Bishop's Angel (4 page)

Bishop nodded but remained quiet.

“Diana and I hit it off and became best
friends.” Angel hesitated before adding, “She understood why you
couldn’t make her wedding, Bishop.”

“Yeah, I’ve missed out on a lot of family
things over the years. When we’re on furlough and we get the call
we drop what we’re doing and go, and we don’t know how long we’ll
be gone. Our objectives are top secret. We don’t share information
with anyone, not even our spouses.”

“So you’re here today, gone tomorrow?” He
nodded. “That’s gotta be a tough life, Bishop.”

“I’ve had plenty of time to get used to it.”
Resignation was heavy in his tone. “Makes it easy when you don’t
have any commitments.”

Angel nodded, feeling a little sad for him
inside. “Diana told me you’ve been a SEAL for almost ten years.
Don’t you want what other people have? A home, and family?” She
gave him time to respond but he remained silent. “Maybe it’s time
for a change.”

He released a deep breath. “I’ve given that
some thought lately. I like what I do.” He finished his coffee.
“What do you do Angel?” he asked, changing the subject.

As always, when the subject of what she did
for a living came up a huge smile spread across her face. She loved
her job. “I teach kindergarten in a private school.”

Bishop’s brows rose. “Ladybug Academy with
Diana?” She confirmed it with a nod. “So you’re on vacation for the
summer.”

“Yep, when Diana and Alex get back I’m
heading to North Carolina for a month. I love the mountains.”

“Alone?”

“No. A group of us go at different times
during the month of July. We rent a cabin on the lake. I’m the only
one who goes for the whole month.” His query about whether she went
alone made a thought pop into her head. “I don’t have a, ah,
boyfriend right now. If I did I wouldn’t have let you, I wouldn’t
have, ah—”

“It’s okay.” He got up and walked around the
island toward her, clearly amused at her stammering. “I didn’t
exactly give you a chance to stop me this morning.”

“Stopping you never crossed my mind,” Angel
said softly, wondering what he would think if she told him the
truth.

Her interest had begun after listening to
Diana’s stories about him and reading the letters he’d written to
her. Her fascination escalated when he’d sent the picture that was
now on the mantle over the fireplace. Granted, it was a snapshot of
Bishop with his team. They were all dressed in full combat gear,
including their weapons. Something in Bishop’s blue eyes, the
strength and character of a good man, the slight smile on his
sensual mouth and the impact of his uniform had captivated her. The
effect of meeting him finally hadn’t prepared her for the emotions
that had taken over.

Angel didn’t move when Bishop reached around
her and set his empty cup in the sink. They were so close she could
feel the heat radiate off his body, could breathe in his subtle
scent. She held her breath, her tongue slipping out to wet her
bottom lip. His gaze dropped there, and she heard his quick intake
of air. Slowly his hand came up and the next thing Angel knew his
thumb was brushing across that lip.

“So soft,” he said in a low tone. “I’ve
wanted something good in my life for a long time Angel.” He lowered
his face until it was close to hers. “And you’re about as good as
it gets.”

She didn’t have time to wonder about his
comment because the next thing she knew his mouth had moved over
hers, gentle at first, as if he were testing her acceptance or
waiting for her rejection. But that was silly, because Angel had
already given him everything she had to offer. She wondered what he
thought of a woman who did that, and got her answer when his kiss
grew rougher and he thrust his tongue inside her mouth with a groan
of hunger. As his body crushed hers against the sink she moaned and
brought her hands up to his chest.

He pulled away sharply. “Fuck!” he rasped,
leaving Angel gasping with confusion. “I just wanted to kiss you.
To see if your soft body against mine would be enough.”

Angel shook her head with confusion.
“Enough? I don’t understand.” His kiss had lit her body up like a
Christmas tree.
How can he just pull away like that? Doesn’t he
feel something, too?

His chuckle held little humor. “But it’s not
enough, Angel.” His gaze held hers captive. “I want to lose myself
in you. My cock is so hard I hurt.” His hands fell to her waist and
he pulled her against him. “Feel what you do to me. You have a
powerful effect on me.”

