by Paige Tyler
Angelo had been seriously attracted to Minka from the moment they’d met, and every minute they spent together had moved both of them further in this direction. He might not have known how long he’d be able to stay here with her, but did he want to look back later and kick himself in the ass for being too scared to go to a place they both obviously wanted to be?
But it wasn’t as simple as that. Minka might be more than willing to sleep with him, but he knew she was inexperienced with men. Was it right for him to take her to bed knowing he could get sent back to his A-team at any time? No matter what she thought she wanted, she’d be devastated.
Even though it was as hard as hell, he dragged his mouth away from hers. Minka looked lost and confused for a moment; then she frowned.
“I was right,” she said softly. “You’re worried about taking me to bed because I am a virgin.”
“What? No!” he said.
Then he realized that, in a way, he was.
Angelo sat back. Thinking would be a lot easier if Minka moved her thigh off his lap. It was hard to concentrate with her warm, soft skin so close to his cock.
“Okay, maybe that is it—a little,” he said. “But I don’t care that you’re inexperienced. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
She laughed and ran a hand down his chest. “You’re big, but I don’t think you’ll hurt me if we make love.”
He gently brushed her hair back from her face, a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. “I didn’t mean I would hurt you that way. I meant that if we sleep together, it might make it harder on you when I have to leave. I’d rather not put you through that.”
Minka was silent, considering that. “Angelo, you are the kindest, most honorable man I have ever met. I want very much to make love to you. And not sleeping with you won’t make it hurt any less if you leave.”
Angelo didn’t miss the fact that she said “if” and not “when,” but he didn’t correct her. He couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to because Minka swung her leg over his lap, her bare thighs against his and her panty-covered pussy directly on top of his cock. Her warmth seeped through his jeans, making his shaft harden painfully.
Talk? He could barely think straight.
Minka leaned forward and kissed him. Groaning, he buried his hand in her hair and pulled her tighter to him, surrendering to the need to be with her. Who the hell was he fooling? It wasn’t like he’d ever had a chance to resist.
Her taste made him drunk, and he ran his other hand up her bare thigh, sliding under her skirt. The feel of her taut muscles quivering under his fingers was so damn sexy that he found it hard to go slowly, but he knew he had to. For all her passion, Minka was still new at this. He was damn well going to take his time and make sure this was the most amazing night of her life.
When he reached the top of her thigh, he teased the silken skin at the edge of her panties with his finger. She moaned and rotated her hips, grinding against him rhythmically, in counterpoint to what he was doing with his fingers. The urge to slide underneath her underwear was powerful, but instead, he moved his hand around to her ass, caressing her perfect, womanly curves. Minka started breathing harder, but he kept his mouth on hers, continuing to kiss her no matter how aroused she became.
But it must have been too much for her because she broke the kiss as he slipped his fingers into the back of her panties and tickled his way down from the base of her spine to the cleft between her ass cheeks.
She let out a soft sound halfway between a purr and a growl. “I think you’re teasing me.”
Angelo chuckled and moved his hand around to slide a few fingers underneath her panties, playing in the damp curls there. Her breath hitched as he reached her clit, and he swore he caught a little flash of color in her eyes, though if it was red or green he couldn’t say.
“Maybe a little,” he admitted, making tiny circles right there on her most sensitive spot.
Minka closed her eyes, her lips parting as she gasped. She pressed her clit against him urgently, grinding her hips in tight circles and making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard. She was so wet and hot, her breathing so ragged, that he had no doubt he could make her come if he wanted to.
But it was too soon for that. He wasn’t intentionally trying to tease her. It was just that the first time he made her come, he wanted her to be completely and gloriously naked—and preferably writhing all over his equally naked body.
Angelo eased his fingers out of her panties and urged her off his lap, then stood and swept her into his arms. Minka rested her head on his shoulder as he started for the bedroom, a purr of approval escaping her lips.
When he reached the bed, he placed her gently on her feet, then gazed down at her. “You sure about this?”
She nodded, a smile curving her lips. “Very sure.”
He slid his hands up her hips until he got to the edge of her tank top, then slowly pushed it up and over her head. She had on a simple satin bra with delicate lace trimming the cups, and he wondered briefly if they matched her panties. He’d find out soon enough.
Thumbs skimming the underside of her bra, he slid his hands around to unclasp it, then took it off, leaving her bare to the waist, her beautiful breasts rising and falling in her excitement. Her nipples had already hardened into firm peaks, and he gently cupped her breasts, teasing their rose-red tips between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked hoarsely.
Minka didn’t answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.
* * *
The whole day had been like a dream.
Minka had known that kiss a few minutes ago was leading here the moment their lips had met. There was an urgency and intensity that hadn’t been there the night before. She knew Angelo had felt it, too. And yet, he’d still been hesitant to make love to her. She understood his reluctance, but that was part of the reason she wanted to be with him so much. He was the kind of man who would always worry more about her than himself. She might not have much experience with men—okay, she had none—but she knew men as amazing as he was didn’t come along very often. She wasn’t going to waste the chance to be with him.
