Page 86 of Devil’s Promise

CHAPTER THIRTY

Promise

My eyes slide closed, the feel of his weight on me the most calming experience… I’m sure the orgasm helped, but now I can barely stay awake.

“Epic,” I repeat. “Is that good or bad?”

He nuzzles into my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Good.”

I turn just enough to kiss his cheek. I hope that’s true, but there is a part of me that doesn’t trust it.

Maybe it’s all those years with my father. Whatever the reason, however, I set my worry aside as Angel slides to the side, pulling me against his body, and tugging the covers tight around me.

I fall asleep, hoping that my fears are incorrect. Angel’s new partners have made my value clear. And with their help, maybe I can both avenge my mother’s death by exposing my father for what he truly is, and maybe I’ll even get to live to see it.

My sleep is long and deep. It turns out that Vegas’s hotel rooms are amazingly quiet, at least this one is, and surrounded by Angel, I feel so warm and safe that I don’t wake until I hear the clank of dishes.

I move my hair out of my face, pushing up on one elbow.

Angel stands next to a cart of prepared food as he pours himself a cup of coffee. “That smells good.”

He looks up at me, smiling before he takes a sip. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Sleepyhead?” It’s a term of endearment that sounds strange coming from Angel. His tattoos ripple as he sets the cup down. “I’ve never slept well. But maybe I’m making up for that now.”

His smile slips, his gaze growing dark as he stalks toward me. “You can sleep as much as you want, love. Anytime you want.” His hands come down on the bed and then his knees as he climbs over me. “You eat as much as you want. You relax as much as you want.”

I wrinkle my nose. “I’m going to get fat.”

He stops hovering over me. “So?”

My eyes get wide. He’s taken his contacts out, the amber of eyes only adding to the intensity of his gaze. “Angel…” I start but the words die out as he starts pulling the covers down my body.

I was going to tell him that if he really wanted this to be a long-term thing, I’ll need a job and an exercise routine and…

But he lowers himself, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. “I love your curves,” he rumbles into the flesh. “But I wouldn’t mind if there was more of you.”

And then he sucks the puckering flesh between his lips.

My fingers slide into his hair, my body arching closer.

He keeps pulling the covers down until they’re below my thighs. Then he hooks one of my knees, opening my legs.

He lets out a rumble of dissatisfaction.

“What’s the matter?”

“Blood.”

I lift my head and look down. It isn’t much. Just a little that’s all dried on my thighs. “It’s nothing.”

“I don’t like that I made you bleed.”

I shake my head. “Women are pretty used to blood down there.”

His eyes connect with mine. “Periods are different and the next time you have one, you’re not going to be able to keep me away. But this…”

He leans down, placing a light kiss right on my mound.