by Mary Abshire
She shook her head. “I can make it through until the dad comes home. I just hate thinking about what those kids are going through because of that bitch.”
“You like them, don’t you?”
“They’re kids. They’re innocent. And that bitch…” Her voice trembled. She swallowed and tried to turn away, but he took her into his arms and held her tight.
“You can’t keep thinking about their situation. The more you do, the more it upsets you and will tempt you to do something that will cause trouble. Trust me, I know. So don’t think about it. I will get the demon, but you have to be patient with me.”
As she leaned into him, he sensed her emotional attachment to the children. Maybe it was because she was a woman and could give life. Maybe some things reminded her of her childhood. Maybe she had so much love buried deep in her heart that she couldn’t hold her feelings back any longer. Whatever the reason, Andrew’s love for her swelled.
He molded his mouth to hers and let his need for her take over. Her response came quick when he delved his tongue inside and she sucked on it. Blood rushed through him and his erection hardened more. He kept her close to him, taking in her love, her heat, her passion. He longed to strip her to the bone and kiss every inch of her like he had earlier in the day. She fueled his desire by rubbing her body against him and digging her fingers into his back. Heart pounding, he could think of only one way to satisfy both of them.
He backed her up to the cabinets and hurried to unzip her jeans. She did the same and it seemed neither of them could move fast enough. She whimpered softly while their kiss grew as frantic as their hands. The second he loosened her pants, he pushed his fingers into her wet folds.
She broke the kiss with a gasp for air. He sucked on her bottom lip while he pumped his digits into her and brushed his palm over her core. Her warmth and slickness made it easy for him to slide in and out of her. She moaned and he took to nibbling on her neck. He was in awe of everything about her and ached to do more than touch her. She managed to get in his jeans and claim his steel rod. She stroked it while he worked to give her the release she sought. He sensed she was close since her breaths were heavy and her body was tense. He thrust deep inside her and all he could think of was his cock buried inside her. She was his and he vowed he would have no other.
He covered her mouth and sucked on her tongue while he drove his fingers further into her. The base of his hand chaffed her sensitive nub. She tightened her grasp on his shaft, making him ache more. Her release arrived and she tore her lips away, moaning softly. He stayed still while her inner muscles clenched his digits. He loved feeling her come, marveled at the strength and beauty of her orgasm. But it intensified his yearning for her. She laid her head on his shoulder and relaxed against him as her climax slowed.
“I love you, Em. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
The strong-willed, independent woman was the one for him. There would never be another woman in any life that could make him happy. Nobody in heaven or Earth could convince him otherwise.
He slowly withdrew his hand and took a step back. She lifted her head and he stared into her eyes. “I don’t care if I have to stay an extra year or until the world ends. I want you,” he said.
She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock. Her touch made him ache more. “You want me because I can please you. Admit it.”
He gently took her hand from his shaft and placed it over his pounding heart. “No. I want you because you are the only woman who can make me happy. You’re everything to me in this life and the next. I love only you and I will do everything to have and keep you. I give you my word and my heart.”
She closed her eyes while she swallowed hard. He couldn’t wait for her response, so he pressed his lips to hers. His love for her wouldn’t change whether she agreed to have sex with him or not. Of course, he hoped she would. When she kissed him back, he began to think she might be willing to go all the way with him. Their tongues played sweetly at first, but morphed into heated passion. She curled one hand around the back of his neck while she slid her other under his shirt and up his chest. His cock ached for attention. For her. To be buried in her warm depths. He pushed her jeans away from her hips. Need consumed his every thought. He couldn’t wait another day, another hour or another minute to have her. He ended the kiss to lift her onto the counter.
“Andrew—”
“I love you, Em.” He pulled her shoes off and let them fall. They hit the floor with a soft thud.
“You’ll be here another year.”
He yanked her pants away from her legs. “You’re the only woman I ever want to be with.
He kissed her again and she accepted every flick and stroke of his playful tongue. His heart thudded as he pushed his boxers and jeans down. He was finally going to claim his woman.
She pulled her lips away as he pressed his shaft between her legs. Her heat and moisture made him wish he had time to lick her first, but the kids were upstairs. He didn’t have time to enjoy foreplay with her, but he would make time for it later.
“No regrets. Promise me,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“No regrets. I promise.”
He positioned his cock at her entrance. Without waiting another second, he pushed inside her. The world didn’t stop and he didn’t explode upon impact. Her slick, tight walls hugged his cock. She felt so incredible his legs trembled slightly. He slid out, then in. Out and then in again. Her body warmed and stretched, taking him further. She kissed him and wrapped her legs around him. He pumped into her a little faster and aspired to go deeper. His balls ached, but he couldn’t come yet. He wanted to feel her climax again, only this time while he was inside her.
