Page 121 of The Man with a Treasure

The stars in her eyes floated in a sea of emotion. “You did it, Angel. As my lover, you gave me happy tears.” Those precious lips trembled as she gave me the most beautiful smile I may ever see. She whispered, “Thank you.”

Something in that divine smile made this concrete for me. I knew that for her, I would possess every ounce of self-control she would ever need of me. “Star, untie me.”

As if she was so ready for me to take charge, she rushed up my body. Her delicate fingers trembled while fighting the restraints. I kissed the inner thigh of the leg laying across me while she stretched to reach. “You’re okay. I almost have you.”

Tears fell down her lovely face. “Angel.”

“Right here.” Once untied, my left arm raced to hold her as I sat up, leaving my right arm wrenched awkwardly behind me. But I didn’t care. My muscles could rip from my bone as long as she knew I had her. “Right here. I’m right here.”

“Angel.”

“Right here.” Her clothed breasts were in my face as she reached and fought to untie my other hand, but I did not take a taste. I didn’t have permission.

Once my other hand was released, it only wanted her.

Scarlett melted to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love your hands on me.”

“They never want to let you go.”

“Don’t let them.” Scarlett found my mouth and took it as her prisoner.

I had never been so elated to be caught, captured.

“Angel, I don’t want clothes between us.”

No questions asked, I pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it aside.

I had seen Scarlett naked many times, but not like this. Never like this. She was the essence of all that could make a man become a slave to desire.

“I don’t want sheets between us.”

She merely had to mention her want, and it happened. I kicked the sheet from my legs so that nothing was between us except for our burning passion, so heated it could blaze through every layer of the Devil’s ice.

“Yes. I want all of you.”

Then all of me is yours.

“Angel, show me everything I missed as a young woman.”

Affection. Respect. Adoration. I showed her all of it, through each and every kiss I placed on her soul-stirring body.

“Do to me what should have been done.”

Permission… I carried her body until I was ready to lay her down and make love to the most courageous soul I had ever known.

“Give me every part of you.”

Hoping she understood all I was offering by covering her body with mine, I laid on top of her, wanting to replace all her ghosts with the memory of me.

“I ache.”

I do, too, my shooting Star. Sinking between her thighs, I prepared to cross a barrier that should never have been stolen from her. I felt we were both experiencing a first. Those men may have stolen her virginity, but I was capturing her soul.

“Higher,” she whispered.

Here I was, about to give away the heart I had sworn I could never give away again. I guess Scarlett wasn’t the only one being brave. “The best part of flying is learning how to fall.”

As I slid inside her perfection, Scarlett arched underneath me, her eyes falling shut, her mouth wide, as she inhaled one long breath.