Her hands pulled his shirt free of his pants and started to unbutton it, silently begging him to kiss her. Still he resisted. His hands closed around hers to stop her.
“Angel…” he groaned and finally lowered his mouth to the curve of her shoulder. “Ugh, God… we don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t we?” She backed away from him, not taking her eyes off of him.
His chest, revealed by the open shirt, was magnificent, as Angel had known it would be; the hard muscles moving in a beautiful dance as Alex removed his jacket and threw it over a chair. “No,” he answered quietly.
“Don’t you want me?”
“Without question, but I find myself in unfamiliar territory. I want to see you after tonight, and I don’t want you thinking I’m a cad.”
Angel, on the other hand, was silently praying that a good roll in the hay would purge this man from her system. Could she be bold enough to take him down and leave him shaken to the point where he couldn’t resist? She decided to be honest about her intentions.
“Here is where I stand, Alex. I hate how confused I feel and how out of control I am in this. Believe me… this isn’t me.” She was trying to get clarity on Alex. Surely he had been with women this soon before.
He drew in his breath. “And you think sex will put it into perspective?”
“The only thing I know it will do for sure is ease the aching.” Her words shot straight to his cock as she moved closer again and ran her finger down his bare chest, across his abdominals to the waistband of his pants. His body was as perfect, as hard as she imagined. The muscles rippled under her fingers.
Her perfume and the smell of her skin assaulted his senses.
“You are aching, right?” Her voice was seducing him, sultry, and she moved her hand lower, brushing the bulge in his pants. “Mmmm… yes,” she whispered against his jaw.
Fucking hell. Is she really all that she seems? he wondered. Aching was an understatement. Her closeness, her hands on him, the warmth of her breath against his skin, and her mouth so fucking close, was killing his resolve.
Everything in Alex screamed for him to take her. She wanted him; he felt it in her response and heard it drip off her words. He knew that fucking her would be earthshaking, and his body throbbed and shook with anticipation like it never had before. His eyes burned over her, taking in the long expanses of bare skin and imagining more.
Angel moved away from him into the living room, letting him look at her, and making his heart thunder in his chest, his cock so full it hurt. The only light came in from the Chicago skyline, casting her in shadow and wrapping her in a mystery that he wanted to solve. He only saw the outline of her body, but he followed almost against his will. She didn’t speak, but her arms rose to the back of her neck as she undid the clasp of her dress. Alex’s heart stopped as he realized her intentions. Angel turned, holding the open neckline to her with one arm, the material now free of her shoulders. She was acting out one of his fantasies right before his eyes, but this was more vivid, more exciting, than any fantasy he’d ever had.
Their eyes met and locked, the room dark and silent. After a moment’s hesitation, she let the dress fall to her feet.
He couldn’t breathe. Her outline against the Chicago night was everything a man could want in a woman: slim waist, softly swelling hips, full, perfectly round, firm breasts; still in her heels and thong, she was perfection.
His cock was overly engorged and straining against his dress pants to the point of pain, his breathing erratic… he was done. Lost. No way he could resist now.
“Angel…” He moved slowly toward her and traced his fingers lightly over her delicate collarbones and down, until both palms were cupping the outline of her breasts. He closed his eyes as his thumbs brushed the pebbled hardness of her nipples. “Jesus Christ! You’re so beautiful.”
She let him explore her body, her heart threatening to explode, soft sighs and moans falling from her lips. She never wanted a man’s touch so much, even though they barely knew each other, she’d never felt more right with someone. Something about it felt inevitable, like the rushing of water over Niagara Falls, powerful and unstoppable.
His hands brushed her waist and the swell of her hips, over her bare butt cheeks, the contours firm beneath his light touch. He felt that to touch her more firmly might make her evaporate into thin air.
Angel shivered and thrilled at his heavy breathing. He wanted her and it made her feel more powerful than she’d ever been.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered, his mouth tracing hotly up the cord of her neck toward her ear.
“I don’t want to wait that long…” Her fingers slid over his chest and down, her heart thumping wildly at the soft line of hair she felt leading below the waist of his slacks. The truth was; the bedroom was more personal than Angel wanted to risk. “I want to feel you, Alex,” she breathed out.
He turned her around and over onto the back of the couch and let his hands explore the front of her body, plunging underneath the silk at her sex. “Ahhhh…” He moaned when his fingers encountered her smooth, hairless folds. He wanted to look at her, wanted to place his mouth where his fingers were. He bit down lightly on her shoulder when his fingers found her hot wetness. He’d hit the point of no return and his movements became less gentle and more urgent, each breath heavier than the last. His mouth dragging over the bare skin of her shoulders and neck, he pressed his swollen hardness into her bare ass at the same time as his fingers stroked her roughly, over and over. Alex left her panting.
“God, it feels so good to have your hands on me,” she ground out.
“Uhhh, fuck. I love touching you like this. I need to hear you come. I’ve lain awake consumed with it, Angel.” His expert fingers worked on her, one squeezing her nipples and massaging her flat stomach below her navel and the other switching between direct stimulation of her clit and plunging two fingers inside her to imitate what he wanted to do with his dick.
Her heart thrummed in her chest. He was so fucking sexy: his scent, his voice, his words and his body, the confident way he moved, how he knew exactly how to please a woman. God, she was helpless to stop the delicious tightening that was growing within her. She clenched around his fingers and Alex groaned. “God, my cock is so jealous of my fingers right now.”
“It feels too good. I don’t want it to end yet,” she panted softly. Angel reached behind her so that both hands could close around him. He was long and thick, surging against her hands. They explored each other, their touches becoming desperate and frantic.
“Baby, I’ll give you more. You’ve got to let it go. I’ll give you more; as much as you want.”
She was unraveling against her will, shuddering and quaking in his arms, and still he was relentless, drawing every delicious twitch from her until her breathing evened out slightly. His was still rough, not yet to his release. Alex was wound as tight as a drum.
Angel turned in his arms and slid her hands up his chest, pulling the remaining buttons free, then moving into his hair, her mouth reaching for his. His arms tightened and lifted her so that her mouth was on the same level as his and her butt was barely resting on the back of the couch, and her legs went around his waist. They kissed hungrily, devouring and sucking on each other’s mouths. She moaned into his mouth, and he wanted to haul her up the stairs and throw her on his bed. Alex pressed his pelvis into hers, slowly but in hard repetitions.
“I need to feel you inside me. I need to make you come. Are you ready for me?” Angel asked boldly. She wasn’t sure who was talking, but it didn’t matter because it spurred him on and that was what she needed.