Fallen Angel Reclaimed: The Complete Series by Lacey Carter Andersen
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Daniel satat the edge of his bed. A lighter in his hands. It was silver and well-made. Mark kept it hidden in a box on the mantel, and thought Daniel didn't know about it. Daniel had always known.
It wouldn’t hurt to use it, just for a moment.
He just wanted to touch the flames and let the euphoria of the fire move through him. It was so damned tempting. How could he not?
Taking a deep breath, he told himself that he’d only light it for a second.
And then someone turned his door handle. Looking up, he saw Surcy slip into his room. She locked the door behind her and turned back to him.
Her long black hair flowed loosely about her shoulder in waves that made him ache to run his fingers through them. Her face looked flushed, her eyes wild. The pink tanktop and shorts she wore sent his blood rushing downward. Her nipples stood out beneath the thin material, just aching to be touched.
When she moved toward him, her long bare legs enticing, he sat mesmerized. She closed her hand around his lighter and took it from his hand. “That seems like trouble.”
He cleared his throat, not wanting her to see the effect she had on him. “My father always said that playing with fire is a good way to get burnt.”
Her gaze ran over him, and suddenly she was far too aware of the fact that he wore nothing but boxers. “But sometimes it’s worth it, right?”
His mouth went dry.
She dropped the lighter on the floor and reached out, running her smooth hands down his chest.
Every muscle in his body tensed. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
Her hand continued downward until she clutched his hard length.
He shuddered. “Fuck.”
With careful movements, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Do I have to beg for it?”
When her teeth nipped his lower earlobe, he lost all control.
Grabbing her, he spun her down onto the bed. Their lips locked as his hands grabbed her hips and pressed her against his length. To his absolute approval, her legs wrapped around his back, drawing him closer. She ground against him.
He wanted to make this good for her, to make it last, but it’d been too long. Touching himself was nothing like being inside her, and he wanted her so damned bad.
When he broke their kiss and tore off her tanktop, she threw her neck back, surrendering herself to him. He caught her breasts, cradling them in his hands. Glorying in the feel of them.
They were large. And her nipples were perfect and hard.
Using his thumbs, he stroked them, drawing a gasp from her lips. He continued to torture her hard nubs, drinking in the sight of her arousal. She threw her head back and offered her throat to him.
When he leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples, she wrapped her hands in his hair and groaned. He flicked his tongue, licked, and sucked harder, loving how she ground against his length with each movement. When he moved to her other breast, he swore she was already on the edge.
But he wouldn’t take her so fast.
Pulling off her shorts and underwear, he tossed them on the ground. When he returned, he moved slowly down her body, kissing every inch of her belly, until he was kneeling on the ground before her spread legs.
God, she was beautiful. Vulnerable. Open before him.
Reaching out, he stroked her wet folds. He loved the way her muscles tightened.
When he found her clit, she cried out, begging for release. He would make this good for her, so good that she could never be without his bed again.
Using one finger, he slid inside her tightness before he leaned forward and licked her.
Her legs curled around his shoulders. He continued to lick her as his finger slid in and out, drawing her orgasm closer. When he added a second finger, she twisted on the bed above him, crying out his name in glorious desperation.
She’s ready.
Standing, he slid his boxers off. Her gaze went to his erection, and he was pleased by the hunger in her eyes. He gripped her hips and eased into her.
She moaned, and her hands grasped the sheets above her head. Inch by inch he took her, loving the way her body held him tight. Just the thought of her, wet and aching for him, made him want to spill his seed right then.
He had to go slow, to wait for her to catch up. He thought of the stock market, thought of baseball. Anything else but the beautiful angel lying beneath him.
As he eased in and out of her, building a rhythm, he ordered himself not to come. He refused to explode before she did.
When he reached between them and began to rub her clit with each thrust of his body, her inner muscles suddenly squeezed him cruelly and she exploded over the edge. His thoughts of stocks and sports spun away, and he cried out as his seed filled her.
His orgasm was hard and long. He didn’t want to stop thrusting into her. He didn’t ever want to leave her again.
When he collapsed on top of her, the room was filled with their heavy breathing. She held him close, and he knew he was a fool to think he could ever be without her in his bed.
But he wondered if she felt the same.
She’d come to him for a reason, and not his brothers, and deep inside he knew it. She wanted to share his bed, but she wasn’t ready for more.
I hope I’m wrong, but I doubt it.
Surcy pushed his shoulder, and he rolled to the side of her. His hands reached out for her, but she was already crawling from the bed. He dropped his hands and watched, not blinking, as she dressed rapidly.
Before she turned back to him, he steeled his heart, knowing what was to come.
“Uh, thanks, Daniel.”
Thanks?Fuck that hurt.
“Any time.”
She hurried from his room as if hell hounds were nipping at her feet. But at the door lingered for one second, in her eyes he saw something. Words that she wanted to say. Her mouth opened. His chest tightened. And then, she turned and slipped out of the room.
He lay on the bed for a long time, enjoying the scent of her. In his mind he imagined everything that had taken place, over and over again, as he tried to memorize every moment of it.
Surcy didn’t love him yet. She’d just wanted to sleep with him.
He wished that was enough for him, but it wasn’t.
His chest ached, but he told himself that he just needed to be more patient. She would come around. Yet, as he rolled to his side, the pain in his chest remained sharp and cruel as if to whisper, and what if she never comes around?
