Angel writhed beneath him. “Dammit, Ren, please.”
He sucked in a breath, holding himself up on his elbows, parting her gently. He waited for her to adjust to his size before moving. She lifted her hips toward his, a sign of her impatience that made him chuckle.
He started to move, slowly at first, dragging his cock back until just the head was inside her heated depths. The clenching of her pussy sucked him back inside, making him increase the pace until he set up a pounding rhythm that she matched stroke for stroke.
Lorenzo wanted to feel her come while he was buried deep inside her. He could feel every tiny muscle inside her tighten on him. He slipped a hand underneath Angelina’s ass and lifted her into his thrust, determined to send her over the edge one more time before he lost control. “Let go, don’t hold back,” Lorenzo said, his other hand delving between their bodies.
The tiny, swollen pearl of her clit stood out, begging for his attention. He dipped his finger into her juices, and then rubbed in small circles around the hard bud.
She strained against him, screaming and crying out as she came. He worked towards his own release, thrusting harder and faster. The feel of her teeth biting into his shoulder sent him hurtling towards oblivion. He shuddered and groaned deeply, his breath rushed out against her neck.
“Don’t move just yet,” Angelina said, sliding her hands down his back.
Lorenzo licked her neck. “I couldn’t if I tried.”
He levered himself on one elbow and traced her eyebrows with the tip of his finger. “You are truly amazing, do you know that?”
Angel focused on his shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I think I gave you a hickey.”
She snorted out a laugh that pleased him no end. “You can mark me anyway you want, my love. Hold that thought though.”
Lorenzo eased out of her, and climbed over the side of the bed, grabbing his discarded jacket.
“What are you doing?” A frown pulled at her brows.
He kept his back to Angel and pulled the small box out of the inner pocket. Taking a deep breath, he turned and got down on one knee.
The original plan had been to ask Angel to marry him during the dessert course, but her teasing had driven him insane to be inside her. Now he was kneeling, buck-assed naked, and he couldn’t think of a better way to ask the woman of his dreams to spend the rest of her life with him.
“I know you’re too good for me, but will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
She had tears welling in her eyes; her chin quivered. A second passed and then another. He began to worry.
“Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.” Angelina leaped from the bed, kneeling in front of him. Her arms snaked around his shoulders.
In one smooth move, he lifted them both and brought her back to the chaise. He rolled to the side and took the ring out of the box. The gorgeous square-cut diamond, encircled with more diamonds in a platinum setting, sparkled as he pushed it onto her left ring finger.
A breath of relief escaped his throat at the perfect fit. “I love you so damn much. I wanted you when you were too young for me to want you and have loved you just as long.”
“Well, I have you beat since I loved you long before that.” Angelina cupped the back of his head, bringing his mouth down to hers. “You are my world, Ren. Without you, my world was nothing.”
“That’s just so sweet,” Andrew Cage sneered.
Lorenzo rolled over Angelina, coming to his feet. “What the hell do you want, Cage?”
The sound of rustling let Lorenzo know Angel was trying to cover up her nakedness. He’d told the staff to leave after they served the final course, giving him and Angel some alone time. Now he wondered where Lyle and his personal security team were. Of course, he and Angelina hadn’t been quiet during their lovemaking, so maybe they’d decided to take a long walk down the beach.
“Put some damn clothes on. I’d hate to shoot you with your dick hanging out.” Andrew gestured at Lorenzo’s pants.
Not taking his eyes off the gun held in the other man’s hand, Lorenzo leaned down and grabbed his slacks. He tugged them on and then bent to pick up Angel’s dress.
“I didn’t say anything about Angel getting dressed. Drop it.”
“Andrew, you don’t want to do this,” Angel said in a shaking voice.
“Shut the fuck up, you whore. Get up and come here or lover boy will die.” Andrew waved the gun back and forth.
More rustling could be heard. “Please leave Ren out of this. I’ll do whatever you want, just let him go.”
Lorenzo hated the pleading tone in Angel’s voice. The fear-laced words had adrenaline surging through his bones. All he needed was one distracted moment, and he knew he could take Andrew out. The feel of fabric brushing against his back eased some of his panic. Angel stepped beside him, wearing his shirt.