Taming Angelina (The Temptation Saga 4)

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He rinsed the soap from her body.

Her nipples tightened as the streams of water wandered over her. Why on earth was she getting turned on when she was so sad?

Because this was the man she loved, the man who offered her comfort. If being with him, his body inside her, offered her comfort, why should she not avail herself of it when she so needed it? She reached between his legs and stroked his already erect cock.

“Oh, baby.” He gritted his teeth. “Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

He lifted her into his arms and impaled her.

Completion again. Sweet, lovely joining.

He grabbed her ass, lifted her up, and thrust her down upon him. Up, down. Up, down, and with each slick stroke, she fell more and more in love with him. So in love she wasn’t sure she could continue to live if he weren’t here.

“God, you feel good, baby. So good.”

She sobbed into his shoulder as her climax built. When it finally emerged and the kaleidoscope of pleasure whirled through her, she murmured into his neck, though not giving voice to her words.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me, baby.” He hoisted her up and down more rapidly. “God, yeah. I’m coming with you, Angie. Ah!”

With one final plunge, he pulsed into her. So in tune with him was she, her walls felt every spasm.

He kissed the top of her head as she slid down his slick body.

“Go on and dry off,” he said. “If you stay in here with me I might never get to work today.”

“But we didn’t wash you yet.”

“I can handle it myself. If you put your hands on me I may have to fuck you again.”

“What would be wrong with that?”

“I can’t lose my job.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time for more showers.”

“Good.” She stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel. “Because I want to get my fingers in that gorgeous hair of yours.”

She dried off. He’d said there’d be more showers. That was a good sign. She sighed and got dressed.

She had to admit she felt better. A good night’s sleep and a good cry always helped. Not to mention a good bout of lovemaking.

She wasn’t looking forward to today. She had to go with her mother to make the cremation and memorial service arrangements.

“You look nice,” Rafe said, exiting the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

His bronze chest glistened. No hair covered it, and only soft hair covered his muscular legs. God, his legs. So powerful as he sauntered toward her. The muscles in his calves bulged. No wonder he could ride a horse without reins.

Speaking of… “I can’t make my lesson today. I have to help my mother with the…arrangements.”

“Of course. I figured as much.”

“But I will continue the lessons. I swear it. It was my father’s wish that I learn to ride well, and I intend to.”

“Good. I’ll enjoy seeing you. But for now, you take a break. You let me know when you want to start lessons again. I’ll make sure Belle gets her exercise.”

He’d enjoy seeing her at lessons? Did that mean he didn’t intend to see her anywhere else? Course he’d just said there’d be more showers. Quit second guessing, Angie.