She caught her breath, feeling proof that
his dick was as hard as he said. Fire erupted inside her knowing
that it was for her.
She
turned him on. The knowledge made
her bold, and she slowly pulled his head down toward her. “I’m not
going to stop you, Bishop.” She said the words against his
mouth.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?”

How could she tell him that she was already
half in love with him? It was too soon for a declaration like that.
Besides, he wasn’t looking for love, and Angel didn’t want to
frighten him away.

“Angel?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I need something, too.
Something only you can give me.”

This time when Bishop kissed her he held
nothing back. She was back up against the counter and being forced
backwards over the sink by the force of his lusty attack. The
pleasure of his steamy kiss, and the intimate caresses of his hands
overrode any inklings of pain threatening to break through. Angel
didn’t mind the force of his possession. His lack of control made
her feel alive and gave her the courage to reciprocate.

Thank God he was only wearing his boxers and
she her night shirt, because instincts warned Angel it was going to
be a hard, fast fuck. The kind she’d fantasized about but had only
ever read about in her favorite erotic romance novels. Bishop’s
hands were all over her, exploring her breasts, waist, and hips
like he hadn’t before. A sound of excitement rushed from her when
his hard hands traveled down her thighs and back up until he was
cupping her butt and holding her tightly to him. All the while her
hands moved over his torso, while her hips thrust into the cradle
of his.

A cry of surprise sounded through the
kitchen when she found herself lifted onto the counter. Bishop
pulled her nightshirt down her shoulders and arms, kissing his way
over her flesh as he exposed it. Angel’s head fell back against a
cupboard, and she arched her body into his kisses, while wet
excitement flowed freely between her legs. She couldn’t remember
ever being so aroused.

“Oh God, Bishop!” Angel’s hands fell to his
head while he suckled her breasts and nipples. “I need you now!”
She raked her nails down his back to his boxers, where she tried to
pull them down his hips. “Please…”

Without taking a break from loving her body
he slipped his boxers down easily, and Angel guessed by his
movements that he had kicked them aside. Now they were both naked
and glistening with arousal, moving against each other wildly,
their combined pants echoing through the kitchen with steamy
heat.

Before Angel could prepare herself she was
pulled to the edge of the counter. They both glanced down between
them, seeing her plump glistening pussy, and his vein riddled,
blood engorged cock. Bishop took his dick in his hand and moved in
until he was able to run the purple head up and down her slit. Then
ever so slowly he parted the folds and teased her clit. A whimper
escaped Angel and she couldn’t control the violent trembling of her
body as she anticipated his thrust home.

“Now, Bishop.” She gave the lobe of his ear
a not so gentle nip. “Fuck me.”

Her words fueled the fire of hunger between
them. Needing no further encouragement, he thrust forward and
penetrated Angel’s welcoming body with one smooth plunge. They both
moaned, as he filled her cavern completely, appeasing an itch they
both had.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Bishop grated,
holding himself still. His cock, on the other hand, was stoking the
embers with every pulsing twitch.

All of a sudden his hand moved between them,
his index finger flicking over Angel’s swollen clit. She was slowly
dying with pleasure and, giving herself up to his administrations,
she closed her eyes and rocked her hips. It didn’t take long to
reach the pinnacle of orgasm. Bishop knew what he was doing. As she
rode the wave to fulfillment he began to thrust fast and furious to
catch up.

“Uuuuhhhh!” Angel was helpless to do
anything but cling to Bishop.

“Aaaaaaahh,” Bishop followed with a rasp,
convulsing violently.

They held each other tightly, powerless to
do anything but surf the explosive rapture rendering them weak and
depleted. When the wild, uncontrolled movements of their joint
convulsions died down, he collapsed against her.

It was a long time before the kitchen grew
quiet again.

Bishop swore to himself when he realized he
hadn’t used a condom. Not once in fifteen years had he been that
careless, or driven so out of control that nothing else mattered
but getting his aching cock inside a woman and coming as fast as he
could. Angel made him lose control, made him forget the priorities
of sleeping with someone. He’d been reckless and too caught up in
the moment. But fuck, he couldn’t deny how good it felt coming
inside her cunt without protection.

