Ablaze (13 page)

It was the thought that waking up together
was only for couples that catapulted him off the bed. He and Angel were
definitely not a couple. Lovers? No. He may be attracted to Angel, but
definitely not in love. Good God. He hoped not. Love only brought pain. Just
look at what happened to Angel. She fell in love with an asshole and ended up
with a broken heart. He loved Camille and what did she do? Shred him like an
unwanted scrap of paper. Even if Angel was far different from Camille and he
fell for her, there would come a time when pain and jealousy would drown out
love. He didn't want that. He would settle with what they had at the moment--pleasurable
time in bed. Remembering how Angel fell apart in his arms, his body came fully
awake again. Fuckin eh. A fucking twenty-nine-year-old should be able to
control his emotions. Dylan stood up from his chair to adjust his jeans. Having
an erection in the middle of the day alone, happened only to a pubescent boy,
not a grown man.

He sat down again and stared at his laptop.
Just as he predicted, he would lose precious time and days writing because of Angel.
Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? He was still staring at his blinking
cursor when he sensed someone watching him. He looked toward the open double
doors and sure enough, someone was watching him.
Angel
.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight
of the woman that unraveled his solid mind standing at the bottom step of the stairs.
She wore a pair of low hip-hugger jeans that showed her small waist and curvaceous
hips. Her pink tank top was snug enough he could see her flat stomach that he
licked and nibbled on last night. And her breasts… God, those breasts were too
perfect for his hands. This morning, her hair that she tied in a messy bun looked
dark yellow like the color of grain field Oh, yeah. She was one beautiful woman
and she was his last night.

His.
A strong
invincible punch hit his gut. He couldn't explain it, but he liked the idea
that she was his. Dylan closed his laptop, stood up and then walked toward
Angel who gave him her wobbled smile as if she was embarrassed to see him. Ah,
she was most likely suffering from the morning-after sex shyness, which with
his experience with women, a normal reaction especially when the heat of
passion dissipated and senses were back to normal. He wondered if she regretted
what happened last night.

Returning Angel's smile, his gaze roamed
around her face. He noticed the soft pink color on her sweet lips, her soft
cheeks flushed like the reflection of sunset on the water of Puget Sound. Her
face was so feminine and so beautiful, he ached to touch her again.

"You're staring at me so intently, I
feel like a nude statue in a museum." Angel's smile widened.

Dylan laughed. He remembered saying the same
thing last night. "You're better than a statue."

"Oh? Why is that?"

Dylan stood in front of her with his hands
in his pockets. This was where the whole kissing thing, which led to them
making love, had started. Now, here they were teasing each other again. If they
carry on like this, he would end up taking her upstairs instead of at the
beach.

"You're warm. You could make a man
forget everything with your kiss, and you taste heavenly."

Angel's cheeks reddened. His dick hardened.
Holy shit.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a fish that's been whacked on the
ground, but I'm good."

"I'm sorry."

"Just kidding. How about you?"

"Never been better. I feel like I've
spent a wonderful time with an angel."

"And now you're tinkering with your
laptop just like when I came here yesterday. What are you doing? Anything
interesting online?"

"Just checked my email and now surfing
the Internet."

"Shopping at Amazon?"

"Once in a while."

"Alright. I'll leave you and your
laptop alone. I'll walk around the market."

"I can't let you walk out there alone.
What if someone steals you away from me? Manfred will kill me for sure. I hate
to think what Minnie would do to me if something happens to you."

"I'm not a little girl."

"Baby, I know that." He placed his
two fingers beneath her chin. "You're just too beautiful to go out there
alone."

