“I want you to come,” he whispered. “I want you to show me how good this feels.” Then he sank his teeth into her shoulder, a mighty beast holding his mate in place, and that’s all it took.
“Mark!” she cried out as she went flying over the edge into star-spangled bliss. She was the sun going supernova, and he was right there with her, his huge cock in her hand pulsing with climax.
It was raunchy. It was raw. It was real. And it was…Angel.
Oh shit!
Had she called him Mark? He’d bitten her shoulder just like Mark used to do, and the dream had felt so close and she’d been out of her mind with pleasure and—
Her heart beat fast as Angel shifted from behind her. “Let me get the tissues from your purse.” The mat dipped under his weight when he scooted toward the edge. Five seconds later, he set about cleaning the evidence of his desire from her bottom.
She pretended to keep her back to him to aid in his endeavor. Truth was, she was a coward. She didn’t want to roll over and see the hurt or censure or…whatever in his eyes if she had, in fact, cried out Mark’s name.
Eventually, though, she had to face the music. When Angel crawled back beside her, spooning against her, she managed to ask in a bullfrog croak of a whisper, “Did I…um…did I happen to scream…” She swallowed, unable to go on.
Angel did it for her. “Mark’s name?”
“Oh God.” She buried her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry. That’s awful. I’m awful. I was dreaming about him before you woke me up and—” She cut herself off. “Nope. Sorry. That’s an even worse thing to say.”
Angel kissed her shoulder. “Stop it, Sonya. You don’t have to apologize for anything.”
She glanced back, trying to search his eyes but it was too dark. The night had descended on them in all its stygian glory. “How can you say that?”
Before Angel could answer, a soft buzzing sound echoed from somewhere nearby. Suddenly, the room around them felt huge. And hollow. It occurred to her how vulnerable they were within its expanse, and a chill raced down her spine as her mind conjured up all sorts of terrible things…
What if someone had entered the building and watched them through night-vision goggles? Or what if someone lived here, like an ax murderer on the lam who’d waited for night to fall before making Sonya and Angel his next two victims? Or what if a circus performer had died a violent death here, and his ghost was bent on revenge? Not that Sonya believed in ghosts, but she could—
Buzzzzzzzzz.
“There it is again.” She sat up, clutching her arms around herself. “What is that?”
“Relax. Just your phone.”
“My phone?”
“I turned it off silent mode. BKI is probably calling with an update.”
Blowing out a deep breath, she indulged in a weak laugh, chiding herself for letting her imagination run away with her.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Fine. Just jumpy, I guess.”
“You are safe, Sonya. You are with me.”
From any other man, that would have been the height of arrogance. From Angel, it was a simple truth.
Before scooting away from her and going in search of his jeans to retrieve her phone, he kissed her shoulder directly over the tender spot where he’d bitten her. He’d done the same thing when they’d had sex. Right before he came, he had sunk his teeth into her, marking her as his, claiming her as his.
That prickle of suspicion and incredulity from earlier was back, skittering up her spine. Okay, so maybe she did believe in ghosts because there were times, like now, when she would swear Angel and Mark were—
“Agassi here,” he said after thumbing on the phone. “Hey, Emily. What do you know?”
The screen lit up the side of his face, that gorgeous face that’d come courtesy of a skilled surgeon wielding a sharp knife. Thinking back on the photo she’d seen of him before all the plastic surgery, she compared it to her memory of Mark.
They had resembled each other once upon a time. And yet…Majid’s eyes, Angel’s eyes, were not Mark’s. They were too dark. Not hell-black like she’d originally thought, but definitely not Mark’s warm, chocolaty brown.
Shaking her head, she realized she’d once again attempted to build sand castles in the sky. To make Angel something he wasn’t, someone he wasn’t, because… Okay, she was finally ready to admit the truth to herself. After ten years she hadn’t let go of her lost love.
