Page 129 of Wicked Angel
Maybe that was why I was letting myself get so sucked into this. So carried away with what this could be. Because it could be a hot as hell fling to help me get over my breakup.
And if that was the case… I didn’t want it to be just a one time, phone sex, because-he-was-bored-and-alone thing. I wanted more.
Much more.
But since Johnny hadn’t said a word about last night, electronically or in person, I wasn’t going to say it first.
I sent him a text, though.
Angeline:Anything I can help with today?
He answered about an hour later.
Johnny:No, Angel.
That was it.
Those two tiny words drove me crazy for the rest of the day. One, because he told me no. But two, because he called me Angel.
* * *
I woke to the throaty purr of the Hellcat rolling into the driveway. I was instantly, groggily awake. My laptop said it was just past midnight.
I wasn’t even sure if midnight was an early or a late Tuesday night for Johnny O’Reilly.
I’d fallen asleep curled around my laptop, watching some rom com. It was still playing, and I closed it. I lay in bed, listening to the sounds of the Hellcat rumbling into Johnny’s garage and the garage closing. By the time silence fell, I was vividly awake… and replaying last night in my mind just like I had all day, like a thousand times.
Including the things he’d said.
I’ve seen you on my security cams.
I thought about what he said when I asked him to send me an intimate pic; that he’d never sent one to a woman before. And when I’d asked him why he sent it to me…
Trust.
And that other thing he said… about watching me come upstairs on his phone when he was naked. And when I told him that he could’ve put some pants on…
I could’ve. But then you wouldn’t have seen me naked.
It felt like a puzzle. There was a message in it, wasn’t there? An invitation.
I like looking at you. I want you to like looking at me.
Something like that?
He’d asked me to tell him if he was treading over the line. He was very careful, gentle with me last night. But maybe I wanted him to tread over the line. Way over.
I wanted badly to know, if I’d given him the green light, asked him to come over, would he have fucked me last night?
Would he be inside me right now?
I was so aroused, I couldn’t rest. I couldn’t even get comfortable in my bed. I kept looking at my phone, at the graphic pic he’d sent me… his hard cock erect… swollen… so fucking hot… and all I knew for sure was I wanted it.
I wantedhim. Inside me.
I wanted more of the man who’d played with me over the phone last night. That hot, careful, but willing guy. The one who unabashedly tested the boundaries with me.
And called me Angel.
