Secrets to Hide 3: Just a Little More (8 page)

Her core spasmed. His taste was on her tongue, his need and his love filling her up to the brim. She wanted more, a lot more. She might not have done this before, but she let her rising hunger guide her. Exchanging his cock for his hips, she pushed him back until he leaned against the bathroom wall. She was on her knees before he could question her, her mouth covering the tip of his cock a second later. The choking sound Brad made would’ve drawn a smile if she wasn’t so intent on getting as much of him as she could onto her tongue.

“Goddamn, woman!” He widened his legs, bringing his hips more in line with her face, and thrust the tiniest bit, brushing the back of her throat. Angel swallowed instinctively, and she would swear the sound that escaped Brad at that moment was a whimper. She sucked harder.

It wasn’t long before drops of precum hit her tongue, the taste tart and sweet at once. Brad’s fingers traced her jaw, feeling it work, feeling himself push between her lips as she took her pleasure from his. When his heavy thighs tightened beneath her hands, she eased away with a sigh of regret.

Brad’s head lolled against the wall, but as she stood, he turned to watch. Under his heavy-lidded scrutiny, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, grimacing a bit at the wet clinginess she had to force down her legs with a shimmy. When she stood in nothing but a pair of lacy thong panties barely covering the trimmed curls at her mound, he grasped his erection hard at the base, breath going rough and loud. “Do it, beautiful.”

And she did. If she teased him a little, taking her time, making him wait, well, that was her prerogative. Finally, though, she was as naked as he was.

He shook his head as if trying to wake himself from a dream. “Come here.” He tugged her against him again, chest to chest, her arms around his neck, his around her hips. His big hands cupped her butt, forcing her as close as possible. The feel of her breasts mashed against him, that sexy trail of hair teasing her skin, that long, firm cock digging into her lower belly… Her eyes rolled back in her head.

She rose onto her toes, doing a full-body rub that made Brad groan, and forced his head down to hers. Their lips met, teased, opened; his tongue traced her lower lip. The taste of his kiss was all Brad—dark, male, with a hint of cinnamon. The scent of alcohol he couldn’t completely scrub away after his nights at Thrice complemented his taste perfectly. Her senses swam beneath a swamping wave of desire, and she let it take her. Long minutes of dancing, sliding, and tangling passed until both of them were breathless and grinding hard against the other.

Without warning, Brad turned so that she rested against the wall, him in front of her, blocking everything from sight but his beautiful body. She breathed through the pounding of her heart, the excitement that thrilled through her veins as she watched Brad’s gaze drop to her aching breasts. His hands rose so, so slowly to hold them. She hissed at the sensation. When he bent his head and took a hard tip between his lips, she dug her nails into his skin, trying desperately to hang on to reality. “Yes! Brad, yes.”

It was too much. She lost herself to the rhythmic suction of his mouth, the slick slide of his tongue, the slight sting of his teeth holding her still. His jaw flexed as she stared at the spot where the full, creamy mound was pinched between his lips. She needed more, so much more. Sliding her hands into his hair just as she’d always dreamed, she tugged him closer. “Please,” she whimpered, the sound shifting into a ragged whine when he released her instead.

Brad turned toward the shower. “Come on; I want to get you warm.” He reached in and turned on the water to let it heat.

Unable to resist, she followed, gaze drawn to the taut globes of his butt. The mouthwatering sight cried out for her touch, so she answered, smoothing her hands along his golden skin, even daring to skim the wrinkled texture of his sac tucked high between his legs. Brad’s groan signaled his approval.

“I’m definitely warm,” she said, shocked at the husky sound of her voice.

When Brad faced her again, that mischievous look was back in his eyes. “And you’re gonna get warmer.” He glanced down, and she could see him taking in the sight of her bare body once more. The wonder in his gaze choked her up and filled her with a pride she hadn’t even realized she’d lost. Needing to thank him, not just for loving her but for helping her find herself again, she pulled him in for a soft, sweet kiss.

Except soft and sweet became hot and heavy, and it was several more minutes before they actually made it into the shower.

