“Sometimes I am.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes meet mine. “We all are sometimes. Like tonight. I wanted this time with you. Just us.”
She pulls me the rest of the way to the bed, and I go willingly.
Once we reach the mattress, Angel puts her hands on my shoulders and gives me a little push. “Sit. And take off your shirt.”
“My shirt?”
“Yes.” She grabs a small jar off the nightstand that I hadn’t noticed before. “I’m going to give you a massage. And I can’t do that if your shirt is on.”
“Angel. You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Then she puts her hands on her hips, and it’s so similar to how Haley does it, I have to work not to laugh. “Now. Your shirt.”
A second later, her teeth dig into her lower lip. “Unless you don’t want?—”
“I do.” Grabbing hold of my shirt, I yank it off in one move. “Whatever you want, cupcake. I want it, too.”
Angel looks flustered for a moment as she looks at my bare chest. Then she visibly gathers herself and whispers, “Your pants, too.”
She’s nervous, I realize. Maybe she’s never done anything like this before. Then I think back to what Angel told me about the last ten years. The few first dates that fizzled into nothing. The men who asked her out, but changed their minds once they found out she had a kid. And, finally, a quiet acceptance that staying single was better.
So, no. She probably hasn’t done anything like this before.
But she wants to. I can tell from the needy look in her eyes. I can tell from the sweet flush across her cheeks and the outline of her nipples against her thin sweater.
Protectiveness sweeps through me so swiftly I’m almost breathless from it.
I don’t want her to be nervous. I want her to know I want this as badly as she does.
“Cupcake.” I stand and pull off my pants and socks, leaving me in only a pair of briefs. Just the thought of Angel touching me has me hard and wanting. The fabric covering my erection is already damp. “Will you take off your clothes, too? So I can see your gorgeous body?”
“But the massage.”
“Oh, I want the massage,” I tell her. “And now that you’ve mentioned it, I want to give you one, too.” I slide my hand under her shirt and stroke her back. “Putting my hands all over your incredible body, making you feel good… I think massages are a fantastic idea.”
“Okay.” Angel takes a deep breath and lets it out. Then she takes off her shirt, revealing the sexiest bra I’ve ever seen. It’s pale pink and sheer, so it looks almost like she’s wearing nothing. Beneath it, her nipples are full and lush and beg to be taken into my mouth.
“Cupcake,” I murmur. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” I palm one breast and flick my thumb over her nipple. “I cannot wait to give you a massage. And to have your hands all over me.”
She unfastens her pants and wriggles out of them. Then she puts her hand on my chest, right over my heart. “I want to touch you, too.”
“You can do anything you want,” I reply. “And.” I hold her gaze. “We can stop there. I want you to know that. I don’t expect anything. I said we could take things slow?—”
“I know.” Angel’s chin tips up. Something fiery flashes in her eyes. “But what if I don’t want slow anymore? What if I want all of it?”
My dick jumps eagerly.
“Then you can have it.” Pulling Angel to me, I cover her lips with mine. “Anything you want. It’s yours.”
Her gaze travels from my chest to my black briefs, and then to my face. “Lie down,” she commands. “It’s your turn first.”
Like I told her, anything she wants is hers.
So I do as she tells me.
I force myself to lie still as her hands roam all over me.
