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  Not waiting for her to direct him, feral instinct drove him as he moved his mouth over her chest. Finding the button for her jeans, he unfastened them and slid them down her body. The sexy lingerie model gracing the pages of several websites and catalogues turned out to be even more strikingly beautiful up close and in person. His eye for detail sealed this perfect picture in his memory. The natural sensual pose of this woman waiting to be taken paled in comparison to any spread he’d ever seen of her. Her skin flushed a beautiful shade of light pink, and her bedroom eyes were already fucking him.

  “Angel,” he whispered against her belly, placing a kiss above her navel.

  The slight quake under his palm encouraged him to keep going. As he explored her body the way he’d promised, he knew there would be no moving on without her. Kissing and nipping her round belly, he chuckled when she guided his hands to her breasts. Lacing his fingers into hers, he pushed her hands down. Hearing her moan in frustration brought an evil grin to his lips. She needed a lesson in patience. He’d teach her a slow, burning buildup to release would be so much more fulfilling than a hard and fast fuck. Mike had learned long ago the secret to mind-blowing lovemaking meant building anticipation and doing the unexpected.

  “I could keep this up all night,” he said as he ran his tongue over one of her ribs.

  Each flick of his tongue or kiss to her skin was a slow, reverent, moist caress intended to take her to a dimension she didn’t know existed. Squirming under him, with each touch, her skin got hotter and flushed a deeper shade of pink.

  “Please, please,” she urged, tugging his arms.

  Nudging himself up her body, he planted himself on top of her and slid the straps of her bra over her shoulders. Angel’s eyes closed in relief as she spread her thighs for him.

  “Take it off,” she said as he ran his finger over the top of her bra line.

  “Don’t worry, baby, it’s all coming off. Eventually.”

  “Now,” she whimpered.

  “Wait for it. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

  His slow, methodical strokes memorized every detail of her body. He drew out the waiting to bring her need to frantic life. He wanted her desperate for him and almost had her there. He couldn’t imagine how he’d gone through his adult life without her. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his traitorous body reminded him of his own need for release. The ache in his rock-hard cock screamed for some relief. Centering himself, he mastered his body with an iron will.

  “Arch your back, Angel.”

  Refocusing, he unhooked her bra and removed it. Drawing the pads of his fingers over her nipples, he watched as they puckered and stiffened. As he covered one with his mouth and pinched the other, she screamed and bowed into him. He groaned while he sucked as her hips undulated against him.. There’d been no mistaking the telltale signs of a woman’s orgasm as she clawed his back and pulled him closer. With painstaking slowness, he moved himself to the breast that hadn’t gotten any oral attention, never varying his slow pace.

  “Oh my God, please, I can’t wait anymore,” she whispered, going limp.

  “Yes, you can.”

  Sliding down, he slipped her panties down with him. When he got to the foot of the bed, he lifted her leg and kissed his way from the arch of her foot all the way up her inner thigh. While he laid hot kisses to her hipbones, she ran her hand over his head. She spread her legs even wider for him, inviting him to kiss her pussy. Instead, he moved down the other leg, taking time to lay sweet nips to her skin. His self-control had slipped from his grasp when he got his first taste of her. He wanted to devour her and bring her to another crashing climax. Her hand moving over his head pushed him into her pussy. Sucking her clit, he shoved two fingers inside her and found her sweet spot.

  “Fuck me!” she screamed.

  Her demand enabled him to wrestle some control back and slow down. He’d waited too long to hurry this moment along. Determination to drive her to the brink of sensual madness and bending her mind around it had been his plan from the moment she’d led him into her bedroom. No matter how badly he wanted her, he had to seal this night so she’d never want another man for her needs again. Layering concentrated circles on her clit, he licked and sucked her nub until her pussy clenched around his finger. She clawed the bed when he stopped and withdrew. The high-pitched moaning coming from her was music to his ears. He’d succeeded in bringing her trembling body back to a fever pitch.

  Moving off the bed, before undressing, he secured a condom from his wallet. Pinning her with a firm gaze when she moved, he stripped deliberately and rolled the condom over his dick. When she licked her lips as he handled his cock, he had to stop for a moment and regroup. As much as he wanted her to wrap her full lips around his painfully engorged cock, there’d be no way he could master himself to take it for more than a few strokes. Oral stimulation for him would have to wait another day. At this point, he didn’t know if he could have her hands around his cock without exploding. The need to bury himself inside her weeping pussy had become his singular focus as he used his knee to spread her legs. Bracing himself above her for a moment gave him time to gather strength before going any further. His cock twitched at her entrance. He forced himself to concentrate so he could calm his urge to fuck her without restraint.

  Slow down, take it easy….

  When she reached down and grabbed his dick to guide it inside of her, he drew a sharp breath and, in an effort to gain some control, he moved her hand away. His body knew where to merge with hers, and he found her entrance without lifting his eyes from her face. She had a tight pussy, and his length and girth forced him to slowly enter her.