"Manfred already told me, a hundred
times, never to talk to strangers. Don't worry. I won't and I will not do
anything that might ruin Manfred's trust. I'll be careful. Go surf the net. I'll
see you--"

Dylan stopped her with a kiss. He meant to
stop her from incessant blabbering, but the moment their lips touched, his
sexual desire went into an overdrive. Damn, how could one simple kiss spark an
ache in his dick? He tried to kiss her slowly and thoughtfully, but his calm
was shattered when Angel breathed through her open mouth and licked his upper
lip. Her tentative lick sent lust to its highest peak. He traced with his own
tongue the fullness of her lower lip and then captured Angel's inquisitive tongue
between his lips. He began sucking her, imagining it was her clit he was nibbling.
Like last night.

Angel moaned.

He cupped her ass and ground his dick just
above her pubic bone. Damn, it was fucking delicious. He wanted to rip off her
tank top, bury his face in between her breasts, and inhale her scent. With his
body screaming to taste and claim her again, he unzipped her short zipper.

"Dylan, Tony's going to see us again."

"No. He's not here. The restaurant is
locked from the inside. Damn, you're hot. Spread your legs, baby. Let me feel
you."

"Dylan," she began to protest, but
spread her legs anyway.

The moment her legs parted, Dylan snaked his
hand inside her shorts and found her warm and wet. "Fuck, baby, you're
weeping. I love it." He breathed through his clamped teeth as he spread
her own juice around her pussy. "You're fantastic."

"Hmm…oh God. Ohhh…"

"Hang on to the banister." Dylan
pulled Angels shorts down, then shucked them off.

"Dylan," Angel breathed his name.

"Yes, baby. You're gonna like this."
He lowered himself in front of Angel, then ran his fingers up and down her wet
thong. "Beautiful," he said before moving her thong aside to lick her
glistening pussy.

Angel screamed with pleasure. Dylan nearly
ejaculated right then and there. Breathing harshly, he hooked his thumbs on the
thin waistline of her thong and pulled it all the way down to her feet.

Anchoring Angel's leg on his shoulder, he stared
at her exposed pussy for a brief second before he began eating her--practically.
Delicious, fucking aphrodisiac and she was his. He trapped her clit in between
his lips, let go of it and then he sucked the tiny flesh that gave both of them
pleasure. How he loved licking a woman. After giving Angel's clit enough
attention, he flattened his tongue on her opening before he speared her with
it.

Angel moved her hips, fucking his mouth. Shit.
He knew what she wanted. Using his three fingers, he slowly penetrated her.

Angel gasped. He stopped. When she moved her
hips again, he penetrated her deeper while his mouth continued to suck her
clit.

"Dylan, please…"

"Please what, baby?"

"I want…more."

Dylan grinned.
Me, too.
He pulled his
fingers out, let go of her clit, and then lowered her leg. "Sit down,
babe."

"Here?"

"Yes. It's okay." He helped Angel
sit and kept her legs wide open with his hands on her knees. Her dewy pussy
glistened. "You want more, baby?"

"Yes."

"You'll have it. Lift your tank. I want
to see your breasts."

Angel complied. Heck, she was one
uninhibited woman. "Fucking beautiful." Dylan stood up and unbuttoned
his fly. As soon as he pulled his pants down, his dick sprung. Freedom.

Angel panted and swallowed visibly. "You're
huge."

"We fit, babe. Remember?"

"I know." She moved from her
position to reach for him. Angel ran her hands on his thighs and on his butt. "You're
weeping also."

Dylan had a hard time breathing, watching
Angel move closer and closer to his cock. He knew what she meant to do and the
anticipation was killing him. Finally, she wrapped her fingers around his
throbbing cock. She moved her hand up and down, pumping it slowly.

"Angel…"

"You tasted me. Now, I want to taste
you," she whispered and then she took him in her mouth.

Dylan groaned and gripped Angel's hair. "Ah,
baby." He moved his hips in a thrusting motion as he watched his dick move
in and out of her mouth. "Fucking good. Like that? Yeah, oh yeah. Suck it."

He was long and didn't want to make Angel
gag so he controlled his thrust although his body screamed to fuck hard.