As his cock deflated, her honeyed walls
caressed him into shuddering. A low growl rumbled through his
chest, which was still flush against her amazing breasts. Nuzzling
her neck beneath her hair he kissed his way across her jaw bone to
her soft, sweet mouth. Her soft sigh of surrender encouraged him to
close his mouth over hers and kiss her fully. When he had his fill
he pulled back and looked into her dazed eyes.

“I think it’s best if I leave after this.”
He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t see any other way of avoiding a
repeat. He wanted her too much.

Angel’s eyes widened with surprise. “But
why?”

“ I don’t like losing control, Angel, and
it’s obvious I do with you.” He felt that was an adequate
explanation.

“I haven’t had a man lose control with me in
quite a while. I kind of like it.” The teasing quality of her voice
was smooth as honey. The gleam in her smoky eyes was an alluring
mix of innocence and vixen.

“This coming from a kindergarten teacher?”
He grinned, and shook his head. “I should have more control than
that. And usually do.”

“At all times?”

Bishop took a heavy breath. “Why don’t we
get cleaned up and talk after?” He stepped away from Angel and then
helped her off the counter. Glancing down at her, he found her
luscious nudity arousing. It surprised him, considering he’d just
had a mind-blowing orgasm. Her pink-tipped breasts were tilted
slightly upward, silently teasing him to take a nipple into his
mouth. But he knew if he gave in to her appeal it would lead to
much more.

“There’s a huge Roman tub upstairs. Can you
stay in control long enough to share a bath?”

Bishop decided he liked the hint of
mischievousness in her eyes. The temptation to say yes was on the
tip of his tongue, proof he should leave. He didn’t want to hurt
Angel, or lead her on. Whatever was going on between them, whatever
they were sharing, would all be over the minute he heard from base.
He should have stuck with his usual furlough routine, but he hadn’t
seen his sister in six years and he’d promised her on his last
break that he’d make it home next time.

“Well, if you want to join me you know where
I’ll be.”

Bishop’s gaze fell to the tantalizing bounce
of Angel’s naked bottom as she walked away. The lady was definitely
comfortable in her own skin, and didn’t seem to have a shy bone in
her body. There was something special about Angel, something soul
healing. She was sweet and passionate and gave herself completely,
and he had to wonder at that. How did he get so lucky?

He went to the bathroom where his gear was,
brushed his teeth, and then took a good long look at himself in the
mirror. Why was he even questioning his luck?
I’m a damn fool.
There’s a sexy school teacher upstairs, clearly making herself
available to me, and I’m questioning my lack of control?
It
didn’t seem to bother Angel.

After retrieving a small box of condoms from
his duffel bag and a clean pair of boxer briefs, he walked naked
toward the stairs. Halfway up he could hear the light sound of
humming coming from Angel. He turned the corner and entered the
bathroom, smiling at the picture that greeted him. She was already
in the tub, submerged up to her shoulders in a thick foam of
fragrant bubbles. Barnie was sitting on the edge of the tub that
was bumped up against a corner.

“I don’t know,” he drew Angel’s attention
when he spoke. “I have to wonder what my team will think if I show
up smelling this good.” He was referring to the light lavender and
chamomile.

“They’ll be jealous,” Angel teased, lifting
her leg and running a sponge along her shapely calf. “Because
they’ll know that you weren’t alone in your bubble bath.”

Bishop set the items down that he’d brought
with him, and walked to the tub. He stared at her for a moment
before deciding to join her. Moving to the end where Angel rested
her back against the porcelain, he motioned her to move forward. “I
like sitting behind,” Bishop explained, stepping into the water and
sliding down behind her. “Lean forward a little more and I’ll scrub
your back.” He noticed she’d pinned her hair up.

Bishop reached around Angel and gently took
the sponge from her. Dunking it beneath the warm water he brought
it out and ran it over the back of her smooth shoulders and down
her back to where it tapered at her waist. His hand went below the
water, before repeating his actions. His movements were slow,
deliberate, and meant to give her pleasure. Judging by her sighs he
was doing just that.