He moved his hand between their bodies and found her nub. She moaned as he circled it and drove his erection into her. Their kiss ended as they labored to breathe. Arms around his shoulders, she dug her nails into his skin. Erotic tingles raced through him and encouraged him to thrust faster into her. He did and rubbed her core. Now, he was ready to burst, but he painfully struggled not to. Perspiration trickled from his forehead. He panted while he buried his face in her hair. When she pressed her teeth to his neck, he lost control. His release came hard and fast. He pinched her sensitive spot and she gasped. Her climax arrived with strong contractions, milking him for everything he had. Now he knew there was a place better than heaven.
Andrew held her as the ripples of pleasure flowed through him. Never before had he felt such peace and happiness. Dying and arriving in heaven had come close, but the love of the woman in his arms filled his soul with enough bliss to span the universe. He had no regrets and he never would with her. He’d finally met the one woman who completed him. Now, he hoped and prayed he could keep her in this life and beyond.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The rumble of thunder woke Emily from her nap. Light flickered from the lamp in the hall. Warm fingers caressed her hand. Underneath her, she heard fluids flowing, a heart pumping, and soft breaths when Andrew inhaled. Although her length-long pillow of a man was hard, she felt comfortable, safe, and loved. She’d never felt the same with any other man. And she’d certainly never heard a man profess such love for her. Although he’d promised no regrets, she worried he might change his mind.
She lifted her head to see if he was awake. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He had his head resting on his arm and a pillow underneath.
“Did you sleep any?”
“No, the storm hasn’t let up since you put the baby in the crib. I kept thinking she would wake up or maybe the kids would, but I haven’t heard any movements upstairs.”
Emily lowered her head to his chest and stared at the blank flat screen. The baby had woken up around midnight while they’d been lounging in each other’s arms on the sofa. She’d fed the infant the last bottle she’d brought. Within an hour, the babe had fallen back asleep. They’d put her in the crib as the rain started pounding the roof. They’d checked on Sara and Bri
an, but both had been sound asleep. Fearing one of the kids would wake up, they returned to the sofa to relax and wait.
“I wonder what time it is,” Andrew said.
“Me too.”
Neither of them had brought their phones. The power had come and gone several times during the night, so none of the clocks had the time.
“I’m glad you don’t work tomorrow,” she said.
She felt the couch move, then the weight of his arm on her back. He kissed the top of her head. “Me too. I have things to do.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Mm … like making love to you again and again.”
“I guess you’re not the one and done type after all then, huh?”
“Not with you. Never with you.”
The quickie in the kitchen had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. She’d felt so much anger for the demon and pity for the children. When Andrew kissed her, all she could think about was letting go of those feelings and indulging in what she really wanted. What she needed. Andrew had appealed to her heart with his words. In the time that she’d known him, he seemed genuine and honest, so it was difficult to believe he had told her lies to get inside her pants. Now, had he acted out of love instead of lust? Time would tell. After they’d sated their desires temporarily, they’d agreed to hold off until they returned home. But that didn’t stop them from kissing and exploring a little.
She lifted her head and met his gaze. “You’re stuck here another year to destroy demons.”
“I can handle it. Besides, I see it as an extra year to spend with you.”
“How can you be certain they added a year? What if they just said that to threaten you?”
He reached over her back and tugged at his sleeve on his arm with the tattoo. Small writing on the underside of his wrist caught her attention. She took hold of his hand and peered closer. A plus sign and the number one had been inked on his skin.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Heaven has advanced technologies. I didn’t doubt for a second they would find out and would add a year to my sentence.”
Emily couldn’t decide if she was happy to have him or sad for his additional time on Earth to destroy demons. And if that weren’t enough, once he’d completed his sentence he would have to go. Did she really want to get so involved with a man who had an appointment in the future to leave her?
“I don’t regret what we did and will do, not even for a second,” he said. “If I have to say it a million times for you to believe me, then I will.”
She wanted to believe him. She was trying to, but experience warned her things would change. They always did.
A click from the front door stole their attention. Emily slid off Andrew and rose to her feet. She tugged her shirt down while Andrew shot up and zipped his pants. They’d had their clothes on in case the kids woke up, but Andrew had left his jeans unfastened under his shirt. The door opened and the sound of rain hitting the ground drifted into the house until the door was shut. Once Andrew had his clothes adjusted and sleeves down, Emily headed for the hall with him in tow.
“It’s raining cats and dogs,” Mark said as he wiped his hands on his khaki pants. Dark drops covered his dark polo shirt as if he’d been splashed him with water. His face and glasses were covered with moisture too.
“It’s been like that for a while now.” Emily stopped a feet from him. “But the kids are sleeping through it just fine.”
Andrew came to her side and slid his arm behind her. “They are wonderful kids. They behaved well all night.”
“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” Mark said, offering his hand. “You must be Spencer. My wife has told me about you.”
“Yes. Nice to meet you.” Andrew accepted his greeting.
“Sorry if my hand is a bit wet,” Mark said.
“The kids were great. If you need a sitter again, I hope you call me,” Emily said.
Mark removed his glasses and wiped them on his shirt. “Did you have any trouble with Justine? I know she can be fussy sometimes.”
“No problems at all,” Emily said.
“I’m sure you’re tired from your shift. We’ll get going,” Andrew said as he gave her a little nudge.