Still, her heart was beating like crazy. She wanted to be with Angelo more than anything in the whole world, but she was still nervous about the act itself. There were so many things she didn’t know about men. What if she was so inept at making love that he was disappointed in her?
But when he’d stripped off her top and removed her bra, the awe-filled look on his face had taken her breath away. Then he was cupping her breasts and teasing the stiff peaks, and tingles rushed through her body like she’d been struck by lightning. He said something about her being beautiful, but she was too consumed by the need to kiss him again to be sure.
His strong arms wrapped around her naked back, and she shivered at the feel of the rough texture of his shirt rubbing against her nipples. She would have much preferred to press her bare breasts against his naked chest, but she wasn’t bold enough to pull off his shirt like he’d done hers. And she certainly couldn’t tell him what she wanted, either. Her face flamed at the thought.
So she lost herself in his kiss, moaning as his hands slid over her back and shoulders, occasionally moving around to squeeze and tease her breasts. She clung to him, afraid she’d fall if she didn’t. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and there was a pulsing need between her legs she’d never experienced before.
She was so focused on the sensation, she didn’t realize Angelo had unzipped her skirt until the fabric hit the floor. Then he was kneeling down in front of her, slipping his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. The move was so sudden she had no time to even consider trying to cover her nakedness.
But for some crazy reason, she had no desire to hide her body from Angelo’s gaze. After saving her life so many times, it was like he’d already seen into her soul. Why would she
worry about him seeing her like this, too?
So she stood there while he kneeled before her, devouring her with his hungry gaze. He was mere inches from that secret place on her body that no man had ever seen before. Did he think she was as beautiful there as he claimed the rest of her to be?
Angelo put his big hands on her hips and leaned forward to press his warm, soft lips on the sensitive skin of her stomach, kissing her. She grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady herself. She’d never felt anything so amazing.
As his lips traced back and forth across her quivering stomach, his hands did the same to her bottom, caressing and squeezing, holding her firmly as his mouth wandered ever lower. Just when she was sure the sensations could not get any more incredible, he moved his mouth or hands somewhere else, proving her wrong.
When his tongue teased the skin just above the curls at the juncture of her thighs, she couldn’t help but wonder how much lower his mouth would go. Would he lick her there? The thought alone was enough to make her legs go weak. She remembered talking with her girlfriends back in Tajikistan about men doing that to women. She’d never imagined wanting a man to do that to her, but now she found herself silently begging Angelo to do that as well as many other things.
Just when she was sure Angelo would put his mouth on that most secret part, his hands tightened on her hips and he spun her around so that her bottom was facing him. She almost asked what he intended to do…until she imagined him kissing this part of her body like he’d done to her front. A whole new kind of tremor ran through her.
But instead of experiencing the pleasure of his mouth on her backside, she felt him tense. She had only to look over her shoulder to understand what had given him pause. He was staring at her back and the scar that ran from her right shoulder blade down to her opposite hip.
Minka opened her mouth to tell him that the younger doctor, Renard, had sliced her to the bone with one of the guard’s knives out of anger a few days before she escaped. The cut had been severe and terribly painful at the time, but now it was barely even discernible and no longer hurt at all. But the words came out as nothing more than a sigh as Angelo began to softly kiss every single millimeter of that scar. The tender reverence he showed as he did it brought tears to her eyes, reminding her again that he was like no man she had ever met.
When he’d kissed away every bad memory of what had happened, Angelo stood and turned her around, then kissed her tenderly on the lips again before stepping back to gaze at her nude body. It felt very strange to be completely naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed—strange but not bad. Earlier, he had said she was beautiful, but now she felt the truth of his words in the way he looked at her.
Angelo reached over his shoulder and grabbed his shirt, yanking it off in one smooth motion. His boots and jeans quickly followed, leaving him standing there in nothing but a pair of very tight underwear straining to contain his arousal. He moved to take them off, and while she desperately wished to know what was hidden under there, she stepped forward to stop him. She suddenly wanted to take her time and explore first.
Minka had seen Angelo like this the previous nights they had slept together on the couch, but now it was different. Now she had permission to touch anywhere she pleased.
She placed her hands first on the thick, strong muscles of his chest, feeling his heart beat fast and rhythmically under her fingers. Her nose had already told her that he was excited—the scent was unmistakable. But it was still good to feel his heart pounding like it was.
She slowly moved her hands lower, feeling his muscles flex under her touch. He inhaled sharply as she lightly grazed the hardness pushing to escape his underwear. She smiled even as she felt her face heat at her boldness. She couldn’t believe what she was doing.
She went even lower, massaging his powerful thighs before going back to trace the hardness hidden beneath the thin material of his underwear.
Angelo was the one who finally shoved them down. That was fortunate, since she didn’t think she could have done it.
Minka tried not to gasp as his hard shaft sprang out. It was…huge. At least, she assumed it was—she had nothing to compare it to. Regardless, the throbbing between her legs doubled in intensity at the sight of him.
