His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One (23 page)

“Ladies first,” he says as he holds the door for me.

“What a gentleman you are.” I wink.

I enter a beautiful room. The door opens to a huge living area. I turn around and Evan takes me into his mouth again. He brings my body to his forcefully.

“Mmmm.” I like it when he takes control; it just turns me on.

“I have been…fuck. Tell me we will never be apart again, Abby. I missed you so fucking much.” His hands play in my hair as he searches my face for something.

“Evan…” I whisper as I run my fingers through his beautiful dark hair.

“What baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Everything.”

Evan sweeps me off my feet with that last comment and kicks open the French-doors that lead to the bedroom. A king size bed faces us as we enter.

“I’m so ready to be in your bed,” I reply to his earlier statement. Butterflies are swimming from my chest to my stomach. “I missed you beyond words Evan.” I turn my back to him and raise my arms above my head as he slowly slides the satin off my body. There are those damn goose bumps again.

He gasps as I turn around to face him. “Fuck!”

I reach up to remove his tux jacket and then I start in on each button of his white shirt. Eventually his chest is bare and my hands reach for his pants. I think an evil grin must be showing on my face. Because my thoughts are
wicked.

“Ah, baby you are so fucking amazing.”

“Do you like what you see, lover?” I tease as I unzip his pants and tug them down his perfectly tight ass.

“Hell yeah, I love what I see. I like it when you call me lover.” He winks. “I love being your lover, it makes me feel pretty fucking special actually.” He ends his comment, running his tongue across his lips. Those fucking insanely juicy lips. Ugh.

Damn!
I shiver.

Evan pulls me into his arms as we make contact with the big comfy plush bed. I’m straddling his lap now and his eyes are amazing. What I feel when I look into his eyes is something I have never felt before
. Ever.
I also doubt that I will ever again with any other man because Evan Young has ruined all other men for me.

“Abby?”

“Evan?”

I see conflict in his eyes and it kind of scares me. Like heart-crashing-against-my-chest-in-a-not-so-good-way crashing. I feel sick.

“I want you…No, I need you to know some…I need to tell you something, but Abby…” His head falls and I know this isn’t good.

I’m scared and I suddenly need to tell him that I love him and that I don’t want him to ever leave me. Ever. A tear falls from my cheek and lands on Evan’s hand that covers mine. He looks up to meet my gaze.

“Evan you’re scaring the shit out of me.” I need to run. Fuck! I think I’m having a panic attack. Holy shit.
I am having a panic attack.
I’m very familiar with these. It starts out with my heart racing and it’s hard for me to catch my breath.
Shit.

Evan grabs ahold of my shoulders as he takes in my reaction. Sweat is beading up on my face and I know I’m going to throw up any second. This is what happens when I get an attack.
Oh God.

Evan shakes me. “Abby? What the hell is wrong?” I don’t respond, I can’t. If I respond I’m probably going to throw up all over him.

“Abby! Fuck! This isn’t what you think, calm down! Abby?” He gives me another shake.

Ok, I feel my heart slow at his words that this isn’t what I think. What I think is that he’s going to leave me because I haven’t fully committed to him the way he has me.

I blink the tears back when I realize they have flooded my face and everything is blurry. He brings his hand to my face to wipe them away and this intimate gesture makes my heart flip, but in a good way this time.

I take in a deep breath and exhale slowly, knowing if I don’t breathe I’m going to pass out. I did that in high school when some skank was teasing me about my dead sister all because she was jealous of the attention I was getting. Whore.

“Are you ok now? Talk to me?” I think I must just stare at him, I can’t move my mouth. “Abby? What the
fuck
is wrong?”

“I love you Evan. I have always loved you. The first second I made eye contact with you in my living room I loved you. I…I just couldn’t say it. I’m scared because I have never felt this way before. I mean I have been in love, at least I think I have been.” My brows go up and I break his stare and look up at the ceiling in search of my own answers. “I don’t know, maybe this is the first time that I have ever felt love…Real, truly real unconditional love.” I meet his gaze again and smile.

