Angel rolled onto her back and stretched, moaning low. The morning sun was shining into the windows, bringing with it a pleasant warmth. She kicked the sheet aside and glanced over at Bishop. He was wide awake, his gaze fixed on her. How long had he been looking at her? She smiled automatically. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” He reached forward and picked up a lock of her hair, bringing it to his nose. “I think it was a mistake us sharing this bed, Angel.”
“Why?” Her tone was just a whisper. He was so handsome. No, on second thought handsome wasn’t the right description. Not with his military haircut, strong square jaw, and the scars marring his chest and arms. Bishop was appealing in a sexy, warrior kind of way.
The silence that followed had her wondering what he’d been thinking that had put the sensual look in his eyes. His tone was low but it didn’t lessen the impact his words had on her. “Because I want you.”
He wants me? Why did that surprise her? She’d been thinking about him all night. Even in her dreams. There’d always been something about him that attracted her in the pictures Diana had shown her and the stories she’d shared, but meeting him in person took her breath away. As soon as she’d realized who he was the night before she’d decided that she wanted him, in an intimate way. And he’d just opened the door. Did she dare walk through it?
Deciding actions speak louder than words, Angel reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of his thick neck. He showed no resistance as she pulled his head down until their lips touched. And that’s when Bishop lost control. Groaning low in his throat, he rolled on top of her and ground his mouth over hers. His passion fueled hers and, opening her mouth, she invited his probing tongue inside.
It was their first lustful kiss, filled with more fire and emotion than Angel had ever experienced before. Bishop thrust his hips into hers, letting her feel the full aroused power of his cock. What they were doing was crazy! But crazy had never felt so good! She parted her thighs and his lower body moved in between them as if they were pieces of a puzzle. A cry of pleasure escaped her when his cock brushed against the mound of her sensitive pussy.
Bishop kissed his way down her throat and over her shoulders, moving the thin material of her nightshirt aside when it got in his way. Angel twisted and arched beneath him, unable to remain still as his warm mouth moved over her. She sensed an urgency about him, struggling with an inner battle inside of him and trying not to give into it. As he continued to move down her body his hands took the edges of her shirt and tugged it open.
She gasped, trembling wildly when his lips caressed her breasts, ending with the tips in his mouth. He tongued nipped at her nipples until Angel couldn’t take it anymore. She raked her nails down his backside and inched her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers, taking hold of his taut, straining butt cheeks. He grunted, grinding his cock against the thin material covering her mound.
Without warning Bishop reached down and tore Angel’s panties from her.