His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One (13 page)

I look to Evan as I answer. “Um…I think I will be back in the morning to get changed for work.”

“Oh my God you
are
a tramp.” She laughs harder this time. “See I told you, is it good?”

“Amy! Of course it is.” We both laugh so hard I almost pee my pants.

I really miss that crazy girl. I feel like I haven’t gotten to see her at all since she’s been back. Guilt washes over me now.

“Tomorrow night, drinks?” she asks.

“Absolutely, we need to...”

“Catch up? Most certainly. I need to know what my trampy bestie is up to.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I hiss at her before Evan figures out what we are talking about.

“Ciao.” She hangs up.

I look up and Evan isn’t in his seat. I didn’t notice him get out of the car. Realizing my door is open now, I turn my head and collide with his, his lips crash to mine. He’s a powerful force to be reckoned with and I’m ok with that. I am most definitely ok with that.

His hands pull my face closer while caressing my hair. His kisses make me feel alive everywhere. He moves his body in closer. I can tell by the force of the movements he has been holding back all day. My hands pull me to him from the passenger seat fisting through his thick hair. I want this here and now. My body trembles with need for him.

“Abby.” He speaks into my mouth as his tongue meets mine. A growl comes from his throat with need of his own.

Evan swiftly takes my body into his, slamming the door with his foot. He cradles me in his arms as he carries me into the sky rise apartment building. His lips never leaving mine.

“Mr. Young.” A deep voice speaks, but Evan continues kissing me.

My body hits the elevator wall as Evan pushes the button for his floor. My arms are around Evan’s neck, urging him closer.

“Evan.” I need his name on my lips. I need all of him on me, in me, everywhere.

Chapter Nine

Abby

The elevator dings, notifying us that we have arrived. Evan swiftly scoops me up once again. The area is large and the double doors in front of us are the only ones on this floor. I jump as the cherry wooden doors open without him even putting a key in or turning the knob. I have never seen anything like that before.

“Security card reader.” He nods to the wall.

I have absolutely no idea what that is or how it opens the door.

“I guess you take security seriously huh?” I tease.

“Yea something like that” he answers with an apathetic look on his face.

Evan sets me down on the floor as we enter the massive space. Beautiful is all I can think. Shiny, dark wooden floors flow beneath my feet. Tall ceilings are accented with beautiful lights. Dark walls and white trim. Floor to ceiling windows. The furnishings are grey with no color and in desperate need of a woman’s designer eye. But, I can’t deny the space is beautiful.

Evan’s hand slips from mine as he walks to the kitchen that sits to the right of the massive living space. I follow suit as I remove my ballet flats placing them against the dark wall. The floors are so clean I can’t bear to dirty them even though my shoes are clean.

My mom has instilled that wearing shoes in a home unless brand new or for a formal event is one of the dirtiest things you can do, and right now I appreciate that lesson.

The kitchen is spacious with cherry finish doors hanging from the cabinets and hidden appliances, well I’m assuming they’re hidden since I don’t see them.

Evan walks towards me, having grabbed us each a bottled water, before I entered the kitchen. His dimples are out to play now and the twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes say they want to play too.

“Do you like what you see?” he breathes as he leans against my ear.

I’m not sure if he’s referring to the apartment or himself, but it is most definitely a yes on both counts. His lips trail kisses from my earlobe to my collarbone. An involuntary moan escapes my mouth.

“Is that a yes?” He laughs at my response.

“Come, I want to show you the most important room of them all.” The wicked grin that sits on his lips says I’m about to get a tour, but it will not be of the bedroom; the bed maybe. Butterflies make their way to my stomach. I crave his touch and I’m more than ready to have it again.

We enter the large bedroom. I gasp at what I see. Large windows with silver drapes on the entire outside wall. The ceiling is what I can’t get over. A tray ceiling with lights illuminating the emerald green color that flows throughout. Small lights make an appearance from this beautiful green. I think it’s supposed to give the feel of the stars above. It’s glorious.

I search for Evan from where I stand once I come back down to earth. He’s near the window, placing something in the nightstand drawer. I walk to where he stands, taking in the view.