  “I want to touch you,” she whispered, kissing him.

  “You are touching me, baby, like no one else can.”

  He’d never said truer words. He loved her and had for a long time. Being this close to her wasn’t the game it had been with all the others; this moment was real and heartfelt. Nothing else mattered but getting as close to her as he could get. He could only hope she felt the love he had for her. Telling her would be useless, but showing her would open her eyes to something so beautiful she’d never be able to walk away from it. He savored every second as he seated his cock as deep as it would go. Dipping his head down and kissing her, he flicked his tongue in and out of her mouth as he started his rhythmic movement in and out of her pussy.

  His strokes continued unhurried and deliberate, from the pure desire to enjoy every second of this. Treating each moment as if it were his last, he melted into her when she wrapped her arms around him and called his name. The sensual vocalization became forever sealed as one of his favorite memories. His outward calm belied the boiling passion beneath the surface as he upped his pace ever so slightly. When they stopped kissing, he braced himself on one arm and brushed the fingers of his free hand over her nipples, watching her reactions. She didn’t need to say anything. Her smoldering, glazed-over expression told him all he needed to know. The bedroom eyes gracing so many photos fixed on him, pleading for a release only he could give. All of the deliberate time he’d taken tonight had reached her. His eye for detail told him he’d landed on the right track for winning her back into his life.

  Changing his cadence, he decided to drag out their mutual climaxes. Wrapping his arms around her, he changed his thrust to shallow dips barely entering her pussy. The sexy whine emerging from her throat confirmed he’d snatched her orgasm away and kept her teetering on the edge.

  “You bastard!” she whispered breathlessly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and tugged.

  A low chuckle escaped him and then, without warning, he plowed hard and fast into her.

  “Oh god, yes!” she cried, squeezing his waist with her legs.

  He rose up, and supporting his weight on his knees, he drove hard and deep into her clenching pussy. They had an emotional connection no one could sever. Knowing there’d be no way he’d last at that pace, he breathed a sigh of relief when her legs squeezed him t
ighter and she arched into his strokes. The scream escaping her stole his last vestige of control. A super nova hit his body, and his climax erupted, locking his muscles. He reached for her voice through the stars.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she said as he jerked his hips against her.

  Coming to his senses, he found himself breathless and clutching her calves around his shoulders. When had he grabbed her legs? He released her, and she held out her arms to him. He slowly lowered himself into her embrace, and his spent body went limp in contentment. Breathing in the scent of her hair, he kissed her ear and purred.

  “Mmmhmm...that was something else, Angel.”

  “Yes, it was.”

  Shivering when she nipped at his earlobe, he lightly ran his fingers up her sides and got the reaction he wanted, a violent squirm. He chuckled when she squealed in protest. Lifting himself onto his elbows, he kissed her.

  “Remember when I said this wouldn’t be a one-night thing?”

  She nodded.

  “Remember when I also said there would be no going back?”

  “Yes, I remember.”

  “When I held you in my arms the first time tonight, I realized then there was no way I would ever let you go.”

  “What are you trying to say?”

  “Will you marry me?”

  Her eyes widened, “Are you crazy?”

  “Maybe, but you didn’t answer.”

  Biting her lip, she glanced away. “Can we at least have another date before I give you an answer? I mean you can’t be serious….”

  Brushing her hair away from her face, he listened to her list all the reasons why marrying her would be a bad idea. When she finally wound down, he rolled off her and tucked her into his chest. Exhaling, he closed his eyes.

  “You already know the answer, Angel, and so do I.”

  Chapter Seven

  Milan, Italy

  Five Months Later

  Angel waved as she joined her models out on the runway. Her Milan fashion show had been given prime billing, and she didn’t disappoint. Despite the last week being hell week and everything going wrong, it all seemed to magically come together in the end. The rave reviews of her new fall line had flooded Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. When she left the stage, the whirlwind of activity and celebration seemed to fly by in a blur. As she sat in the temporary peace of an empty dressing room, she picked up her phone and noticed she had a missed call. Before she could respond, her phone rang.

  “How did it go?”

  “Fabulous!” she gushed. “I wish you could’ve been here.”

  “High fashion and camo don’t mix, Angel. Are you sure you want to see me?”

  “You know I do.”

  His sexy chuckle over the phone made her quake at the memory of him being close and feeling his voice vibrate against her skin. Glancing at her left hand, she twirled her wedding rings and shivered when she remembered his kiss.

  “Did you get the flowers?”

  “What? No! You sent me flowers?”

  She rushed to the door. She’d tear someone a new ass if they hadn’t brought her the flowers he’d sent. Everyone who knew her knew what Michael meant to her, and missing something he’d sent her would be an unforgivable oversight. She threw the door open and almost walked into a rose bush. He peeked around the long-stemmed pink roses and smiled.

