She reached for his shirt. He drew back enough to pull it over his head and toss it away. His bare chest was broad with rippling muscles and at least half a dozen scars. Scars she would explore later, she thought, leaning in and kissing the center of his breastbone.
He gave her a quick, wolfish smile before dropping to one knee and unfastening her boots. He pulled them off. Still kneeling, he undid her jeans and pulled them down with a single tug that brought her thong along with them. He steadied her as she stepped out of them.
Taryn had the brief thought that she was now naked in the forest. She didn’t know where they were or how close they were to the road. Or even if the guy with the kayak trailer was going to show up any second. Then she decided she didn’t care. She wanted whatever was going to happen with Angel and the consequences be damned.
She waited for him to stand up, but he didn’t. Instead he put his arm around her and drew her close. He reached for the tender folds of flesh protecting her feminine center and parted them. She barely had time to brace herself before he gave her an openmouthed kiss that had her gasping.
The first stroke of his tongue explored. The second found her clit and the third had her hanging on to his shoulders to keep from falling.
There was no dignified way to stand barefoot while a man sucked and licked her to orgasm, she thought as she parted her legs more and dug her fingers into his shoulders. And she didn’t care. She let her eyes close and her head fall back as she gave herself over to the stroking.
He circled her steadily. Every third or fourth time he went a tiny bit faster and harder. He reached for her hands and positioned them so she was holding herself open for him. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and every now and then he ran his tongue across the very tip of her fingers.
Her leg muscles began to tremble. Her br**sts ached as every part of her focused on what he was doing to her. Tension grew, pushing her toward the ultimate goal. He cupped her ass with one hand and dug into her skin with kneading fingers. He ran the other up the inside of her thigh and pushed two fingers deep into her.
The invasion was exquisite. She wanted to sink onto him, drawing him in deeper, but she couldn’t move. She was already barely standing—her legs spread, her thighs shaking, and still he moved his tongue against her.
She was getting closer. So close, she thought, her breath coming in gasps. A few more strokes.
“Angel,” she gasped.
He pushed his fingers into her, then withdrew. Again and again. She was getting there. She could practically see it.
Then he stopped. All of it. His fingers went still, his tongue wasn’t moving. There was nothing. She hung there, her body ready, but with no way to—
He pressed his lips to her clit and sucked hard. At the same moment, he pushed into her, curling his fingers toward her front, finding her G-spot and rubbing the swollen middle. She came without warning, trembling and gasping, calling out, afraid she would fall but unable to do anything but let him take her over the edge again and again.
The last shudder had barely rippled through her when he drew back. He grabbed her and then she was being lowered to the blanket on the ground. She was shaky and unfocused. There was movement. She was vaguely aware of Angel tearing off clothes. His jeans landed by her hip. She fingered the soft, worn fabric and wondered when she’d last felt so incredibly satisfied.
Then he was between her thighs. He filled her with one smooth push. She went from hazy to interested in a heartbeat. Her eyes snapped opened. Angel was over her, pushing into her again.
She could see his face, his shoulders, his passion-filled eyes and she smiled. This was going to be good.
He didn’t disappoint. The man had control and style. He found a rhythm and depth that touched the very core of her. Just when she was about to relax into the sensations, he shifted slightly and had her chasing to keep up. He pumped slow, then fast, then slow again. She was wet, swollen and surging toward another release.
Just as she was about to wrap her legs around him to draw him in, he somehow flipped them both so he was on his back and she was on top.
She wiggled a little to find a comfortable place on his erection. She unfastened her ponytail and shook her head so her hair hung loose around them. After bracing her hands on either side of his shoulders, she smiled at him and began to move.
“Think you’re in control?” he asked as she slowly, so slowly, slid up and down.
“I know I am.”
One eyebrow rose. He cupped her br**sts, then touched the very tip of her ni**les. The light, teasing brush made her insides clench and had her hips pumping a little faster. He massaged her br**sts. After her last orgasm every part of her was more sensitive and she found it difficult to remember she was trying to hold back. Because honestly, what was the point? Angel was naked and hard and inside her.
He continued to rub her br**sts, his gaze locked with hers.