The more I thought I understood Angel, the more he would surprise me.

I’d been staying with him for almost two weeks, and even though it was still kind of weird sometimes, it was also kind of… nice?

I felt a little guilty even thinking of it that way. I wasn’t there to have a good time, after all. But Angel—once again—had really surprised me with the way he’d treated me from the very first night.

Sure, he still looked at me like he might tear my clothes off me and fuck me real good at any moment… but he never acted on it.

Not when I’d lean over and give him a clear view right down my shirt. Not when I’d slowly undress for in front of him every night, just like I’d done on that very first night we spent together.

Not even when I’d accidentally brush up against him in that big-ass bed.

And after eleven days of all of that… I was getting horny.

Horny as hell.

I didn’t think I’d ever admit that I wanted him to fuck me—not even to myself—but I did want it. I wanted it more and more every day and every night.

I’d find myself in class thinking about that big dick that he could barely keep contained in his pants. I’d watch him as he moved around the condo, steady and methodical, confident, just like he always had been, and it only made me want to feel those strong steady hands on my body.

Even now, just sitting on the bus on my way back from class, I can’t stop my hand from wandering down between my legs and pressing against my most sensitive spot for just a little bit of relief from the constant sensitivity that I feel whenever Angel is on my mind.

And it seems like he’s always on my mind.

I got off the bus at the stop by his condo, hoping that maybe he’d be out doing some business, or doing something that would give me at least a few minutes alone to take care of the heat that had been building up inside me for damn near two weeks.

But when I walked though the door and found him standing there waiting on me in his usual spot, I couldn’t even pretend to be disappointed. I might not be able to get the privacy that I desperately needed at that moment, but seeing his eyes roam over my body in that familiar way and his mouth turn up in a smile as he asked about my day?

Yeah, that was worth not being able to touch myself for at least a little while longer.

“Hey, Bella,” his voice was deep and rich, and never failed to send a tingle up my spine. “How was class?”

The same question every time, but it never got boring to me. I usually tried to give him some kind of smart-ass answer, just to keep him on his toes, but today was different. Today, I could barely think straight.

“Class was… good,” I said. Just thinking about you and your big cock fucking me all day. “I, um,” I swallowed hard, not sure what to say. I could feel my face heating up as he quirked an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side.

“You… what?”

He took a step toward me, then another, and I felt my knees go weak. Oh my God, I was going to have to move or sit down or do something soon, before I passed out from all the blood that was rushing to my head—and the heat that was rushing to every other part of my body.

“I just, um… I just… wanted—” I had been doing a good job of keeping my eyes locked onto his, afraid of where I might look otherwise, but then I couldn’t help myself. I glanced down—just a split-second—to take in the rest of him, his solid, hard body, that ever-present thick bulge that never failed to impress me as it strained against his tailored pants. And yep, it was still there in all its glory, making me horny and dizzy and fucking wet, making me forget whatever I’d been about to say.

I looked back up at him, my cheeks burning, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way I’d been practically undressing him with my eyes. The cocky half-smile that played across his lips and the look of pure sex in his eyes told me that he’d seen it all, though.

But more importantly, that look told me I wasn’t the only one in the room who was having a hard time keeping it together. I knew he wanted to fuck me. I could feel it. And I knew I was on the right track when I took a step toward him and heard him suck in a sharp breath as I finally closed the remaining distance between us.

I turned my face up to keep eye contact. His pupils were blown, dilated with pure heat, pure lust.

He bit his lower lip, and just the sight of it made me imagine his teeth grazing my lips, my nipples, my—fuck, I couldn’t help but moan, the sound escaping my throat before I could stop myself.

“Take this off,” his hands moved to play along the hem of my shirt, sending another shiver down my back as his knuckles grazed the bare skin of my stomach.

It was as close as he’d been to touching me, and it made me want more, made me crave it.

I scrambled to follow his order, fumbling with the tiny buttons at the collar of my shirt—God, why hadn’t I worn something easy to get out of?

Finally, it was up over my head and I tossed it behind me, not feeling at all self-conscious this time as his eyes traveled down over my breasts. I wanted him to see me, all of me. I wanted his dick to ache for me the same way I was aching for him.

“This, too?” I asked, already unfastening my bra before he could answer.

He nodded—a good thing, since I wasn’t about to stop. “All of it,” he said, the low rumble of his voice thick with desire. “Everything. I wanna see all of you.”

Fuck.

It was all I needed to hear.

I shrugged out of my bra and pulled down the short shorts I was wearing along with my panties in one swift motion that left them pooled at my feet. Feeling more bold than ever, I stepped out of the pile of clothes and reached for him, but he caught both of my wrists in his hands.

