Reckless Kiss

Her eyes are the color of sunset, and she feels like heaven in my arms. Our mouths reunite in a slow kiss, lips pulling, tongues touching. Heat fills my stomach, and I pull her body against mine, loving the feel of us chest to stomach to thigh. I’m ready to take her inside. I want us to be completely reunited.

“Did you bring any bags?”

Her whiskey eyes meet mine. “I brought everything.”

Stepping back, she goes to the small car and opens the trunk. One rolling suitcase is inside, and I take it from her. “This is everything?”

“It’s what’s mine. I’m never going to that house again.”

“Angel—”

“I’m an adult, I have money, and I’m done with trying to include them in our lives.” She puts her purse on her shoulder and takes out what looks like art supplies from the back seat. “Beto tried to kill you.”

“And I nearly killed him in return.”

Her eyes flash to mine. “None of this would have happened if he hadn’t attacked you.”

I can’t argue with her. “The police will have questions.”

“Mateo told them Beto was cleaning the gun and it went off. He didn’t know it was loaded. I don’t think they’re going to pursue it.”

Our feet crunch on the gravel as we walk to the porch. “So I don’t need to turn myself in?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Inside, I put her suitcase on the landing before pulling her into my arms again. “Are you okay with that?”

Her chin lifts, and our eyes meet. “It’s what’s right. Now where’s that lake? I’m ready to go skinny dipping.”

Angel’s soft breasts flatten against my bare chest. Water laps at our shoulders, and her body is warm against mine. She eases the pressure in my chest, the relentless stress since that gun went off.

Leaning forward, I capture her lips, parting them so I can stroke her tongue with mine as her legs rise and wrap around my waist.

Her lips trace a line to my ear. “I want you to fill me.”

It’s a sultry whisper that tingles my erection. I reach down, grasping my cock and sliding it up and down until I’m at her opening, thrusting inside.

“Fuck,” I groan as wet, clenching heat surrounds me.

“Deacon…” She whispers hungrily at my ear, and my eyes close, my hips thrust upward.

“Mm… yes…” Hot murmurs as our mouths kiss and pull, devouring lips, cheeks.

I lightly bite the side of her neck, and she moans, tightening around my cock. She rides me, pushing her thighs against my waist. Fingers thread in my hair, and her chin lifts.

Her full breasts are at my mouth, and I catch a hard nipple, pulling it with my teeth. Sweet water is on my tongue, and she pulls me deeper. I’m right on the edge about to come.

“Come for me.” My hands grip her soft ass, and I move her, doing my best to hold on as she chants my name, moaning softly.

“So good…” She holds my face, sweeping her tongue in my mouth.

Our mouths seal together, tongues unite, and her pelvis moves like a wave against mine, up and down, blowing my mind.

“Fuck.” I’m losing control. My ass tightens, and one more massaging pull from her hot little body is all it takes. I start to come.

“Oh, God…” She gasps, shuddering and scratching my shoulders.

My lips are on her neck, and we rise together, higher and higher, pulsing and swirling, holding and touching… Until we’re breathing hard, hearts beating fast, as we come down, hugging each other tightly, returning to this moment.