Her other hand grips my neck, and I turn my mouth to find hers, biting and sucking her tongue as she shivers, circling her fingers faster.
Our mouths break apart. “Don’t stop.” With one hand on her flat stomach, I knead her breast, pulling her nipple while I trace my mouth along her neck, behind her ear, wanting to taste her everywhere.
She’s salty sweat, and she smells like rich jasmine. “Oh,” she sighs.
My voice is ragged and gruff, and my instinct is faster… harder…
Her soft ass crashes against my pelvis. Her fingers move faster, I thrust harder. I push her to the wall, and she moans loudly, slamming her palm against it. I feel her insides clench just before she breaks into spasms as she comes.
Fuck me, it feels so good. It’s just what I need to let go, driving hard for two more thrusts before holding, balls deep as my cock pulses, my orgasm jetting into her.
I pull her to me, holding her back against my chest as we breathe heavy in time. I slide my hands around her waist, closing my eyes and feeling her body, this woman who owns my soul.
How is it possible to love someone this much? To need her so fiercely, it’s an actual, physical pain?
She’s the only woman I’ve ever slept with. It sounds fucking corny, but we taught each other how to move, how to touch… because we were inexperienced kids, we didn’t know to be embarrassed by our fumbling mistakes.
Minutes pass as we return to Earth, noticing the sounds of the night. An owl calls, cicadas scree, the water laps on the lake.
“Here.” I speak softly, sliding out of her and instantly missing the warmth of her body.
Her skirt falls over her legs, and I pull up my jeans, turning to sit and pulling her onto my lap in a straddle as I hug her close. Her hands are on my neck, and she leans forward, tracing her full lips along mine, kissing and nibbling. It’s enough to rouse my sated dick in my pants.
“I should’ve brought you back to my place.” My voice is thick. “I want to fuck you all night.”
Her nose curls adorably. “Make love all night. We already fucked.”
Damn, this girl.
My girl.
Leaning back, I gaze at the vision in front of me. The top of her dress is still unbuttoned, and moonlight touches her small breasts with silver light. Dreamy amber eyes meet mine, and I shake my head.
“How did this happen to me?” I sound as bewildered as I feel.
“What?” Her head tilts to the side, her brows furrowed.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The sweetest thing I’ve ever known.”
“Deacon.” Her chin drops and she hugs her body close against mine. “You’re the best thing in my life.”
I slide my hands up her back, loving the feel of her in my arms. It’s all I ever want, holding her in my arms this way as long as I live.
“It’s time, Angel.”
She sits back, studying my expression. “Time for what?”
“Time for me to come to your house and meet your family, introduce myself.” Sliding a wild curl behind her ear, I grin. “I want to make us official.”
She blinks down, almost shyly. “I’ve been thinking about that. My brother’s just getting back in town. I’m just getting to know him—”
“I want to know him, too. I’ll pick you up at your house—his new house—and I can meet him, take you on a real date.”
“We’ve been on real dates.” Her nose scrunches, teasing me, but I’m serious.
“I want to meet your family. Say yes this time.”
She tilts her head to the side, soft curls drifting around her high cheekbones. “Yes.”
Our eyes meet, and she smiles. Leaning forward, she wraps her arms around my neck. Her soft breasts press against my bare chest, and I close my eyes at the sensation.
Her voice is quiet. “I don’t know what Beto’s like or what he’ll say.”
Sliding my hands under her arms, I hold her back so she can see the smile on my face, feel the confidence I feel. “Whatever he says, we’re in this together. I’ll take care of you.”
She studies me, looking deeply into my eyes, and I wonder what she sees there. I hope she sees what I want her to see—our bright future.
She must, because ultimately her full lips curl into a smile. “I wanted to invite you to Lola’s quinceañera on Saturday.”
“When and where?”
“It was supposed to be at the Knights of Columbus, but I think Beto is moving it to his house. We’ll start at five, so maybe you should arrive around six?”
“An hour late? That seems rude.”
“An hour after my brother has been drinking.” When I hope he’ll be more relaxed…
Tracing my finger along the line of her forehead, I kiss her brow. “I’ll be there at five thirty. What should I bring?”
“Just yourself.”
“I’m bringing her a gift.”
She exhales, sliding her nose along my jaw. “We’d better get back. It’s late.”
The wind is picking up, and the scent of rain is all around us. She straightens her top, buttoning it closed, and I retrieve my shirt, pulling it over my head. I wrap my leather jacket around her, and we hold hands walking down the stairs to my bike.
Rain stings my arms as we retrace the miles, and the warmth of her body presses against my back. We’re going to be together forever, and it’s going to be amazing.
I won’t let it be any other way.
4
Angel
We’re just ahead of the storm when we reach my brother’s house. I jump off the bike and give my helmet to Deacon.
Smoothing my hair back, he leans down to kiss me again, flooding my body with warmth. “I should walk you to the door.”
Reaching up, I thread my fingers in his thick, dark hair. “Soon.”
“Saturday.” His blue eyes glow in the darkness, and I want to tell him he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. He always has been.
Instead I tell him goodnight. “Go now. Before the rains starts. I’ll worry until you get home.”
He rarely rides a motorcycle. It’s too hot most of the year, and his Audi is plush and air conditioned. But tonight, it was perfect for our clandestine affair. Except when I say goodbye at this hour, when it’s starting to rain.
I’ve broken so many rules to love him—I broke my promise, I hid him from my family… I hate feeling like judgment is lurking around the corner, hanging over our heads. Valeria will love him if she gives him a chance. Lourdes does.
Beto should… I can’t think about that now.
“I’ll text you when I get there.” He leans down for another, hot kiss, and my fingers tighten on his slick leather jacket.
He exhales a groan, the muscle in his square jaw flexing attractively. “I hate saying goodbye. I want you in my bed.”
He’s so damn fine in the darkness, that surge of need filters into my stomach. I swear, he’s right. We could be together all night and still not be satisfied.
Reaching out, I place my palm against his warm cheek. “Saturday, right here at this house, everything is going to change.” For the better, I pray.