Page 29 of Pretend Wife (Angels of the Secret Order #4)

“What are you going to do?”

“Taste you,” I said without a second thought.

The blush in her cheeks deepened. “You… want to do that?”

“More than anything.” I lowered my head so that my mouth hovered over her center, my breath stirring the copper-brown curls there. “Can I?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I swiped my tongue up her slit and circled her clit with the tip. She tasted even better than I’d imagined.

She cried out and her hips jerked.

My fingers clamped around them, holding her still as I licked and devoured her.

God, she was like the most addictive drug in the world.

How had I ever thought I could stay away from her?

We were always going to end up here. I’d wanted her from the moment I woke up in the hospital and saw her face, and my obsession had only grown since.

I was drunk on her taste and her sweet moans. She writhed and squirmed beneath me, her movements becoming more jerky and frantic with each passing second. When her legs began to shake, I slipped a single finger inside her, curling and searching for the spot that would push her over the edge.

Within seconds, her inner walls were clamping around me. My name fell from her lips on a gasp as she threw her head back with an expression of pure ecstasy that I vowed to myself I’d see again and again.

I pulled back when I was sure I’d wrung every bit of pleasure from her and she lay panting.

“Any comments?” I asked, trailing gentle kisses up her stomach.

She gave me a lazy smile. “You were perfect.”

Pride swelled in my chest, but I didn’t want her to stroke my ego if she wasn’t one hundred percent satisfied. “I’m serious, Sunday School. If there’s anything you want me to do or not do, tell me.”

“I want to touch you. Please.”

I’d never particularly liked being touched before. I hated giving up control to anyone and preferred to be the one doing the touching, and everything else for that matter. But Danielle was willing to beg me. And I could already feel all my willpower to deny her anything dissolving like smoke.

“You don’t need permission to touch me. I’m yours, Danielle. And you’re mine. ”

I didn’t even see her move. One second she was spread out on the bed with her hands tied above her head, and the next she was free of her restraints and twisting us so that I was the one under her.

A startled laugh escaped me. “You were serious about being able to get out if you wanted.”

“Did you doubt me?”

“I’ve learned my lesson.” There was something undeniably sexy about knowing she’d chosen to stay restrained when she could have gotten out at any time.

She gave me a sweet smile, but there was a wicked gleam in her whisky eyes. “No you haven’t, but you will.”

I didn’t have time to wonder what she meant before my boxers were gone and her delicate fingers were wrapping around the base of my cock.

Oh fuck.

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the feel of Danielle touching me, and I was legitimately afraid I was going to lose control the second her warm mouth wrapped around my cock.

I was so unbelievably fucked.

Danielle’s tongue swirled around my crown, and my body jerked without my permission. I let out a hiss and reached for her.

I didn’t make it. Danielle caught my wrists and pinned my arms at my sides with enough strength that I couldn’t break free.

“Dani,” I gasped out.

“Yes, baby?” she asked, her eyes glimmering with amusement.

My breath was becoming more ragged by the second, and every bit of control I’d worked so hard to obtain had completely abandoned me.

Danielle held my gaze as her tongue darted out to lick along my length, making my muscles tighten. She continued the action over and over and fucking over until I was sure her goal was to drive me insane. My hips thrust upward uselessly, seeking more friction.

“Do you want me to beg?” I asked, my voice coming out strained.

“You’re welcome to, but that wasn’t my main goal.”

I let out a curse as she licked me again. This woman was far more evil than I’d given her credit for. “Please, Dani. Please. ”

“Please what?” she asked, trailing a line of kisses down my shaft and then gently scraping her teeth over my balls, causing my back to arch off the bed.

“This is payback, isn’t it?” I said between pants.

“Maybe,” she said with a grin.

“I didn’t know you could be so cruel.”

She laughed softly. “You’re the one who wanted to marry me.”

“And I would do it again in a heartbeat,” I told her seriously. Sometimes it was still hard to believe she was real. Sometimes when I looked at her, I felt like I was back in that hospital bed, staring at an angel I was sure was going to disappear. “I love you.”

The words came easier than I’d ever imagined.

I’d spent so long being afraid of loving anyone, terrified of losing them like I’d lost my son who wasn’t ever mine, but admitting my feelings for Danielle felt an awful lot like relief.

I was so tired of fighting and deliberately making myself miserable.

“I love you too,” she murmured with a small smile that held a hint of sadness.

I wanted to erase that sorrow, to make sure she never had a reason to feel anything less than joy ever again.

My wrists were still pinned at my sides where Danielle held them, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I felt my ab muscles flex as I lifted my upper body off the bed and took her mouth with mine, claiming her now and for the rest of our lives.

She kissed me back eagerly, like she needed it as much as I did, like we might die if we separated right now.

Her grip loosened around my wrists, and then she let me go entirely to cup my cheeks. My hands dove into her hair, stroking and twirling the strands around my fingers as I flipped us so she was underneath me again.

Our hands explored, running over bare skin and gripping at each other as our mouths continued feasting and devouring. It was impossible to get enough of her taste, the feel of her skin under mine, the sounds she made when my tongue swirled around hers.

My cock pulsed with need, demanding more.

“Hayden, I need more.” Danielle echoed my thoughts.

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, keeping my forehead plastered to hers. We were both breathing hard, our hot breath mingling in the space between our lips.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“Yes. I want it to be you. ”

“I’ll try to go slow, but it’s probably going to hurt. I need you to tell me if you want me to stop.”

“It’s okay. I trust you.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her trust settling over me. It wasn’t as smothering or as terrifying as I’d expected. If anything, it felt natural, meant to be. She was mine, and I was hers. We were equal, partners who could count on each other.

“Are you on birth control, or should I get a condom? I promise I’m clean.” I’d been religious about condoms since everything that had gone down with Jacqueline. It didn’t matter if someone told me they were clean or on protection, the only person I trusted was me.

Until Danielle.

“I can’t get pregnant right now,” she said.

I nodded. “Okay.” My fingers trailed through her long hair as I lined our bodies up, watching her face intently for any signs that she wasn’t sure.

There’s this belief that your first time is supposed to be special. And I had every intention of being gentle and taking care of her. But I believed it should be special every time. Not just the first. I vowed to myself Danielle was never going to know the feeling of casual or meaningless sex.

I’d done not special, and I didn’t ever want Danielle to experience that.