It was an ambush plain and simple. A quick, hard fuck and she loved every second of it. It was raw, primitive, a man reaching out to his woman, his possession. It was a reminder that she had no power except what he gave her. He took, she gave, and she gloried in her offering.
Trapped between the hard wall and his equally hard body, she took the punishing drive of his pelvis.
“I want your ass, Angel,” he growled in her ear. “I’m tempted to see if you can take me right now, right here, just like this.”
A shudder rolled down her body, and she closed her eyes as she balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm.
His movements gentled. He bit into her shoulder, a hard bite, and then he licked the spot before nipping again. Then he sucked hard, his intent to mark her, a visible reminder of his presence. As if she could ever forget.
He stroked in and out. She writhed helplessly against him, wanting more, wanting it harder, just a little push over the edge.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered against her ear.
He nipped at her earlobe then sucked it between his teeth.
“Tell me, Angel. You don’t come until you tell me.”
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Make it hurt. Hard, Micah. Please.”
He slammed into her, driving her mercilessly into the wall. Her cheek banged against the slick surface heated by the water.
One more. Just once more.
He withdrew, reached down and spread her buttocks, pushing upward so that she was open and vulnerable. Then he ripped into her again and she fell over. Down, hard. Pleasure, mindless, numbing pleasure rolled over and over, expanding until she quivered, held tight between the world of pain and endless, sweet sensation.
He pulled out, and she registered that he hadn’t come yet. She tried to drop to her knees, anticipating that he’d want to come in her mouth, but he caught her, holding her up.
“Easy, Angel girl,” he murmured.
When he was sure she could stand, he reached for the soap and a washcloth. To her surprise, he gently soaped her body, taking extra care around her pussy that still pulsed from her orgasm. Each touch was agony and he didn’t linger.
He followed the path of the washcloth with his mouth, his lips and tongue heating a path much hotter than the water. He kissed her skin so tenderly that her heart ached. How could he say he didn’t care, that he didn’t want to care when his every action contradicted his words?
Even when he tried to punish her, when he pushed, expecting her to balk, there was such torment in his eyes that she knew it wasn’t what he wanted to do but what he thought he should do.
And now his every touch, his every kiss, was an apology.
She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the tender care he lavished on her body.
When finally he was done, he reached up to turn the water off. She swayed as he let her go, and he put a hand on her arm to steady her.
“Wait here while I get a towel,” he said.
A moment later he returned and extended his hand to help her from the shower. As soon as she stepped out, he enfolded her in the large towel.
She went willingly into his arms and buried her head against his chest as he rubbed at her skin.
He slid a finger underneath her chin and gently tilted her head up until she looked at him. Their gazes connected, and she saw so much in his eyes that she knew he wasn’t aware of. He tried to keep himself closed off, but what she saw now took her breath away. It gave her hope. It made her believe.
His mouth lowered to hers in the most tender of kisses. Their lips made soft sounds as they moved together. Warm, so sweet. No one had ever kissed her like this. There was so much emotion, so much feeling. Did he feel it too? Would he retreat?
He pulled away, his breathing ragged and his eyes glittering with more than simple lust. He wanted her, but in that moment, Angelina knew he realized he also needed her. Would he admit it?
“Want to go for a drive this morning? Wouldn’t hurt to get out for a while. Could head down to the coast as long as we’re careful and pay attention to our surroundings.”
“That would be fantastic. I haven’t been to the beach since I left Miami.”
“The beaches aren’t as pretty here,” Micah warned.
“I don’t care. Just being able to breathe the salt air again will be heaven.”
She went back into his arms and squeezed tight.
“Thank you.”
He hugged her back and kissed the top of her head.
“Go get dressed and we’ll head up. I need to make a few calls and let everyone know where we’re going. I want to keep watch and see if we’re followed.”
She sucked in her breath. “Is it safe?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be armed and we’re going to stay in very public places at all times. If we’re followed, then we know we’re not safe here at The House. I’m hoping he’s still waiting for you to show at your apartment or at your job. If he makes a move there, we’ll bust him.”
“Okay.”
He kissed her again. “Now go get dressed so we can get out of here.”
CHAPTER 25
Micah watched Angelina arch her face into the sun and breathe deep of the sea air. The stiff breeze blowing off the water sent her hair rippling in a wave behind her.
He didn’t move, didn’t say anything. He didn’t want her to move, because he was content to watch her turn into the sun like a cat seeking the warmth.
She was beautiful. Why had he never noticed before? He’d been married, not dead. Yeah, Hannah had been the only woman he was focused on, but that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the rest of the opposite sex. Angelina had never registered on his radar. She’d been David’s little sister. Family.
“It’s such a beautiful day.”
Micah smiled at her rapt expression.
“Nothing can ruin this. I won’t allow it. We won’t even think about the asshole stalker. Agree?”
Well, he certainly encouraged her not to think about the guy after her. He’d prefer for her to relax and enjoy herself, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be spending every minute of the day looking over their shoulders.
But he smiled and nodded, enjoying her enthusiasm.
She walked over and sat beside him, snuggling into his side as they overlooked the seawall. He wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed the feel of a warm, soft woman against him. He hugged women, his friends, but this was different. There was more than affection working.