“This is amazing. I live in this city and have never seen this view before.” We can’t be very high up in the building, because I can clearly see pedestrians below, but nonetheless it is breathtaking.

Evan is behind me now, placing his arms around my waist, pulling me into his embrace. His head nuzzles into my hair as I hear him inhale the scent of my hair.

“You have no idea what you are doing to me Abby. What you have already done.” My heart takes a leap off of the cliff that is Evan.

He spins me around, taking my mouth into his. Evan’s kisses come from a deep, dark place that is solely reserved for pleasure.

My body presses up against the coolness of the glass, my legs embrace Evan’s waist. Evan’s body holds me in place with his right hand on my ass and his left taking my hands hostage above my head. I want to protest, I want to scream, and I want to touch him.

My head leans to the left in response to the surge of warmth I feel from Evan’s hardness. “Evan,” I whisper, barely getting the word out. I’m desperate to have him.

He finally let’s go of my wrist as he swiftly tugs my t-shirt over my head.

“Yes,” I moan.

I’m ready, fire burns in my belly for this. The fire is going to ensure I implode, taking its release. Evan’s body devours mine, taking my breast into his hand with his own need. My full breast bounces to attention as he pulls the cup of my bra down. He easily lifts my body against the glass bringing my size D-breast to his mouth tracing my hard nipple, his tongue tracing circles, leaving electricity and desperation in his wake.

Evan’s hot mouth never leaves my skin as he continues to lick and suck my sensitive aching body. The implosion is coming from every direction now.

“Abby…I have to have you…Fuck!” He breathes harshly against my mouth.

Finally, he’s going to give me what I want, what I need. Evan takes me into a secure hold, swinging me around to the bed. My hand wraps around his neck needing to have any contact I can.

I lie flat on my back now, my breasts full of need, waiting for Evan to claim them. His immaculate body hovers over mine as he slowly and seductively removes his t-shirt, tossing it to the floor. A smile breaks free and my body jumps to attention, fumbling with the button of his pants. A growl emerges from deep in Evan’s throat.

I reach for his manhood, taking him into my hands stroking his warmth up and down, slowly inserting him into my mouth as my tongue traces the head in a circular motion. His size is always overwhelming and a little scary, but I crave this. I’ve never been interested in this before and have probably only done this a handful of times. But with Evan’s body I would do things I never wanted to before.

I follow down to his waiting balls, inviting each one with my lips. His large cock stands at attention, wanting more. My lips wrap around him, sucking hard with fierce need. I begin to get my rhythm and Evan grabs on to my head for dear life, pushing me to him, ensuring I take every thick inch. He hits the back of my throat with the force of each thrust his hips make. I take everything he has, wanting more.

My aching spot between my thighs pulses, ready to explode. A smile threatens to interrupt as I realize I do have the control in this moment; the thrill shoots through me. It’s exhilarating to take him this way. My eyes lift through my lashes to see fire from Evan’s, they are dark, clouded, and sexy as hell.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

I can feel his body tighten under my control. His body responds to the pleasure, he tries to fight the need to give up and give it all to me.

“Abby I can’t…Don’t stop…Oh fuck I’m going to come.” And with the next three thrust he loses the battle. I grip his ass with my left hand keeping him inside of my mouth. His body shivers in response. My mouth begs and demands every drop from him. I take everything he has.

“That was fucking,” he takes a deep breath. “amazing. Just fucking amazing.” He growls as his breath rushes out harshly with his words.

As he ends his very satisfying comment he forces me down onto the bed, taking the control back. His body is over me, his eyes full of fire and darkness swimming in a pool of lust. I’ve never seen need like this before now, certainly not need for me and certainly not like this. I’m caught off guard. His lips curl into a smile; a very wicked smile, sending a shiver up my spine.

My hands are held tightly above my head by Evan’s. His full thickness is at my entrance. Once again my senses are hyperaware to every touch, kiss, lick. Sparks threaten my nerve endings. My nipples harden, begging for his touch, his taste.

“You are…amazing,” he growls.

