Page 117 of Angel

Her mouth quirked, and I caught the joy in her eyes, which gave me a jolt.

Fuck, she was freakin’ stunning.

My cock jolted, and my body flooded with energy, wiping out any jet lag or lethargy from our flight back.

‘Come here, wifey, let me show you how much I cherish you.’

I cupped her jaw and slid my other hand to bring her close to me.

‘Thing is Rox, am I your husband?’

‘None else, sweet cheeks,’ she whispered, her palm cupping and squeezing my ass.

I laughed into her nape, wanting to meld into her.

‘Damn, you make my soul fly, woman,’ I growled. ‘You keep pulling me out of the dumpster fire of feelings and driving me wild. You’re so thoughtful, so kind to me, so beautiful.’

‘You going to carry on or are you going to make me scream, lyrical god?’

‘Damn, darlin’.

‘Make love to me Angel. Know what? Fuck me.’

Her eyes glistened, her mouth so wet and soft that my cock lurched.

‘Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?’ I growled, lifting her in my hold and striding into my room.

I threw her on the bed and without wasting a second, I reached for her jeans and tugged them down.

Chest heaving with need, I pulled back and undid my belt. Seconds later my clothes were flying, and I was back knee deep on the mattress, hands on her inner thighs.

My hand went to clit, twisting and rubbing, as she gushed on my palm.

‘Ready?’

‘Hurry up already, honey.’

Gliding over her, I slid into her heated, scorching pussy.

She moaned and threw her head back.

I lost all control, hips grinding, soul soaring as we both hit our bliss so fast, with her heels digging into my ass.

I continued pounding, and she kept shuddering until I collapsed into her nape, chest heaving, breath in harsh gasps, brimful with emotion for her.

She cupped the back of my head as I drew back, and we kissed for long and hard after.

In time, I shifted, sliding out of her and tracking to the bathroom to clean her up.

Before I eased back in to gather her close under the covers, as she nestled into me.

Ecstasy had nothing on this moment.

I woke with a start.

A thunderstorm battered the cedar trees outside my window, throwing dark, jagged shadows across the bedroom ceiling.

My arm rested on Roxy’s waist, her soft breaths warming my collarbone.