Evan smiles too. “I love you so much. I have never loved anyone but you Abby. Ever, and that leads me to what I need to say.” He takes in a deep breath, blowing it out harshly, closing his eyes. “Abby I have to tell you something, but it’s not what you think. But, if I don’t get this out I’m going to burst with guilt. I want to be honest with you, ok?” He’s still holding my face.

“Ok.” I nod.

“Ok.” He nods also. “You already know that I am an ATF agent. I was undercover a few years ago and I…was infiltrating a drug cartel that is…well, still is in the U.S. They’re from Brazil and…” He takes a harsh breath again as fear creeps up the back of my neck. “Marco. Abby, Marco runs a drug cartel. I infiltrated his cartel. He’s here- Abby are you ok?”

Dizziness and darkness are suddenly up front and personal from out of nowhere and next thing I know I’m lying on the bed. I look up and Evan is walking to the bed with a glass of water and a washcloth.

“Baby. You scared the shit out of me. Are you ok?” He kneels next to me.

“Marco?” I sit up in the bed.

“Be careful.”

“I’m fine.” I shove his arm off of me. “Marco is not a drug lord Evan, he’s going to be a doctor. Or he was, I don’t know what he’s doing now that he’s back in Bra-.” Holy shit. I swallow harshly. “Are you telling me that you think he’s here to sell drugs?”

“I’m telling you that he’s a lying piece of shit Abby. His family is the most dangerous family in South America. I was put undercover in his organization a little over two years ago. Right before he met you. He didn’t go to Brazil to stay permanently when he left you, he’s been back for a little while actually.”

“I don’t believe you.” I cross my arms over my chest.

Evan gets up from the bed and reaches for his phone that has fallen to the floor with his pants. “I am going to get in so much trouble if anyone finds out that I’m showing this to you. Fuck it.” He opens up his picture gallery in his phone.

“Oh my God,” I gasp and throw my hand to my mouth. “Evan that is Samantha!” I gasp again. “That’s the girl that was our waitress when we went to Santa Monica. Why is she with Marco? Wait, when was this taken?”

“This one was taken this week.” His eyes are soft as he watches for my reaction. “Abby I’m so sorry. I don’t want him to have you, but I would never wish this upon you. Ever.”

“What are they doing together?” What the hell is going on right now?

“They have been fu-. They have been seeing each other for about two years.”

The tears just fall with no warning. “What? I was with him Evan. I was with him for the last two years.”

“I know Abby. Baby I know. I watched it. I saw what he was doing behind your back and that…That is when I fell in love with you. You and only you.” He holds my face again.

“You watched Marco? Did you watch me too? Is that why you came to my apartment that night? Because you knew I was vulnerable and you thought you could get whatever it is you want?” I wipe my running nose.

“Baby no, I saw an angel that I fucking had to have. I just needed you in my life. The way you smile, laugh, flip your hair absentmindedly, and cover your face with your hair when you’re being bashful, the fact that you treat everyone like they’re your friend, because that’s the good, amazingly beautiful person that you are. I want to give you what he wouldn’t. I want to give you what you deserve. I love you so much that my heart hurts. I want to marry you Abigale, I want to make babies with you, and I want to prove my love to you every day for the rest of our lives.”

“I- don’t know what to say.” Damn that is a lot to take in. “You want to marry me?” I smile. Yeah I know, I’m a sucker for romance.

He smiles and presses his lips to mine softly. “Yes, Abby when the time is right I will get down on one knee and ask you to make me the luckiest man in the world.”

“Hmm...” I search his face. “So why are you telling me all of this?” I point to the picture on his phone.

His head falls. “Abby, I have Intel that says he plans to contact you very soon and I’m worried for you. I don’t think that he knows it’s me you’re with because I was seriously disguised, but he knows you’re with someone and he wants to take everything he can from you. He doesn’t want you to be happy. That’s what he does. He uses and kills people for fun Abby; this isn’t a joke. That’s why I suggested you come here. I can’t lose you Abby. I can’t lose you like I lost my mom.” A tear falls from his strong face.

“Evan, you’re not going to lose me, baby. I’ve been yours since that first night,” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“So I have to ask. If he comes back for you what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to tell him he’s shit out of luck. Is he going to go to jail?”

“Yeah, but we need more on him. He’s brilliant at being evasive.” His eyes are dark.

