Kahlen Aymes - Angel After Dark

“Angel, God, you feel so good. I could fuck you forever.” She wasn’t sure if it was moments or forever, but she loved every throb and thrust.

Finally, their mouths crashed together, their tongues delving deeply into each other’s mouths as their bodies moved in unison. Angel’s heart was full, too full. She closed her eyes against the keening sounds of their arousal coming to a climax, concentrating on what she needed to do to pull him over the edge.

“Angel, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I can’t stop.” Alex’s guttural moan finally tumbled her over the edge. His mouth went back to feasting on hers, swallowing up the soft sounds she made as she climaxed with him. Alex’s arms wrapped around her, rocked her against his body, even as he burst inside her, tensing and stilling as she quivered and jerked in his arms. His arms tightened around her and she turned her face into his neck as she surged against him one last time. Now the only sound was the rhythm of their heavy breathing, coming and ebbing in unison.

Keeping their position, their connection, his muscles flexed under her hands as he picked her up and carried her up the one flight of stairs to his bedroom. No woman had ever slept in that bed, but he wanted Angel there. He was totally spent, his muscles shaking, but he wanted to curl her up into him, unwilling to lose the connection.

Angel knew where he was going, and she told herself she should get up and walk out. Show him it was only sex for the sake of sex, but her heart wanted to stay in his arms as long as she possibly could. She felt safe and taken care of, blissful with his heart hammering next to hers. Warm and relaxed still curled around him.

He pulled back the black down comforter and laid her down, holding the edge of the condom as he pulled out. He touched her cheek with his other hand. “I’ll be right back.”

Angel rolled onto her side, willing herself to get up and go downstairs, get her things, and disappear. She closed her eyes, unsure of what would happen next. What did she want? What was this? He’d made her promise to see him again, but would he be open to more than sex, or were the words he spoke to her that first phone call the real Alex? It was a big risk. Fuck… I’m in so much trouble. She closed her eyes, her body already craving his touch, her mind in turmoil.

The edge of the duvet lifted and soon a warm arm was pulling her back against his hard body, and warm breath assaulted the back of her neck seconds before his open mouth settled on her shoulder. Her hand traced the arm around her, unable to stop herself from touching him.

“I should go. I have so much work to do tomorrow.”

“That was… mind-blowing. You are iridescent, Angel. Breathtaking.” His voice was low, sultry.

“Mmm…” Angel was torn. She didn’t want to feel close to him. He would break her heart. So much for her theory.

“Hey,” he said softly and rose up on an elbow, pulling her so she was flat on her back. “So? Is the ache all gone now?” Angel glanced up into his face but couldn’t hold his gaze.

“You’re an excellent lover, Alex.”

He sensed the change in her demeanor and frowned. “That’s not what I asked… because I’m only left wanting more. I’m aching more than before. You promised you’d see me again, Angel.”

“I’ll call you,” she said and pushed his arm from her, struggling to sit up and trying to remember where her dress and shoes had fallen. Oh, yes, downstairs.

“If you need to go, I’ll take you. But I want to see you again.”

“Alex, can you just let me go? It was a wonderful evening, but I just… am not feeling like myself. I need to get home so I can work tomorrow.”

“Fine, but I don’t feel right not taking you home,” Alex protested.

“Really, I’d rather it be this way,” she said softly and reached out to touch his cheek. “Tonight was amazing. Really.” Her heart knocked around in her chest when his expression softened. “All of it.”

His hand closed around hers and he brought it to his lips, pressing his open mouth so he could leave a lingering kiss on her palm. “Okay,” he said against her skin, his eyes on hers. “Can I call you tomorrow?”

“It’s your phone,” she said softly. Her emotions were confused, she was torn between running away and diving into his arms; part of her willing to risk the heartache however much her mind screamed that she would hurt over this man if she let this go any further. And what was the truth? Was Whitney telling the truth? Was he cold and unemotional? Even Alex had said so himself. Tonight certainly indicated otherwise, but maybe he was just playing games. She was scared because when she was with him, she was weak.

She had to get away before she lost herself even more.