She took a step forward to walk around him. “Call if you need us again.”
Mark slid his glasses back on his face. “Thanks again for your help.”
“Anytime,” she said on her way to the exit.
Andrew walked ahead of her and opened the door while she dug out the keys from her pocket. Reaching the awning, she stopped. Rain poured from above. Andrew came to her side.
“Ready to do this?” she asked, holding the keys in her hand. She pressed the button to unlock the doors and the lights flickered on the Jeep.
He gave her a short kiss on her lips. “Ready.”
She ran down the sidewalk and headed for the car. Rain pummeled her. She’d parked on the farthest side of the driveway to give Mark plenty of room to pull up to the house or into the garage. He’d chosen to park outside, so she had to wedge between the vehicles to get into hers. She hurried to get inside. Andrew made it into the Jeep seconds after her.
He ran his hands through his hair and chuckled. “No need to shower when we get home.”
She started the engine. “Was that part of your list of things to do too?” She backed out of the driveway.
“Well I was hoping to have sex in the shower after I cleaned you up.”
His words warmed her insides and made her hungry with need. She steered the car onto the street. “We still can.”
Andrew removed his long-sleeved shirt as she rounded the corners. By the time she reached their driveway, he’d removed his t-shirt too. She glimpsed at him and noticed the bulge in his jeans. She doubted they’d make it to the shower.
She stopped the car in front of the garage. Although she could’ve parked inside it, she decided not to. She couldn’t resist the idea of seeing him half naked and wet from the rain. After she removed the key from the ignition, he took hold of her head and claimed her lips. He slid his tongue inside and heated desire shot through her, hardening her nipples and increasing the moisture between her legs. She craved his touch, his love, his hard erection deep inside her. To get what she wanted with some privacy, they’d have to leave the car.
Hand braced on his solid chest, she gently pushed him back. “We should take this inside.”
“I plan on it,” he said with a slight twist to his lips.
He tempted her so much. Angels shouldn’t do such things. Weren’t demons the ones who were naughty?
“Let’s go.” She pushed open her door and slid from her seat.
Drops hit her all over again as she jogged around the car. Andrew waited for her near the sidewalk, arms at his sides and holding his shirts in his hand. His heady gaze and stunning body warmed her anew. My God, he looked divine with the water rolling down the solid muscles of his torso. Then there was the tent from his jeans that couldn’t be missed. She slowed her pace and instead of passing him, she strode up to him. She pressed her mouth and body to his. He coiled his arms around her, holding her tight to him. The hard organ in his pants poked her belly. How could a man be so big and hard? Everything about him seemed unreal, yet he was flesh and blood. And while she had him, she might as well enjoy him.
Holding her close and sucking on her tongue, he backed her along the sidewalk. Rain poured over them. Her hair clung to her face and her shirt stuck to her chest. He managed to worm one of his hands underneath her top. His hot fingers scorched her flesh, but she craved more of his touch. Keys in one hand, she glided her other over his slippery skin. Near the house, he tightened his grasp around her and lifted her up to the concrete slab in front of the door. Their kiss paused until he backed her up to the door.
Passion swelled within her as he molded his strong lips to hers and traveled both hands up her shirt. He unhooked her bra and then brought his scorching palms to her breasts. Erotic tingles raced to her core. He squeeze
d her nipples and she moaned softly. His touch, his starving kiss, and the hardness in his pants strengthened her need for more. She had to have him inside her, filling her, and bringing her to the sweet release she craved. But to do that, they’d have to get into the house.
She pushed him back with a slight nudge. “Inside.”
Keys still in hand, she twisted to face the door. His hands reclaimed her tits as she hurried to unlock the door. The second the lock clicked, she twisted the knob and they rushed inside.
Andrew secured the door as she struggled to remove her shirt. The damn thing was so wet it clung to her. Plus her bra got caught inside, but she finally managed to remove both. She dropped them with the keys as Andrew approached her. The starved, wild look in his eyes was one she could relate to. He dropped his shirts and then began to unfasten his pants. With each step he took forward, she took one back, heading toward the bedroom.
“You’re wet,” he said as he pushed his pants and boxers down.
His large cock jutted out. Her heartbeat accelerated. She hustled to unzip her jeans.
“I’m very, very wet,” she said, stepping out of her shoes.
It became a game to see who could strip the fastest. He had the lead since he’d already moved his clothes past his kneecaps. But she caught up fast after she unglued her damp jeans from her legs. He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants as she stepped out of hers. In a flash, he captured her in his arms. As he backed her into the bedroom, his thick rod rubbed against her, silently telling her he was more than ready to fill her. Their mouths met and their tongues tangled. Need continued to swell within her and demanded her complete attention. His wet body felt so hot, so hard, and was exactly what she longed for.
She wrapped her hand around his erection and gripped it. He broke the kiss and sucked in air.
“I want you. Now,” she said in demanding tone.
His eyes widened and gleamed with desire. She sensed his need was strong and he’d gladly take her. They reached the bed and she twisted to climb on top. He stopped her, wrapping his arms around and capturing her breasts.
