She stepped back when he attempted to undress her. He almost panicked, thinking he’d surely die on the spot of blue balls if she was having a change of heart. She’s still here, that’s a good sign. “I—want to do it . . . for you. Is that okay?” It was too dim to see if her face was flushed, but he would bet anything it was flaming. Seriously, though, it was the sexiest thing she could have said to him in that moment.
“Angel, I’d love it.” He took a seat on the edge of the bed, leaving his boxers on, even though his cock was damn near bursting out. Let her set the pace. She grasped the waistband of her bottoms, then seemed to think better of it, and started with the top instead. Hell, he didn’t care either way as long as the end result was naked. The strip show wasn’t exactly what he imagined, though. Her movements were so fast, he could hardly track them. He thought he caught a glimpse of a nipple before she bent to deal with the last of her clothing.
He was pretty sure pants were normally dropped that fast only in the event of an emergency. Now that’s what I call enthusiasm—or terror. He hoped it was the former. He wondered fleetingly if she had been commando. That question was answered in the next moment when Trouble appeared from seemingly nowhere with something in his mouth. Gabe figured it was another ornament from the tree. Thank God they’d bought plastic ones.
It must have been one of her favorites, because Sara shrieked and began trying to wrestle it from his mouth. “You bad boy! Give those back. I swear, where did you come from?” She glared over at Gabe as she continued to struggle with her furry nemesis. “If you weren’t going to shut the door, why did we come in here? We could be getting it on out there. That’s on my bucket list, you know.”
He was so distracted by her bouncing tits, and her ass, that he could hardly focus. The only things he picked up from the exchange were the words “getting it on” and “bucket list.” “Um—Angel, just let him have the damned thing. I don’t care if he eats it, as long as he goes away. They’re all a dime a dozen anyway. His slobber might be an improvement.”
He got to his feet, intent on getting rid of the little cockblocker. But she blocked his path, scowling at him with her hands on her hips. Sweet Jesus, I want to suck those. “Baby?” She called him an endearment, and he loved it, yet—the tone was all wrong. Go ahead and apologize. You screwed up somehow. I swear that mutt is getting the cheap dog food for this.
He struggled to make eye contact with the naked woman of his dreams. I’m a mere guy, not a saint.
“You do realize he has my panties, right? Granted, they might not be the most expensive ones a woman can buy, but I assure you they cost more than the figure you named. And—having your dog eat them is not one of my kinks.” Oh shit. Her serious expression slid away, and a giggle escaped. He found himself grinning as well. There was no possible way that either of them would ever forget their first time. Between her frantic disrobing, and Trouble turning into some canine panty pervert, it was one for the record books. If he got lucky after this, it would be a miracle. Speaking of. She was so close to him now that her nipples were nearly touching his chest. One step forward and we have contact, folks.
“I’ll buy you more,” he offered. “I say we call them collateral damage for now and think big picture. I’ll shove him out into the hall and then we pick up where we left off.”
He half expected her to change her mind, but she nodded in resignation. “Oh, all right. Hurry up, I’m getting cold.” Again, with the enthusiasm. He wasn’t offended by her sarcasm, though. In fact, he thought it was an indication of how comfortable they were together. They’d teased each other all the time when he was in Iraq. But there was an adjustment period in a situation such as theirs, and they had both struggled with it.
Gabe took Trouble to the kitchen and bribed Sara’s panties away from him with some dog treats. He resisted the urge to gawk at them as he tossed the scrap of silk into the trash. He’d replace them with a new, slobber-free pair. He shook his head as he retraced his steps. You can’t make this shit up.
His body was in overdrive when he returned to find Sara on her side, fast asleep. He couldn’t believe it at first. Really? Clearly, he’d pissed off the man upstairs at some point. A snore filled the room—wait, was she choking? He inched closer, peering down at her. And she almost gave him a heart attack by rolling over onto her back and laughing. “Angel—are you stoned?”
“I couldn’t resist.” She chuckled. “This whole seduction I attempted to pull off has been a train wreck. I figured the only thing left was one of us passing out.”
He shifted until his cock was an inch away from her face. “I can assure you that it won’t be me, sweetheart. I’ve managed to stay hard through my dog eating your undies, and you being bored-to-sleep in my bed.” He bent down until he was hanging over her. “But now I’m going to take the edge off by devouring you. Sound good?”
She inhaled audibly. “Yes—please.” Now that he knew it was going to happen, he attempted to slow the momentum, wanting nothing more than to fully pleasure her. He took her lips, letting his tongue explore her mouth, while he nudged her legs apart and lowered his body onto hers. The thin material of his boxers was all that separated them as he ground against her. The friction was exquisite torture, but her moans told him that she was enjoying it. Between the endless kiss and the damp heat he could feel through his briefs, he was getting closer to the edge. Time to shift the focus. He stepped off the bed and put his hands on her hips, turning her until her legs were dangling over the side. “What are you doing?” she asked in a voice heavy with desire. You haven’t seen anything yet, Angel. He didn’t respond until he was on his knees between her spread legs. “Ohhh.” He detected a hint of embarrassment, but she wouldn’t be able to focus on that for long, he’d make sure of it.
The glow from the lamp highlighted every peak and valley of her gorgeous body. And for a moment, all he could do was stare. Mine. “Do you have any idea how beautiful and sexy you are, Angel?” She shook her head shyly, but he could tell that she was pleased. Wanting to keep her off-balance so she wouldn’t have time to overthink, he slid one finger inside her, and she moaned as she tightened around it. He let her adjust to the invasion as, aided by her slick arousal, he glided in and out. He used his thumb to rub her clit, then added another finger. So tight. He lifted her hips and breathed in her heady scent. Heaven. Peaches and cream.
She knew what was coming; he could tell by the tensing of her thighs. He understood this was a very intimate thing for a woman, but if they had any idea how freaking much men loved their taste, they would learn to embrace the power. He lightly circled her sensitive nub, smiling when he heard her ragged groan. He savored her sweet nectar as he dipped his tongue into her before sucking her clit into his mouth. “Oh my God,” she hissed as her body shook. She was so amazingly responsive, which only fueled his own desire. Soon, the combination of his fingers, along with his mouth, had her flying over the edge. He was surprised, and thrilled, to discover that his Angel was a screamer. He fucking loved knowing that she was possibly waking the neighbors. Not to mention the fact that poor Trouble was probably plotting a rescue attempt. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she choked out. “That was better than the best vibrator I’ve ever owned.”