Fallen Angel (Angel's Halo MC 6)

I bit the inside of my bottom lip to keep the questions I wasn’t even sure I had the right to ask from spilling free. Questions I didn’t think I could handle the answers to.

“Damn it, Rory. I’ve missed you too goddamn much to play games with you now. What’s wrong, baby? Please tell me.”

Tears stung my eyes, but they stayed closed so he wouldn’t be able to see them. Still, I lowered my head to his shoulder, hiding my face from him. “I missed you too,” I whispered in a voice choked with my suppressed tears.

“Don’t you still love me? Is that it?” I felt how tense he suddenly was, as if he were dreading my answer. “Because I sure as fuck still love you.”

My head snapped up, needing to see his face so I could tell if he was lying to me or not. But Matt had never lied to me before, and I wasn’t expecting him to now. I just needed to see his face, his eyes, to know that what he was telling me wasn’t just a product of my own imagination. In my haste, I had forgotten about my tears, but when he saw them, he let out a low growl.

“I love you,” I told him, my voice soft but steady. “I’ve always loved you. Every day, from that first day, I’ve loved you. Nothing’s changed.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he said with a cocky grin. “Now tell me what the hell has you upset.”

“No. I can’t. It’s stupid, and I’m not sure I could deal with it even if I were able to say what’s on my mind right now.” His eyes narrowed on me, but I was done talking. Talking wasn’t going to get us anywhere. It would only end up breaking my heart. I honestly couldn’t handle that on top of everything else at the moment.

I leaned in close, my lips only an inch or so from his. “Kiss me,” I commanded and shivered when I felt his entire body jerk in reaction to my husky voice.

“If I kiss you now, I might not be able to stop, babe.”

“Good.”

He groaned, but his casted hand left my ass and cupped the back of my head, pulling me that last inch that separated us and covered my lips with his own. The first brush of his mouth over mine, the first caress of his tongue over my bottom lip, had everything inside of me jerking awake. I had forgotten how good his mouth tasted, how perfect his lips were.

Hungrily, I kissed him back, aching for so much more. My hips rocked against him, and I felt his cock flex against my most intimate place, causing white and red fireworks to explode behind my closed lids. Matt pulled back, his breathing coming out in harsh pants. “We should slow this down. I don’t want to rush you. I just got you back and—”

I didn’t give him the chance to finish what he was saying. I kissed him again, my lips hungrily devouring his, and was rewarded with a tortured sounding growl. Rush me? Hell, we’d gone slow enough as it was. I wasn’t willing to let another hour pass without having him inside me.

I felt him pulling up the skirt of my dress and then jerking my panties aside so that he could cup my bare pussy from behind. I arched my hips, pressing my soaked opening against the palm of his hand. His fingers teased my wetness, spreading my lips so he could play with my clit. His thumb circled the little bundle of nerves softly, slowly, dragging a moan from deep in my chest as I continued to kiss him.

Desperately, I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with his belt as I tried to get his pants open. When we had dated, Matt had never let things get further than heavy make-out sessions. He’d never let me touch more than his chest and stomach, and never anywhere below the waist. And he sure as hell had never touched me where he was exploring with talented, experienced fingers now. He’d always been careful with me, making sure never to do more than what could get either of us in trouble. It had driven us both crazy, but he’d always said it would just make our first time better.

“Fuck,” he bit out, and with both hands on my ass once again, he stood with me still in his arms. My legs tightened around his waist, my nails sinking into his shoulder through his T-shirt. He adjusted his hold so he wouldn’t drop me and then climbed the stairs two at a time.

I didn’t look around as he took me up to his room. My gaze was trapped by his, and all I could see was the desire flashing out of his blue eyes at me. Moments later, he sat me on the edge of his bed and stepped back. He pulled his shirt over his head then undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans. With my next inhale, he pulled his jeans and boxers down over his hips and kicked them and his boots off.

Matt didn’t give me time to do more than have a

quick look at his cock that was standing at full attention. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it off along with the hoodie he had put on me earlier in one smooth move, leaving me in only panties and a bra.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned as he took a moment to scan his gaze over me. “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so goddamn long, Rory. I’ve imagined you like this, spread out for me across my bed so I could feast on every part of your delicious body until I’d had my fill.”

He pressed me back onto the mattress and dropped to his knees between my legs. My thighs trembled when he touched the soft flesh, positioning my legs farther apart. “I’ve imagined how good you would smell, how you would taste.” He inhaled deeply, making me blush, but my entire body became one white-hot flame when he exhaled, his breath blowing across my wet panties.

“Matt… Matt!” I screamed when he tugged my panties to the side and covered my pussy with his mouth.

His groan sent vibrations through my entire body, torturing my throbbing clit. I felt the tip of his tongue at my entrance and closed my eyes as my fingers searched blindly for something to hold on to so I didn’t float away from the pleasure.

His tongue stroked me from my entrance to my clit, teasing and torturing me with just a caress from the tip before sucking on my clit roughly. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed, didn’t have a spare brain cell to give over to shyness because he was making my mind go completely blank to everything except how good he was making me feel. The slight stubble on his chin that I had barely noticed before rasped across the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. The rough, sandpaper texture contrasted perfectly with the soft touch of his tongue on my clit. It was as if he was stimulating every other nerve in my body with the way his cheek brushed over first my right inner thigh, then the left.

“Matt,” I cried when he thrust a single finger into me, going deep until he reached the proof that I hadn’t let anyone else touch me in the time we had been apart. He made a growling sound deep in his throat, which made his lips vibrate around my clit. “Oh fuck, Matt!”

His head snapped up as the world seemed to shatter with light around me. I couldn’t catch my breath as everything inside of me suddenly felt like it was buzzing with life yet dying at the same time. My legs tried to close as I attempted to hold on to the feeling, but he kept them apart with a gentle touch on each knee.

I looked up at him through my lashes, too weak to lift them farther. His jaw was tense, and there was a hunger blazing out of his blue eyes that both thrilled and scared me. Sucking in one deep breath after another, praying my heart would calm down before it exploded, I watched as he opened the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a condom.

Jealousy ripped through me all over again. Having a stash of condoms meant that he used them regularly. That they were right there beside the bed meant he fucked other women on the same mattress on which he was about to make love to me. Tears stung my eyes all over again, but I quickly blinked them away as he dropped one more kiss to my pussy before jerking to his feet.

Leaning over me, Matt lifted me so that I was in the middle of the bed before spreading my thighs wide with his knees. He pressed his forehead to mine and I heard him swallow hard. “You’re sure?” he muttered in a tense, deep voice.