She didn’t know what made her want him this way. Maybe it was the fact that she may not be here after Con learned about the secret she carried.
The thought made her grip Angelo tighter. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rode him until the press of his thumb on her bundle of nerves and the thickness stretching her walls sent her rocketing.
He guided her through sensation after sensation—touch layered with kisses, with dirty murmurs of praise and with pauses that left her breathless and begging.
She shattered beneath his hand, crying out, and Angelo echoed it with a growl that zipped along her nerves and landed somewhere in her heart.
He muffled her cry with his mouth. Her pussy tightened and released in spasms, and then his hot cum flooded her.
She’d never experienced this before. She thought she was prepared for the physical sensation of his cum filling her…but she really wasn’t prepared for the intimacy of it.
She also wasn’t prepared for the look on his face. His eyes burned with more than lust and hit harder than anything physical.
Angelo slowed his motions and locked his gaze with hers. Neither of them moved.
The room held only the sound of their breathing and the quiet aftermath of everything they’d just shared.
He brushed his lips across her temple in a tender sweep that left sparks in her belly. The way he curled around her, so protectively, almost possessively, made her realize he was as reluctant to let her go as she was of him.
But even as she lay wrapped in his warmth, reality pressed in.
He knew the truth about her brother, but she hadn’t explained that she didn’t seek out a chance to find him. She’d simply been in the right place at the right time. She didn’t believe in coincidence—too often the numbers added up.
It might be her imagination, but it seemed to draw them closer when she shared her secret.
Tomorrow would bring questions she couldn’t sidestep—about Cipher, about her place here.
For now, quiet understanding passed between her and Angelo.
Tonight was theirs.
She drew a breath of his clean scent and an unexpected giggle bubbled up.
He turned his head to look down at her, amusement creasing the corners of his eyes. “You have something to share with the class?”
She giggled again. “I didn’t think you would be like this.”
“And that’s funny?” He twisted onto one side to study her.
“No. Your skill in bed definitely matches your appearance on the outside.”
His eyes gleamed—he liked her praise. But she also saw he was waiting for more.
She bit her lip to trap another laugh. “I was looking for any reason not to be attracted to you. I was determined not to like you.”
His eyes narrowed. “Oh really?”
“I was trying to come up with things to dislike.”
“What’d you come up with?”
“You know…halitosis, smelly pits. Hairy ass.”
He pushed onto one elbow to stare down at her. “You thought I’d have a hairy ass?” He twisted his neck, craning to look over his shoulder at his own carved backside and sending her into a spasm of laughter.
She reached around his muscled body and clamped one hand around the very smooth, very hard bun. “You’re not hairy. You don’t smell. And you don’t have bad breath.”
“Good to know,” he said wryly.