“Wait! What if I made him think…What if I pretended that I want him back? Maybe I can…Maybe I can get that for you?” I’m such a genius.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Not no, but hell no Abby. People die around him. You have been in a darkness like no other. You could have been murdered at any time by any number of enemies. Hell, it could be anyone connected to him. I need to be honest, if he doesn’t like your reaction he will probably try to hurt you. Who knows what he will do. You have a chance to make a clean break now and that’s what we need to focus on.”

God this man is beautiful and I love him. “So does Dom know what you do?” Am I the only one he had lied to?

“Yes, he knows what I do, but he doesn’t know to the extent that you do. No one knows about the undercover aspect and they damn sure don’t know about Marco and you aren’t supposed to know either.” He takes a deep breath and rubs his hands over the light scruff on his face. “You can never say a word of this to anyone ever. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I get that you’re freaked out over this but, seriously Evan, he isn’t going to hurt me. Marco was always gentle; I think you are seriously exaggerating.”

“Abby…” He shakes his head and his hand reaches my face.

“I have never in my life met anyone as trusting as you. Even when the world tries to break you…you survive and forgive and love and you are the most amazing woman I have ever met. Ever.” He takes a deep breath. “I am so in love with you Abigale Hayes.”

My heart is doing summersaults in my chest. This man knows how to make my body react to everything he says and does. I almost want to be mad about that. Almost.

“I am so in love with you Evan. I am so freaking in love with you. God it feels so good to say that out loud.” I breathe out a harsh relieving breath.

“Oh you have been thinking it but not saying it, huh?” Evan leans into me. His face is emotionless and his eyes are fierce and pinned on mine.

“Mhmmm.” I nod as I feel the goose bumps making their way down my neck, tracing down my arms as Evan’s hands land there. One quick pull forward and I’m in his arms, his lips are wet where his tongue has swept across.

“Hmmm.” I shudder. Damn those lips Evan Young.

His face comes closer, his lips lightly grazing over mine, his hands gently sliding up my arms making their descent onto my face.

“I never thought I could feel this way. You surprise me Abigale Hayes,” he breathes as his lips crash into mine.

FINALLY!

I want to be lost in this man. Our bodies fall back onto the bed. Evan’s hands fist through my hair.

“Mmmm.” I love when he takes control.

This big strong man is fierce and yet so gentle. He makes me feel like a princess and he’s my bodyguard. What girl
hasn’t
had that fantasy, right? I’m just the girl that gets to live hers in real life. I never thought in my wildest dreams that happiness would be knocking at my door, not after what I have been through, but now it’s banging the door down. The thing about happiness though, there is always that little devil on your shoulder keeping you alert to the fact that happiness doesn’t last forever and that little devil has been screaming at me ever since Evan Young walked through my door.

I’m going to give him all that I have. I only pray that when I fall from that place my heart swings from, that I don’t hang myself with the rope of misery.

Evan’s warmth caresses me and I love it when he consumes me. He pulls up and smiles an Evil Evan grin.

“Tell me,” he growls. Does everything he does have to get me wet? Geez.

“Tell you what?” My eyebrows lift.

“Tell me you love me. I want to hear it again.” His body falls onto mine as he leans on his forearms to take the pressure of his massive torso off mine.

“You’re so silly.” I laugh. Seriously, sometimes the happy little Evan peeks through the tough exterior and it’s the cutest thing I have ever seen. It makes my heart skip a beat.

“Tell me, or else.” He grins from ear to ear.

“Or else what? Are you going to make me your sex slave and force me to do dirty things to you?” Here is to hoping.

“Oh you’re going to want to do those things to me. I don’t need to force you.” There is that evil grin again. So confident.

His hands slide down to my tummy and he threatens to tickle me. “Tell me Abby or else.” The smile is back in full-force dimple destruction.

“Ok ok, I will tell you.” I laugh. “Evan Young I love you so much that even I can’t believe it.” Just as the words leave my lips, his hardness pushes into me. My body tightens in response.

“Those are the sexiest words I have ever heard.” And with that said he takes my mouth into his again.

My hands fist his hair. This kiss is intense; he’s saying something with this kiss. He has already said that I’m his, but this kiss is sealing the deal and I’m so ready to be claimed and to be owned by Evan.