Page 9 of Angel

“Sing me one of your old songs.”

Her back went rod straight. “Hell no.”

I shook my head. “I need some kind of reparation.”

“I’ll think of something else.”

Beneath the table cloth my dick hardened. I shifted in my seat, unable to get comfortable. Her promise had my head spinning and my pulse doubling. Visions of what I would do to Paige and just where I would do those things to her once we got to the house filled my mind.

Lunch couldn’t end soon enough.

As soon as we finished, I dropped some cash on the table without waiting for the check, and extended my arm to Paige.

Wind whipped across the barren street, nothing but a van and a black SUV parked down the block. Paige went to the passenger’s side of the BMW but before she could grab the handle I slipped my hand around her waist and spun her around.

She gulped in surprise. Half a second later and I stepped my leg between hers, pushing my thigh against her jeans. My hands pressed tight against her back and I swooped down to claim what I’d been thirsting for all morning.

Her lips parted automatically, giving way and allowing mine to take control. She seemed so fragile in my arms, a bird either about to take flight or crumble. I could do anything I wanted to do with her.

And what I wanted was to keep her all to myself.

How could I have even thought for a moment about walking away from her? The taste of her skin, the feel of her waist beneath my hands, the little noises she made when I touched her… Everything about Paige took the cake.

My tongue pushed between her teeth, enjoying the sweetness of her mouth. She moaned slightly against my lips and my body responded with a tremor. My dick grew harder, straining to break out from the restraining fabric of my pants.

I gripped the back of her neck as I broke off the kiss.

“I’m going to take you home and devour you,” I whispered, the words unnecessary but still exciting to say.

She nodded, her eyes wide, her pupils quickly dilating and shrinking. “All right.”