Angel ran her fingers through his pubic hair
and over his balls slowly. She looked up and gazed into his eyes. Licking his
sensitive head, she looked down again and then began sucking his cock while her
hand moved up and down his shaft.

Dylan enjoyed watching her. This was
definitely heaven, but he was close to losing his control. Gently, he cupped
her chin, silently telling her to stop.

Angel wiped her mouth and then sat back down
again. "You taste good. I've never done it before."

"Never?" He leaned in front of
Angel again and sucked her clit. He bit her, but not hard enough to cause pain.

"Never. Willy--"

"Shhh. I don't want to talk about him
right now."

"This is wicked. Making love on the
stairs is new to me, too."

Dylan lifted his head to stare at Angel. "Seems
you have a lot to try. We'll do this in every part of this condo." He drew
her clit into his mouth the way one would a nipple.

"Dylan, Dylan… God, don't stop."

He didn't. He didn't let go of Angel's clit
until her ass contracted and she screamed his name. Dylan, flattened his tongue
and gave Angel one long lick. Hard and throbbing, he took Angel's hand as he moved
from his position to sit on the floor. He didn't have to tell Angel his intent
as she sat on his lap, facing him. "Ride me."

One hand on his shoulder, Angel wrapped her
fingers around his shaft once more and guided him to her entry. Slowly, she
lowered herself inch by inch.

Dylan gripped her hip. Her slow descent was
killing him, but he didn't rush her. She was in control, on top. It was her
move. He caressed her back, arm, hips, the undersides of her breasts, all the
while staring at Angel's beautiful face. Her brow furrowed and a thin sheen of
perspiration formed on her upper lip. He licked it off. "You're beautiful."

Angel opened her eyes. She was panting and
her tempo was getting faster. "Dylan," she said.

"Yeah?"

"I want to come again."

"You will, baby." He reached down
where their bodies met and touched her wet clit. "You will. Come on, fuck
me." He was close to reaching his orgasm. Fuck, so close. He ground his
hips and met Angel's thrust. The intense pleasure brought out the primal beast
deep inside him. He wanted to shove his dick deep and hard inside her, fuck her
until he touched her womb. Give them both satisfaction.

He put pressure on Angel's clit and quickly
rotated it. He could feel her contract, milking him. "That's it, baby. Let
it go, let it go."

Angel's thrust became frantic, her mouth
open and her fingers scoring his shoulders. Oh, he loved it.

"Yes, yes, Dylan. Yes!"

Dylan wrapped an arm around Angel's waist
and moved his hips upward. "Yeah, baby. Fuck!" He thrust one more
time and released his seed.

They stayed in the same position until their
breathing came back to normal. He liked what happened last night, minutes ago,
and what was still happening even though it was against his principles. And he
realized one thing, too. It didn't matter if he jacked-off twice a day, a sight
of Angel would still make him burn. He leaned his forehead against her with his
eyes closed.

 "You know, you're taking too much
liberty of kissing me."

"Just so you know, I don't normally do
this with anybody."

"Wow. Lucky me."

Baby, what have you done to me?
Dylan cupped Angel's face, planted a kiss on her lips
and then pulled her in for a tight hug. "I had a wonderful time last
night. Maybe tonight we'll get past page one of
Meet Me at Pier 59
."

"Tonight?"

"Why?" He looked at her and then
waggled his brows. "I get it. You want me to read now. Okay, let's go
upstairs, baby. We could start with the porn part of the book."

"Don't be a goof. Dylan…"

"Yeah?

"I'm thoroughly enjoying this, but
after a month, I'm going back to North Carolina."

"Shh. Don't worry about tomorrow. One
day at a time, baby. Let's stick with my plan of taking you out, showing you
around, plus we add the
reading.
Let's have fun. I want you to forget the
reason why you're here, what your ex said about you being a cold fish, which by
the way, is a fucking lie. I want you to forget about your pain. When you go
back to North Carolina, I want you to remember your stay here."