Chapter Five

The little laugh that escaped Angel as Brad pulled her into the shower jerked at his heart. He hadn’t heard that sound in so long. Twining their fingers together, he urged her along with him as he stepped under the water. The wet warmth hit his abs, chest, then his head with the final step into the stream. He turned to Angel, watching hungrily as her breasts jiggled with each step. He’d watched the sway and bounce of her breasts beneath her clothes for more years than he or his cock found comfortable, but the reality of those breasts, naked, here for him to touch and taste and tease—

He shook his head, droplets flinging away as he struggled to focus on something besides the hunger pounding in his groin. Angel took the last step to slide against him and reached up to smooth his hair, standing out in spikes after the shake. She dropped her gaze to his, and the depths he saw there as her fingers played in his hair and her body melded with his took every last breath away. Rocked him to the core.

Leaning down, he whispered hoarsely, “You are so beautiful, do you know that?”

“No,” she said, but a secret smile lingered on her lips.

“You are.” He took that smile with a kiss. Her skin had lost its chill, and her mouth was blazing hot, searing him with desire. She moaned around his tongue, then gently suckled him. His mind immediately recalled the feel of her sucking far more than his tongue, and it was his turn to moan.

He stepped back, ignoring the protesting ache in his dick. He wanted to focus on Angel—getting her warm, clean, dry, and in bed. Preferably his, but he’d take whatever the hell she was willing to give right now.

First things first. Tugging her under the water, he dug his fingers into her hair, wetting the thick blonde strands until they lay, dark and gleaming, against her head. Angel closed her eyes and tipped her chin up, practically purring as the water coasted down her body. Brad wanted to watch, wanted to see the droplets tracing her creamy skin, hanging delicately from the taut tips of her full breasts, but he didn’t dare. Instead he filled his palm with shampoo and massaged the cedar-scented liquid into her hair.

Angel took a deep breath, her eyes still closed. “I love that smell.”

“Why?” he asked, using a grip on her hair to pull her head back under the water for a rinse. Angel waited to answer until all the suds had disappeared down the drain. “Because it smells like you,” she said, blinking away the water to reveal a hungry look in her midnight eyes. She lifted on tiptoe to nuzzle her way into the crook of his neck and inhaled. “Mmm,” she murmured right against his skin. “So good.”

Fuck
. Goose bumps raced across his body. For a second all he could do was grip her hips, hanging on tight as the reality of this new Angel—or maybe just a return of the old, playful Angel, the real Angel—threatened every ounce of control he’d thought he had. He groaned her name, allowing himself one firm thrust against her belly before he stepped back, refusing to let his throbbing cock talk him into putting hunger first. He contented himself with her mouth instead, a short, hard kiss filled with need and desperation. When she would’ve stepped into him once more, he held her away, breaking off the kiss. “Not quite yet, love.”

A bath puff waited next to his body wash, but he ignored it. He wanted nothing between his hands and the delectable feel of Angel’s flesh. The soap slid through his fingers, slick and sudsy, and he glided it across her skin, groaning again with the pleasure.

Her long, slender neck. That shallow spot at her collarbone that he’d always wanted to taste. Her lightly muscled arms. He washed and massaged, even working between her fingers to make sure every inch of her was healthy, warm, and here with him in this moment, safe. When he got to her breasts, he swallowed hard, cupped her lightly, and brushed careful thumbs over her peaked nipples.

Angel’s gasped “Please!” rewarded him. She arched, pushing the creamy mounds into his touch. “More.”

He couldn’t deny her. He didn’t want to. He rolled and teased, feeling her breasts swell with desire, watching her nipples harden painfully, the demanding flesh crying out for his attention. He gave it, pinching them, pulling them, raking them with his nails, and when her fingernails were digging into his shoulders and her moans were a continual accompaniment to the rush of water in his ears, he bent forward and took one with his mouth.

God, the feel of her between his lips. The hard, pebbled nipple stabbing at him. The throb of her heartbeat on his tongue, matching his own thundering pulse. He sucked, needing more, needing to consume her, to draw her very essence from her flesh and make it his. Plumping the twin globes, he brought her nipples close together and took them both in his mouth, pulling hard.

Angel wailed.