With that said his thick hard cock thrust forcefully into my own dripping pool of need. I scream from both shock and approval, the force opens me up immediately; his size is wanted. My body stretches and caresses him willingly. I imagine sex goddesses pulling him in deeper and crying out when he abandons them as he pulls out.

His thrusts are hard and fierce; he’s taking his control over me. He’s fucking me into oblivion and there is nothing more in this world I crave. His lips crash over mine, the electricity it evokes leaves me unaware he has freed my hands as I unconsciously reach for his face. Suddenly his forceful pace slows as he pushes himself up to search my eyes.

“There has never…” He shakes his head as if to clear the thought, taking my mouth into his again.

Quickly rolling over he pulls me on top of him so that we are both in a sitting position eye for eye, sex for sex, touch for touch, and lick for lick. I don’t know where I end and he begins. The high I’m on is liberating; I am a weak girl in this moment. No, I willingly give myself to him to break, fix, and control.

My body rises, leaving an absence. I lower as my wetness invites him in with its seduction. My sex has a mind of its own and its prey is Evan; every thick full inch of this glorious man invades me.

Evan’s hands are on my heavy needy breasts as I push down hard and deliberate; I want to give him every ounce of pleasure I can. His hands quickly meet my ass pulling me in harder as I cry out.

Sweat drips from our overheated bodies. I feel the edge come near as my clit rubs against him. I know right then and there this is it; the implosion is coming to claim me.

“Keep looking at me,” he demands with a growl. “Together Abby.” This is a carnal need I’m more than willing to give him. He pulls me so forcefully I feel him in my belly.

The world is gone, everything goes black. Fire burns through every nerve ending. Every demon we have swims to each other now, the connection is too much. His head follows to my neck, his mouth taking me in like he’s in search of his next meal.

I drop my head to his shoulder in defeat. I have never felt such pleasure; it’s too much, too fast. A tear slips from its hiding place in the darkness and appears into the light.

My world is disappearing. I’m not a helpless little girl anymore. I’m a woman, a woman that feels alive for the first time ever. He has me and I’m scared to death. I’m not ready for this. I most definitely am not ready for this. If I thought Marco leaving me was hard what would this be like? I will always want this, but this is too much.

Evan’s hand rises to my chin, lifting my face to meet his eyes. “What is it? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry…I don’t know what came over me.” His eyes are soft now that the darkness has washed away.

I don’t know what to say. I want to run, to go home where my heart is safe. I believe in true love, but I never thought I would find it. Did I? Maybe my heart being connected with my vagina is the reason. Maybe I am safe, maybe the nostalgia will wash away like his darkness. My mouth won’t move to answer him, my eyes are the only means of communication I have. My heart leaps from my chest with force.

“Abby?” He shakes me, he’s scared. He watches me like I’m in shock.

The reality is, I’m on a high that’s never going to fall, not until he pops the balloon, and when he does my soul will crash to the ground and die. Shit, what have I done? I jump off of Evan, grabbing my clothes and run to the door on the other side of the room hoping it’s the bathroom.

I turn the water on in the sink, leaning down to splash its coldness on my face.

“Abby? What the hell is wrong?”

Everything!
I scream to myself.
I want you so much I can’t stand it.
Yeah that’s just what this god wants to hear.
I’m falling in love with you and I’m going to fall
. Let me tell him that and I’m sure he will take me home, but then I will be in my comfort zone. Yea I need that now. I don’t know what I’m even doing here.

BANG. BANG.

“Abby are you ok?” he yells, probably from worry now.

“I’m fine, just give me a minute,” I hiss.

“Ok,” he hesitates with a sigh.

I have to go, I can’t stay. I need space to figure this out. I need to text Amy and ask for her to pick me up.

Shit, two things are wrong with this. I don’t have my phone in here and I don’t know where it is. I press my palms on the cool tan granite sink, staring into the mirror.

I don’t even recognize this girl. I’m disheveled, my fish braid is in a wadded mess on the side of my head, and my face is red and wet. But, that’s not what I see, not what I really see. I see that the loneliness I feel is becoming comfortable, it takes a front row seat in my life. It grabs hold to the seat not wanting to let go.