Page 83 of Angel

With a growl, I lifted her hand off and slid my still rigid member into her, fucking her as she bucked under me.

‘Heaven, baby, freakin’ ecstasy,’ I whispered into her ear as we trembled into each other, devastated, destroyed by the magnitude of our lovemaking.

We were insatiable and spent the next few hours going at it like rabbits.

We ended up in the shower with me sliding in and out of her, mouths fused as water cascaded over us.

When we emerged at lunchtime, it was only because we were both starving.

We raided the fridge and created a platter of prosciutto, fresh figs, grapes, cheese, croissants, and espresso.

We took it outside to the terrace where I placed Roxy between my legs on a lounge chair.

I fed her the fruit one by one, loving how delighted and sweet she smiled at the simple gesture.

After we ate, she painted some more and I played a few more riffs on my guitar.

However, I soon ended up just studying her.

I was getting addicted to how her nose crinkled when she concentrated.

I narrowed my eyes on her freckles dusting her cheeks, loving how she squinted whenever she lined up a stroke on her canvas.

I stared when her full lips bit down on the end of a paintbrush as she lost herself in the work.

Unable to resist, I kissed her long and hard until we ended up in bed again.

Mrs. Campanelli stayed away all day, leaving the keys to the kingdom in our hands.

The villa belonged to us, and we spent hours making love in almost every room, from the jacuzzi to the steam spa.

After a dinner of mussels in wine, we swam in the pool.

Dessert was Roxy’s thighs encircling my waist as I drove into her, gripping her ass, the water churning all over us as we both came together.

Roxy clung to me, her arms pinned around my neck, her legs clamped to my flank as we drifted near the edge.

Our upper skin stuck, hot and slick, as my heart pounded like a jackhammer from what we shared.

‘So beautiful, Roxy,’ I rasped, meaning every word as I took her mouth for a long, melding kiss, my cock still planted inside her.

When I tore it from her, she tucked her face into the curve of my shoulder.

Her warm breath hit my collarbone as three words slipped out of her lips.

‘I love you,’ she whispered.

My whole body locked up, my muscles running cold while my mind slammed the emergency brakes.

The utterance burned through me, dragging up ghost memories of Evangeline, the only woman who’d used those words with me, during a moment like this.

Hearing them come from Roxy sent a wave of panic surging through my gut, making me want to tear myself away from her grip.

She leaned back and tilted her head at me, her expression aghast as she bit her lip.

‘I didn’t mean to -.’

She ducked her head, her hands coming up to her face to cover her flushed cheeks.