Page 29 of Last One Standing (Saint Brothers #5)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

KONA

I came awake slowly, peacefully. That hadn’t happened in a long time.

Usually I was jolted awake by shouts, a bang, or my internal fear.

I was pleasantly warm and while slightly sore, I didn’t mind.

I knew where I was and who was under me.

Angel. His scent was unique, delicious, and him.

His heartbeat under my ear teased me back to slumber, but the thrill of being held as though I were precious kept me awake. I didn’t want to miss any of this.

Carefully, I angled my head so I could peer up. His head was cocked to the right, his eyes closed, his kissable lips faintly opened. He had both arms around me protectively, and even though he slept, his brow was furrowed as if he were upset.

He truly was a gorgeous man. His rich brown skin was flawless, his beard trimmed to perfection, his eyelashes…

Damn, I’d kill for them . He was a work of art; it was almost painful to look at him.

I shimmied up gingerly so as to not wake him or hurt myself.

You’d think after everything Brick had put me through, I’d never want to be close to another man again, and I really didn’t…

unless that man was Angel Saint. As much as I longed to kiss him, I’d never do so without his consent, but I could dream.

“That’s creepy,” he mumbled and opened his eyes. They had thin flecks of gold mixed in with umber.

“I won’t lie and say I’m sorry, because I’m not. Watching you is my new favorite show.”

He chuckled, and the sound went right to my heart. “Glad you think so.” He adjusted his posture and I went to lift off him, but he lightly grabbed my wrist. “You don’t have to leave.”

“I…well, I mean, I figured you’d want to get up. It’s morning.”

His gaze went to the window, where the sun was sneaking through the curtain. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your bed. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”

My word, he was going to make me come from kindness. “It was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You can.”

“If I moved in subtly, angled my head ever so slightly, and pressed my lips to yours, would you be grossed out?”

The corner of his lips curled up. “A kiss. Are you asking if you can kiss me, Kona?”

“I’d really like to, but I understand if you’re not into that, or me, or whatever.”

He reached out and delicately brushed his finger along my cheek. “If you kissed me, I’d kiss you back.”

“Great.” I slid off the bed…a little awkwardly since my body still hurt, and walked to the bathroom.

“Um,” I heard Angel speak loudly. “Was that the wrong answer?”

I grabbed my toothbrush, and another that was still wrapped, and put toothpaste on both.

“No, come here.”

I heard the rustling of the sheets. As soon as he popped into the bathroom, I thrust the toothbrush at him. “I don’t do morning breath, and I wouldn’t subject you to it either. Brush, then I’m going to explore that mouth of yours. Devour you like it’s the last supper.”

Angel snorted but he began brushing like it was his job.

Once we were minty clean I smiled at him, took his hand, and guided him over to the bed. If I was kissing this man, I was going to be comfy.

He didn’t say a word, simply grinned, almost indulgently, and allowed me to lead.

That was a foreign concept to me. Brick had always taken control.

Early in our relationship, when I’d actually craved his touch, he’d been the dominant.

Later he became the aggressor. Angel wasn’t Brick, and I was sure he could no doubt manhandle me easily, but he wouldn’t do anything that made me uncomfortable.

“I’ve never prepared for a kiss like this before,” Angel joked and I chuckled.

“I’m building the suspense.”

He released a breathy laugh. “That suspense has been building since the first time I saw you on stage.”

Okay, for real, had anyone really ever come from kindness? I’d need to look that up. Later. Right now, I was done talking. I leaned in, and Angel met me halfway. His lips pressed against mine as soft as I’d knew they’d be.

He was tender, and while I wanted to push him down and fuck him into next week, my body was in no way ready for that. Instead, I cherished this moment. His tongue brushed along my lips and I opened for him, welcoming his taste, his air, every part he’d give me.

I hummed when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, careful of my ribs.

I wanted to touch all of him, feel his skin under my fingers.

For now, I settled on holding him as tightly as I could while he plundered my mouth perfectly.

He was more exquisite than I thought he’d be, and I didn’t ever want this bubble we were in to burst.

“Please,” I whispered once we broke away for a breath.

“What do you want? Anything.”

“You, all of you, anything.”

His lips skimmed across my neck, barely-there kisses peppered fading bruises, and I wanted to weep at the reverence he had for me.

“Take from me, Kona, whatever you need.”

Now I did push him to the mattress with no resistance.

He lifted up toward the headboard and I followed, hungry to touch and be touched.

When he stopped, I straddled his lap. We connected like magnets—lips, tongues, and hands.

He was being careful, and I hated it. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and make me scream.

I pressed my chest to his too forcefully, and pain shot through me and I gasped.

“Hey.” Angel took my face in his hands. “We’re good, slow.”

I nodded, and decided to let him lead. He lifted my shirt over my head, and I removed his. Skin on skin, brown and tan, it was like being shot with adrenaline.…He brought me to life, and it wasn’t until that moment I realized how I’d been half living.

His hands gently cupped my ass, and instinctively I pressed against him. I could feel his hard cock and I moaned, unable to hold back the incredible feeling.

I hadn’t enjoyed sex in a long time…so long, I’d forgotten how I’d once loved it.

“Angel,” I whimpered.

“I know.” His voice was deep, rough, as if he were barely hanging on.

My fingers danced down his chest, across his stomach, and once I reached his waistband, I dipped inside. He didn’t stop me, and I gripped his cock. It was like steel wrapped in velvet, big, thick…there wasn’t a part of this man that didn’t make my mouth water.

“Shit,” he hissed as I started jacking him off.

“Can we get naked, please?” Yeah, I begged. I had no shame right now.

I slid off his lap, and he kicked off his pants in record time. Mine took longer but soon we were all skin, and I was all right.

I shivered when his dick glided along mine, precome making us slick. It was a seductive dance I was thrilled to be part of.

“Shit, Kona, I’m gonna come.”

I nipped his chin and took our cocks in my hand.

He was so big I couldn’t grasp them both, but he covered my hand with his, and in mere seconds we were shooting off as though we’d discovered sex for the first time.

I came so hard, the pulse in my ears muffled whatever sounds came out of Angel’s mouth.

I rolled onto my back, our come and sweat painting my skin, and tried to catch my breath. I felt no pain, had no fear, and when I looked over at Angel’s smiling face, I felt cherished.