Angel tiptoed into her apartment, careful not to wake Jillian or Becca. She was completely shaken by the events of the evening. So much for her resolve to keep control of the situation, her theory that sex with Alex Avery would quell the ache was screwed. It only made her hungry for more. He was sexier than any man she’d ever seen. So hot, so practiced, so confident, and so vocal about what he wanted.

Angel was physically quaking and mentally rattled. She didn’t even remember the short cab ride home after she’d bolted down the stairs, threw on her dress, and gathered up her shoes. She was out the door and racing down the stairs well before Alex could follow.

His voice still echoed in her head. “Angel! Stop!”

She sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs to capacity as she tiptoed down the hall to her room. His scent was all over her—on her clothes, on her skin—and her heart felt heavy when her bedroom door clicked shut behind her. She dropped her shoes and threw her purse on the bed. With trembling hands, she undid the clasp on her dress, the same one she’d so boldly let loose two hours earlier in front of Alex’s huge window in the great room of his apartment.

“What the fuck are you playing at, Angel?” she said with a ragged breath. “He will eat you alive.” How in the hell could I think I’d be immune to all that blatant masculinity and smoldering sex appeal? Her dress fell in a pool on the floor and she left it where it landed, pulling back the covers, crawling beneath them and folding her body in on itself. She should take a shower, but she was unwilling to wash his essence from her body just yet. Her throat ached, her mind raced, her eyes burned, and her body… felt empty. The physical imprint of Alex was still there, holding her open, aching. Never before had she been left wanting like this, with her mind refusing to shut off. Her breath came hard and deep as she struggled to get her heart and pulse under control.

The phone in her purse started playing S.E.X. by Nickleback and Angel started in the bed. Of course, it was Alex calling the phone he’d sent with the flowers. Her brow creased. She should run and keep on running, but she craved the sound of his voice. She wanted him to prove Whitney’s accusations wrong and to believe he was so much more than that… wanted it so much that her heart squeezed and iron bands tightened around her chest, making breathing difficult. She gasped as she finally reached for the phone and the music stopped.

“Uhhhh…” Will he leave a message? she wondered, angry at herself because she wanted to answer, but conversely that she’d been too slow about it. Seconds ticked by and the beep of the message being recorded never came. Her heart sank. The screen on the phone blurred before it went black.

Shit.

Angel clenched her teeth and rolled onto her back, confusion left her off-balance. Did she want to see him or run as far from him as possible? Did she want to fuck him or make love to him? She stopped dead and pulled in another deep breath, her fist slamming hard against the mattress. Those thoughts had no place in the same space as Alexander Avery.

She started violently when the phone in her hand rang again. The words of the song he’d picked for his ringtone burned into her cognizance. How in the hell did he know how she felt? How did he connect with her like he did? Was he some sort of superhuman that got off on screwing with her perfectly organized, safe life?

“Is sex always the answer for you?” she breathed into the phone, repeating words used in the song.

Nothing but silence followed.

“Is it?” she asked again softly. The sound of his breathing washed over her, making her body quicken as if he was right there next to her. She closed her eyes. She could feel his breath—the heat; the passion—rushing like a physical caress over her skin.

“I used to think so. Until tonight,” he said honestly. His voice was low and velvety smooth. “But I don’t know anymore.”

It was her turn to be silent as she rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. The safest thing… the smartest thing, was to hang up the phone, but she just couldn’t.

“Don’t say things like that just because you think it’s what I need to hear.”

He sighed heavily; slightly sad she would have that thought after the magical evening they’d just shared. “I’m not. I wanted to make sure you arrived home safely. Have you?” He was lying on his bed in the dark, moved beyond words by the woman who rocked his fucking world and then evaporated like a ghost in the night.

“Yes.”

Neither of them was willing to end the call, each searching for words, reliving the amazing evening they’d just spent together.

Finally. Alex sighed. “I wish you hadn’t left. I wasn’t ready to stop touching you.”

Angel bit her lip, shivers rocking through her body, sending bumps scattering along the skin of her back and limbs, making her nipples hard and her clit throb. “Your voice… Alex, you’re giving me goose bumps without touching me.”