In all the years she’d known the Delgados, not once had Lorenzo brought a woman to a get-together, and she’d been invited to all of them, except for the years she’d been away. Having lived next door to them for over twenty years, and being best friends with his little sister, not to mention the fact she’d had a crush on him since the age of thirteen, she would remember. The fact he’d never had a serious relationship used to be a balm to her battered heart, now it could be the one fact that would actually shatter her. Thinking about how he might dismiss her, gave the much needed push she required to get up, and get out, before he returned.
She tossed the covers back and hopped out of the bed. Where the heck were her clothes? She remembered he’d taken such care the night before to fold each item and place them at the end of the bed, but now they were nowhere to be found. She felt foolish bending over with her bare ass in the air to see if they’d gotten knocked under the bed, but there was no other choice.
“Now that is a fantastic view,” Lorenzo said.
Wasn’t that just great, she thought. She could do one of two things. The first would be to crawl under the bed and hope he didn’t notice, but a snowball probably had a better chance in Hell. Or she could brazen it out and act like it was nothing new to be naked in a man’s bedroom.
“I was just trying to find my clothes and then I’ll get out of your way.” Angelina opted for number three, standing up and jerking the top sheet around her like a toga. Sure, it wasn’t the bravest thing, but, hello…she’d never done this before.
The sound of his feet walking across the tile floor made her glance up for the first time since he’d opened his mouth. The man was just too delectable for words, with a towel slung low around his waist. There was no embarrassment in his demeanor whatsoever. She guessed he’d done this routine more times than he could count.
“I had them laundered.” Like liquid sin, his voice should be illegal.
“What? Why would you do that? I don’t have anything else to put on, and those shorts are leather,” she accused.
“Oh, I like what you had on a few minutes ago. As a matter of fact, I think you should only ever wear your birthday suit in my bedroom. The cleaner will know how to take care of the shorts.” He promised, coming closer.
“That’s not funny. What am I supposed to put on in the meantime? And don’t you dare suggest I should go naked.” She pointed one finger at him while holding the sheet in place.
“Would it make you feel better if I did, too?” With the confidence of a man who knew he was hot, Lorenzo dropped the towel. He stopped in front of her with that ever-present devil-may-care grin and a major erection. His left eyebrow winged up, like he was daring her to match him.
Never one to turn down a dare, Angel accepted his challenge and upped him. The sheet dropped with a whoosh, and she followed it down, using it as a cushion for her knees. The night before, he’d denied her the pleasure of exploring his flesh, but, today, she would take what she desired, and she wanted to taste him almost as much as she needed air or water to sustain life.
Her breath caught in her throat at the obvious sign of his arousal. She traced his shaft with her tongue, dragging it down to his balls and then, taking one into her mouth, she teased her tongue over them. He let out an animalistic groan. She licked back up his shaft again and took him between her lips.
“Damn, that feels so fucking good,” he panted.
She sucked, pressing his dick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The suction had more fluid spilling out of the tip, and she cradled his balls in her hands and massaged them.
He grabbed her by the hair; his hold tightened. “Yes, Angel, that’s going to have me coming. Baby, if you don’t want me to… God, sucking me like that, yes.” He closed his eyes, jaw tight, head thrown back.
Her head bobbed on his shaft, sucking harder. She grabbed his thighs, felt his body tighten and the muscles jump as he thrust into her throat.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that. Suck me harder.”
His words were music to her ears. She loved knowing she could give him this pleasure. He let out a guttural groan, his big frame jerking as he jettisoned into her greedy mouth, and she swallowed, holding his legs and loving all he had to give her.
His hand smoothed her hair as she continued to lick him clean then pressed a kiss to his belly. She glanced up and met the hot expression on his face.
“You have no idea how amazing that was, or how long I’ve dreamed of that. My wrist was beginning to get carpal tunnel, I swear.” He sighed.
Lorenzo shocked her by dropping to his knees and kissing her utterly senseless. He kissed her like he cared for her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she realized she would never, ever, forget this moment for as long as she lived. And still he kissed her.
He pulled back, swiping at the tears beneath her eyes. She tried to smile and act like nothing was wrong, but the quiver in her jaw was a dead giveaway.
“Why are you crying?” He stared at her with a bewildered gaze.