Page 234 of Wicked Angel
“It’s yours,” he assured me. “After Mom died… I went to clean up her things and I found her engagement ring in a little box with my name on it. I guess she wanted to give it to me. But she never got the chance to, because… well, I didn’t go back to see her the last few years. I’ll never be able to stop regretting that, I don’t think, but I want you to wear it. I know she’d love you. Everything about you. She’d love you for me.”
Oh, Christ, I was a freaking mess.
“Johnny! You don’t do this to a girl when she’s supposed to show up at a party,” I sobbed, “without warning her! I didn’t bring fresh mascara and wipes…”
“Then we’ll stop to pick some up on the way to the party,” he said easily. “Whatever you need.”
“I need you.”
“Stop it. You’re making me hard.”
I grinned through my ecstatic tears. My hands were creeping down to his crotch to verify this… when they suddenly stopped. “Oh,shit. Devi owes Taylor a day at the spa. I have to let them know…”
“Huh?”
I dabbed my tears away with my fingers. “That night, at Lex and Talia’s housewarming party… the girls made a bet. That you’d end up with me. Or, wouldn’t.”
Johnny’s eyebrow hooked. “So you’re saying Devi bet against us?”
“I mean, her and basically everyone else.”
“So… Taylor’s the only one of your friends who believed in us from the start?”
“Well, more like she was the drunkest one involved in that conversation.”
“Nice.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry. You know you’ve won them over… gradually.”
“Yeah,” he said grudgingly. “I guess they can all come to the wedding.”
I almost passed out at the glorious vision of Johnny in a rocked-out white tux or something. “Wedding!Wow. You really are making all my dreams come true, you know.”
“I hope so.”
“Actually… I had this dream of you proposing to me while you’re inside me.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh…”
“Well, sorry to disappoint.” His eyes darkened with lust as I reached down to discover that hewashard. I slid down the zipper on his jeans…
“You never disappoint,” I told him, slipping my hand inside his underwear and down his hot, silken shaft. His cock flexed hungrily. He was hard as rock, just standing here talking about marrying me.
Our eyes held and he cupped my face in his hands. “Angel,” he sighed as I stroked him. The fact that we were doing this on the balcony was such a turn-on. I mean, it was dark. But that didn’t mean no one could see us. “I want to eat your sweet pussy,” he murmured. “All fucking night.”
“Mmm. I want you inside me all fucking night.”
His eyes flared.
His hands slid down my body to my hips, and he spun me so my back was to him. He slid up my new dress and my heartbeat sped up.
Then he bent me forward a little. I leaned on the patio railing as he tugged my panties down. My eyes rolled closed as his fingers grazed my sensitive thighs. He kissed my neck, nuzzling into me, the stubble on his jaw scraping me and sending shivers across my skin. “Open your eyes, Angel.”
I opened them.
“You see that?” I gazed out at the view before me as his hands slid up my body and tugged down the bodice of my dress, then my bra, so my boobs spilled out. “That beautiful city?”