“No. Wait.” He shook his head slightly as he let go, and I reluctantly let my arms drop back to my sides.

He was pushing me to the edge, and he knew it, but as he took a step back and let his eyes drink in the sight of my naked body, I could tell that he wasn’t in any hurry to give me the release I so desperately needed.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice so quiet that I wasn’t even sure he’d be able to hear it. “I need…”

“Need what? Tell me, Bella.”

Was he taunting me? Teasing me? Trying to torture me?

Whatever. I didn’t care anymore. I’d play his game if it meant I could have what I wanted in the end.

“I need your mouth…” I swallowed hard. “Your tongue… please.”

He reached down and adjusted himself, his big hand tugging at an even bigger bulge.

God, that was what I needed.

Then he slowly licked his lips and took a step forward, pressing his body against mine. He bent down and pressed his face against my neck. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, could feel him inhaling me.

“Yes, more… please,” I was panting, struggling to keep my hands to myself as his lips trailed down my body.

I needed to touch him, and reached for him before I could stop myself. But he’d anticipated my move, as if he knew my mind and my body better than I did, and pinned my hands to my sides again as he stood up and looked down at me with a sexy smile.

“If you’re going to keep disobeying me, I’m not going to give you what you want…” His voice was low and quiet, but it still seemed to fill the room, to rumble through my body as I took in every word.

“Please, no,” I shook my head, using my eyes and my voice and my body to plead with him. “I’ll be good, I swear, just please don’t stop.”

I should’ve felt ashamed at the way I was begging, but I didn’t. I didn’t give one single fuck about the way I sounded or how pathetic I might have looked. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment was what he could do to my body.

His hands still around my wrists, he gently pushed me backwards until I was pressed against the wall. “I’ll make you feel good, but I think I’ll hold onto your hands for now…”

Yes. Whatever. Do whatever you want. I don’t care, just please hurry.

My brain was screaming the words, but they wouldn’t come out. My throat had gone dry, and I could only hope that he could read my mind as well as he’d been able to read my body.

He lowered himself onto his knees in front of me and leaned in closer. I could feel his rough stubble as it scraped across the sensitive skin at the tops of my inner thighs, and could feel the tip of his tongue as he teased and flicked it up and down along my slick folds.

Yes, God. Thank you Jesus.

It was finally—finally—happening.

A long, loud moan escaped my lips, and I pressed my hips forward, wanting—willing—him to do more. Faster. Now.

He seemed to get the message, and I was rewarded with the sensation of his tongue probing deeper, more insistently as he lapped and licked and teased, parting my lips to let his teeth gently graze across my sensitive clit.

“Oh my God,” I panted, my knees buckling as I started to slide down the wall, but he somehow held me in place with his hands around my wrists and his face in my pussy.

He didn’t stop, though—didn’t even slow down. He just propped me up against that wall and buried his face deeper, his tongue alternating between darting in and out, then lapping up and down.

“Yes, just like that, Angel, oh my God,” I moaned again, finally able to catch my breath and my balance for long enough to start riding his face, grinding against his mouth and giving myself over to that magical tongue.

I felt more than heard the deep rumbling growl as it passed from his chest directly through my body, and it made the breath catch in my throat. It sent a warmth radiating up from my core to the rest of my body, and I could feel the climax building inside me, almost ready to overtake me.

The connection I felt with him went deeper than just sex. It was instinctual and primal, and just like he’d anticipated my movement earlier, he seemed to know just what I needed now without me saying a word.

He moved his attention back to my clit, sucking at it, pulling and stroking and nipping with his tongue and his teeth and his lips. It was enough to push me over the edge, and he finally let my hands go free just in time for me to grab his head and hold him there as the first waves of my orgasm washed over me, flooding my senses as I bucked wildly against his face.

His big hands reached around and grabbed my ass, kneading it and pulling me in even closer, harder, tighter as the last shockwaves of my climax sent little tremors through my body, leaving me shaking and bent over him.

I don’t know how he managed to keep breathing, but he stayed there, supporting me with his body for several long minutes, until I finally pushed myself back upright.

He stood up again and smiled down at me, lifting his hand and rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip.

“Thank you,” he said, finally, although I felt like I should’ve been the one thanking him. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

All I could do was nod my head and close my eyes as I slumped back against the wall, completely exhausted.

And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was all over. I didn’t open my eyes again, but I could feel him moving away from me, could hear his footsteps as they receded down the hallway to his bedroom, leaving me alone again.

Thinking of him.

Again.