed through his veins, tightening and lengthening sensitized flesh until the ability to think trickled away. He whispered her name while the constriction of his clothes squeezed him, an exquisite frustration to bear, and he was happy to endure it to savor what was to come.
She sucked on his lower lip once, twice, as if she couldn’t get enough of his taste. Then she looked up at him with those unfamiliar blue eyes now burning with a hunger that almost buckled him in two. “What do I have to do to get you out of these clothes?”
Thank you, God, for this woman. “Are they bothering you?”
He felt the material of his shirt tighten a moment before she yanked it up and over his head, only to toss it to the floor where her bra had landed. “Does that answer your question?”
“I like the way you communicate.” He sucked in a ragged breath that tore through the silence when she pressed her mouth to his chest. The whorl of her tongue against his skin made his already hard flesh thrum so fiercely he thought he’d lose his mind with the sweet agony. “Damn. You have a definite way with words.”
“Life is too short for subtlety.” She nuzzled her face against the place where his heart hammered away, as if she couldn’t get enough of the feel of him, and something deeper than mere muscle clenched in his chest. How strange, that a touch like that could move him more profoundly than anything else they’d shared. “When I’m with you, skin against skin, you make me believe there’s a heaven.”
“Ella.” Nate couldn’t find the words. She made him weak, even as she gave him the strength to take on the universe. She spawned both an unquenchable desire and a tenderness that shattered him, even as he yearned to throw her on her back and take her like a savage.