“Come for me.”
The command was unexpected and sexy and dammit all to hell if her body didn’t start to tremble as a climax washed through her. She rode him up and down, unable to stop herself from going faster and grinding deeper, pulling every ounce of pleasure from the lovemaking.
Angel dropped his hands to her hips, guiding her as she slid over him. When she was finally surfacing again, he pushed in deep one last time and shuddered his own release.
* * *
“WHAT ARE THE odds of you eating lunch naked?” Angel asked when he and Taryn had washed up in the frigid water. He already knew the answer, but figured a man couldn’t be judged for inquiring.
He was a guy—he enjoyed looking at the female body. Taryn was tall and lean. He liked her small, perky br**sts. Her ni**les were slightly oversize and seemed to always be hard. Talk about arousing. Having her long hair play peekaboo with her ni**les added to the show. Her legs were long, her pubic area trimmed but not waxed—just the way he preferred.
She looked from the pile of clothes they’d scattered around, to the lunch cooler, then back to him.
“Sure,” she said, and dropped to the blanket.
All right!
He got the cooler and passed out sandwiches. There were also bottles of water and cut fruit. Taryn sat cross-legged and reached for one of the sandwiches.
He stared at her. She was totally naked. Her hair partially covered her br**sts, but not enough to keep them from being a distraction. Worse, with her legs like that, he could see all of her. She was still damp and swollen and he felt himself getting aroused.
She bit into the sandwich, chewed and swallowed. Her mouth twitched. “Is there a problem?”
He swore, grabbed her sandwich and tossed it into the cooler, then bent over her and began kissing his way down her chest.
“You did that on purpose,” he accused, just before he licked her nipple.
“I only did what you asked.”
“Because you knew what would happen.”
“Did I?” she asked with a laugh as she wrapped her arms around him.
* * *
MONDAY MORNING TARYN walked from her car to the company offices. Across the street the basketball game was in full swing. She paused to watch the action and felt a tiny tug of regret when she saw Angel was on the shirts team. Too bad, because the man looked good without clothes.
They’d managed to make love again, get dressed and eat lunch before their ride found them. Angel had spent the rest of the weekend at her place, mostly in her bed. They’d talked about everything but what had happened and what she’d told him. She had a feeling he would never bring up the topic of her father again.
But it was enough that one other person knew the truth.
She walked into her office and turned on her computer. As she set down her tote, she saw a plain white envelope with her name on the front. She opened it and found a note from Angel.
“Because we never talked about it.” The paper underneath was a copy of a blood test from only a few months before.
Taryn sank onto her chair. Other lovers had sent flowers or jewelry after a weekend with her. Some gave her clothes or tickets for island getaways. But this—this was special. Thoughtful, just like the man himself. Angel took care of people.
She was on the pill, so pregnancy wasn’t an issue. But they hadn’t used a condom until they got to her place. She’d thought they would have to have an awkward conversation, but he’d handled the situation.
She tucked the note and the blood test into a side pocket of her tote, then unloaded the paperwork she’d never gotten to. She had plenty to keep her busy, she reminded herself. There was no time to swoon over a man. Still, Angel seemed very swoon-worthy. And someone she could almost trust. Almost being the key word.
Sometime around ten, Larissa walked into her office with two mugs of coffee.
“How’s it going?” her friend asked.
Taryn winced. “I have an appointment with Mayor Marsha this afternoon. I get to explain to an old lady why she needs to change the town’s slogan. I’m not looking forward to it.”
Larissa set one of the coffee mugs on Taryn’s desk, then settled in the visitor’s chair. “How was your weekend?”
“Good, yours?”
“I went to a conference in Sacramento.”
“Greenpeace?”
“No, but it was on animal rescue and preservation.” Larissa leaned forward. “What do you know about marmosets?”
Taryn shook her head. “No.”
“But they’re adorable.”
“No. Don’t even think about it. No monkeys. Not here and not at your apartment. No.”
“But...”
“No. I mean it, Larissa. Don’t go there. We’ll all regret it.”
* * *
“YOU SHOULD BE happy I’m coming with you,” Jack said as they drove through town.