Love for her rose like a tsunami, overwhelming him as he absorbed her pleasure. And his. His cock could pound nails, he was so hard. It was screaming for release, a throbbing reminder to get a move on that he refused to heed. He’d waited too many years to make love to Angel. He wanted to savor her, savor this, not rush to the end. He’d be damned if he rushed a single fucking thing.

Keeping that thought foremost in his head, he released the swollen tips of Angel’s breasts and reached for more soap. Going to his knees put him right on level with her hips, and the sight of that neat triangle of hair covering her center made his mouth water. Gritting his teeth, he washed and stroked down her long legs, taking each foot in hand for a thorough massage, and returned to the V of her thighs just before the need for restraint drove him completely mad. Her skin drew him like a beacon. He circled her belly button with his tongue as he palmed her ass cheeks, kneading the firm flesh, lathering it up. Angel quivered beneath his touch, tiny ripples of pleasure that pulled him down, down, down to where they both wanted him to be.

Tugging the curls guarding her entrance lightly with his teeth, he moaned against her. “Open for me, Angel. Let me love you.”

“Always.” The word was little more than a whimper, but he heard and registered the soft promise in his heart, right alongside the electrifying pleasure of watching her widen her stance, the plump folds of her labia pouting open, playing peek-a-boo as she titled her pelvis toward him.

“Come here.” The words were hoarse, but what the fuck did he care? She knew him inside and out; realizing he was all choked up at just the thought of tasting her didn’t make him feel weak. In fact, as he blew a breath of warm air across Angel’s slit, the sight of her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure made him feel like the most powerful man on earth, even down on his knees.

Angel eased her upper back against the shower wall. The position nudged her pelvis closer. Christ, he couldn’t wait; his fingers shook as he pulled back her labia, revealing her opening to him, all pink and velvety and beautiful. Her clit poked from under its hood, demanding the attention he was dying to give. The time for easy had passed; it was time to make her his.

“Angel—”

“Do it! For God’s sake, do it before I lose my mind.”

His whispered “You’re damn right I will” vibrated across her skin. Without preamble, he tucked his lips around her clit and licked.

“Brad!” She gripped his head, holding him to her as if he might retreat. No way in hell. The creamy taste of her flowed across his tongue, drawing him in, enticing him onward. That sweet opening received his tongue with gentle pulses of pleasure. He wanted more, deeper. His tongue couldn’t get deep enough, but his fingers could. The first slid in easily, the rough knuckles grazing her inner walls enough to have her calling his name again. A second finger joined the first, stretching her, the fit tight—too tight. He licked and probed, and when the tips of his fingers hit a smooth barrier, he groaned against her clit.

Breaking away, he panted, fighting for control, fighting just to be able to form words. Only one mattered: “Angel?”

Her grip on his head forced him to look up. “I’m yours, Brad. Only yours.”

Knowing she’d waited for him… God. He closed his eyes and slid his fingers back inside, determined that she would take him with ease. The feel of her opening to him, squeezing down with every suck, every lick, made him sweat. Angel ground down onto his mouth, her greedy search for pleasure satisfying something deep in his soul.

Mouth on her clit, fingers driving into her, he reached with his free hand and grasped a nipple, squeezing rhythmically to the tempo of his thrusts. He sucked her hard, the edge of his teeth scraping ever so slightly, just a hint of pain. Angel gasped, squirmed. When he repeated the move, she pressed her clit that much harder against him. “Brad! God, please…”

The drugged, desperate tone of her voice had him humping the air, needing her tight and fisted around him. The warring desires ate at him, and he shook his head like a wolf with its prey, refusing to let go. Angel yelped, the sound bleeding into a high-pitched squeal as a warm gush of cream down his pumping fingers signaled her climax.

Nuzzling into the golden curls topping her mound, he nudged her clit with the tip of his tongue, feeling each hard pulse around his fingers as pleasure surged through her. He delved deeper, lapping the cream from his fingers. Angel’s heavy panting filled his ears.

Pulling his fingers from inside her made him grit his teeth so hard they ached. He wanted to stay on his knees all night, but he wanted inside her even more, so much more that he thought he just might shake apart. Angel moaned at his withdrawal, a sound he caught with his cream-coated tongue in her mouth.