Page 170 of Wicked Angel
It made me want to pull away.
Both of us were still guarded around each other, in some ways. And wide open in others—mostly sexual. I knew that. But at the same time, there was something about this thing between us that was wildly different from anything I’d ever known.
It was special.
I could hardly believe we’d just recently become lovers. We justfittogether. As soon as we started having sex… it was like we just melded into our togetherness.
I liked Johnny way more than I’d ever hated him, that was for sure.
It wasn’t just the sex. You couldn’t have sex that raw, that intense, that focused on the other person’s responses and pleasure—as we both were—and have it mean absolutely nothing beyond the physical. I couldn’t possibly bring myself to believe that.
The way he looked into my eyes… a guy didn’t do that with a woman he was fucking if he didn’t mean it. Unless he was a psychopath or something, and I knew Johnny was not that.
And if I started second-guessing things, pulling away now, in fear… I knew I’d fall right back into old patterns. Thinking I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t special enough for someone like him.
Making the wrong decisions. For the wrong reasons.
For once, I wanted to make the right decisions in my relationship with a man. Or at the very fucking least, the wrong decisions for the right reasons.
I could try to rewind things between us, keep our relationship strictly professional. I could completely stop seeing him and give him up as a client. But I didn’t want to do either of those things.
I wanted to reach forward.
The right decision, right now, was to lean into the feelings I had for him. Feelings that were starting to worm their way so deep in me, it made me feel breathless listening to him struggle to breathe.
Maybe I could be his publicist and be his lover.
Maybe we’d fall madly in love.
Maybe we’d fall apart.
Right now, it didn’t matter. We had a chance. I had a chance at something magical with this man, and for once in my life, I was taking it.
So, I reached for him.
I found his hip under the blanket. He was lying on his back. I slid toward him, pressing my body against his side.
Johnny made a soft sound in his throat, a sound of surrender, maybe, as my fingers traced the lines of his hip, his groin. By the time I’d reached his cock, it was firm, and his lips found mine.
As we kissed I slipped off my panties. I moved slowly on top of him, straddling him, still kissing. I pressed my pussy against the hard shaft of his cock as it flexed, hungry for me.
Whatever that dream was that had ruined his sleep, waking him in a stressed panic… I wanted to make him forget it. I wanted to cleanse his mind and body of it and flood him with pleasure and peace instead.
I could feel myself growing wet as my pussy slid up and down his shaft. I lifted my hips a little higher, letting the head of his cock press against my opening. I kept kissing him, my tongue lapping against his in a decadent rhythm, as I pushed down. The crown of his cock split me open, the incredible sensation of taking him inside me tingling through my body and making me feel lightheaded with desire.
I pushed down, taking him slowly deeper. I slid back up, then down again, pushing harder, until I’d taken him all the way. I did it again and again, finding a hot, slow rhythm as we kissed.
Johnny groaned as his cock plunged into my depths. His hands roamed over my body as I urged his pleasure onward in a steady rhythm, kissing and fucking, until his breathing grew heavy and his fingers dug into my hips.
His hips rode up, restlessly. He was so stiff inside me… I rode him a little faster. I loved being in control of him, taking control of his pleasure.
I broke our kiss so I could sit up, and I reached to turn on the bedside lamp. Soft, golden light flooded over us. My eyes met his, blinking in the soft light. He looked sleepy and so fucking sexy, his blond hair all mussed.
I sat back, settling my weight on him as I took him even deeper, his cockhead pressing against my limits, my pussy squeezing him to the base of his shaft.
Johnny sucked in a breath, then groaned as I kept riding him, his eyes roaming over my body now. His hands slid up to my naked breasts, jutting from under the hem of my cami. He cupped them and pinched my nipples, sending a sweet shiver through me.
When I felt his body tense, his hips locking, I knew he was close. Fighting the orgasm or urging it onward. Either way, I knew he’d come soon, as soon as he knew I wanted him to, and warmth flooded through my body like a sweet aphrodisiac.