She boldly ran her hand down his stomach until it came to rest on the base of his shaft. Then she moved even slower, carefully letting her hand encircle his thickness, squeezing softly. It was so hard and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. She wanted to explore his shaft more, eager to move her fingers all the way to the tip and the bead of glistening clear fluid, as if waiting for her. But Angelo caught her hand with a groan, and before Minka knew what was happening, he lifted her up and set her on the bed. Taking one ankle in his hand, he kissed his way down the inside of her thigh. She would have complained about him interrupting her exploration, but the feel of his hot mouth on her skin made talking impossible.
Angelo pushed her legs wider, and she clutched the blanket, instinctively knowing where he was heading. Having her legs pushed so far apart—with Angelo able to see everything—was amazing.
Eyes smoldering, he nipped at her inner thigh, his perfect white teeth gently sinking into skin that she’d never realized was so sensitive. Her fingers twisted into the blankets, and she could feel her claws trying to slip out. But she was too focused on what Angelo was doing to worry about whether they did or not.
When Angelo reached the center of her secret place, she thought her claws really did come out and dig into the blankets, but she couldn’t be sure. She dropped her head back, moaning long and loud as his tongue glided up and down her wet folds.
Her whole body trembled, and she knew she’d never in her life experienced a feeling as wonderful. The bliss as the tip of his tongue came into contact with the sensitive core at the top of her cleft was beyond simple pleasure. It was almost transcendent.
Minka heard a familiar sound in the distance, and it took her a moment to realize it was her—or maybe the beast inside her—purring as she writhed against Angelo’s mouth. Her breathing came faster and faster.
She arched up on the bed as Angelo gripped her bottom in his hands and lapped at her wetness with his tongue. The waves of pleasure continued to grow until she was sure she would explode.
But she didn’t. Instead, she continued to orgasm until her body was so wrung out she could barely move. Only then, when she knew she could take no more, did Angelo move his mouth away.
Minka fell back against the bed, gasping and panting to catch her breath as small tremors of pleasure wracked her body. She didn’t even realize Angelo had left the room until she heard movement over by the door. She lifted her head just in time to see him walking back into the bedroom, slowly rolling a stretchy, translucent material down his long, hard shaft. She knew what it was, but yet again, it was something she had no actual experience with. She was gaining a lot of that tonight.
When he finished getting the condom rolled into place, he walked over to her, his eyes hungry. His heavy erection swayed as he climbed in bed with her, and she moved back a little to give him room between her thighs.
Her heart started racing all over again, both from the scent of her essence all over his face and the thought of what it would feel like to have that thickness buried deep inside her. For such a big, muscular man, Angelo was extremely careful as he moved between her thighs and leaned over her. He made sure to support all his weight with one arm as he kissed his way from her belly button, up past her breasts, until he finally reached her mouth.
Kissing him after he’d been down there was different, but his flavor mixed with hers wasn’t displeasing. She was so focused on how delicious the combination was that she almost jumped when the head of his erection nudged against her wet, aroused opening.
Angelo must have taken her surprise for fear, because he broke the kiss and started to back off. She quickly wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling him back in. Then she reached up and buried her fingers in his silky hair,
tugging him back down for another kiss. He must have gotten the message because he repositioned the tip of his shaft at her opening and slowly moved it up and down.
Minka gasped against his mouth again, not in surprise, but at the tingles that shot through her when his hardness touched that sensitive little bud at the top of her opening. She was about to complain about his endless teasing again, but then, as if he instinctively knew she was ready, he moved his shaft lower and slowly pushed it inside her.
She was right—he was huge. But definitely not more than she could take. As he slid deeper, she held her breath a little, expecting it to hurt. She’d heard before that a woman’s first time could be painful. But then she realized that few women had the opportunity of being with someone like Angelo for their first time.
No matter how much she urged him to go faster, either by grinding her hips against him or pulling him tighter with her legs, he refused to rush it. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle, going deeper a fraction of an inch at a time. It never hurt, but just kept getting better and better.
Minka couldn’t pinpoint when the sensation changed from extremely pleasurable to oh my God, I am going to die if you don’t thrust faster. One moment she was moaning softly, and the next she was yowling and screaming, yanking him in with her legs as hard as she could and begging for him to take her harder and faster.
She looked up to see him gazing into her eyes as she felt her orgasm approaching. Maybe it was the intensity in his eyes as she writhed and panted under him, or maybe it was just the fact that he was buried in her as deeply as he could be. Either way, she knew this climax would be very different than her first one.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer. She wanted him to see the pleasure he was giving her, and she wanted to see his in return.
Somehow, he knew exactly when the waves of ecstasy hit her. She knew because he started thrusting even harder. If she’d thought the cresting wave was going to be powerful before, it was nothing compared to what it felt like washing over her as Angelo took her completely. She made a feline yowl as she went crazy under him, and when the bliss became too intense, she buried her face in his strong neck and screamed his name. Then, just as she was coming down from the heavens, she felt him thrust deep and stay there, letting out a hoarse groan as he found his release inside her.