  “Oh my god!” she squealed as he laughed and held out his free arm to her.

  “Hello, Angel,” he said, kissing her.

  He made her name sound like a term of endearment. His voice and warm smile made her go liquid. Her husband never said much; he didn’t have to. When he glanced at her, she knew what he was thinking. She stepped back and looked him up and down. It took her a moment to process he indeed stood within her grasp, and she could touch him. Her heart sped up a little because he’d shown up in a camouflage uniform. Drawing her hand over the rough material sent a tremor through her, and she recalled the inspiration the material had given her for one of her pieces in the new line. She moved her hand off the camo to cup his clean-shaven face. She preferred the scruffy beard he wore most of the time, but she’d missed him so much she’d take him any way she could get him. Pulling him into her dressing room, she shut the door, and he went to the long table holding all of her makeup and hair appliances and set the flowers down. The self-restraint she tried to muster when she saw him failed her as she leaped into his arms. He grunted when she slammed her body into his and caught her in an embrace.

  “How did you get here?”

  “I grabbed a hop to Aviano Air Base. Can you take a couple of days and spend them with me?”

  “Of course I can,” she said and then frowned. “What’s a hop?”

  “It’s a cheap, bumpy-ass military flight. Lord knows you can afford a damn first class ticket, flyboy. And you have a schedule, remember?” her brother said from the door.

  “I’m kidnapping my wife for a couple of days.”

  “Where are you taking her?” Marc asked.

  “You don’t have a need to know and neither does anyone else.”

  He grinned and shook his head.

  “Three days, that’s all she has time for before we leave for the London show.”

  “She’ll meet you there,” Mike announced. “Load up, baby. You and I are going for some R&R.”

  “I have to pack,” she said.

  “It’s all done, honey,” Dario, her makeup artist, said before giving Marc a peck on the lips.

  “I rented a small Mercedes, and it’s only three days. Please tell me it’s one medium bag,” Mike said.

  “A girl has needs.” Dario shrugged as he rolled the large suitcase toward the door.

  Angel laced her fingers into her husband’s and gave a backward wave on their way out. He pulled the bag out of the building and toward the car, and, she noted, Marc had somehow managed to deflect the throngs of paparazzi as they made their escape. When she asked how he’d accomplished the feat, he explained he’d tweeted she’d left the building for a party on the other side of Milan. As they drove along the mountain highway out of the city, Angel’s curiosity finally got the better of her. She had to know their destination.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Well, it won’t be the five-star presidential suites you’re used to staying in, but it’ll be clean and quiet,” Mike said.

  “You didn’t answer me.”

  “We’re going to Gaeta. It’s a long drive, but we’ll have fun seeing the sights.”

  Gaeta, Italy, conjured images of paradise. The global tourist destination lay halfway between Rome and Naples. She’d done a shoot there a little over three years ago when she’d first hit it big. The shoot had been for a plus-size swimsuit retailer. How odd Michael had selected the picturesque seaside town as a destination. Letting the question drop, she settled in for an all-day adventure because Gaeta would be a seven-hour drive from Milan.

  They stopped several times along the way to take in the scenery or grab a bite to eat. Even though it had grown late when they arrived at the seaside town, the streets still hummed with activity. She noticed he bypassed most of the town and made his way to the coastline. Wondering if he’d made reservations at a villa or one of the swank hotels lining the ocean, her eyes widened in surprise when they approached the entrance to the US Naval Base at Gaeta.

  When they stopped at a large building, she tilted her head and asked, “Where are we?”

  “It’s a military hotel, and, like I said, it won’t be what you’re used to. But I guarantee there’s no paparazzi, no tabloid cameras, and no one will bother us here.”

  “Why did you bring me here?”

  Leaning forward, he kissed her. “You need to breathe, Angel.”

  The tremor that went through her settled in her core. Breathing with her husband had become an experience like no other. When he engaged her in their breath play, all of her stress faded into the background, and it usually ended in a mind-bending fuck. He could take away so much
of her stress and worry with a single breath. She’d given him a second chance, and he’d changed her life for the better. Every day she spent with him, she knew she could be herself because he wanted nothing else from her.

  Michael had thrown her a lifeline when she’d accepted his invitation from 1Night Stand, and she’d clung to it ever since. Knowing he’d give her a much-needed release in cloistered privacy would renew her and allow her to take on the unforgiving world of high fashion endeared him to her so much more. Running a finger over his bottom lip, she hissed when he sucked the tip of her finger into his mouth. The playful light blue which had lit up his eyes all day shifted in an instant to dark, passionate cobalt, making her shiver in anticipation. She moaned when he released her finger.

  “I love it when we breathe.”

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  The smell of cigar smoke wafted through the private lounge reserved for their party. Aaron relaxed into the oversized leather chair opposite his best friend and partner, Tom Ryan. The designer had created this space with men in mind; luxurious dark walnut panel covered the walls and surrounded them in warmth. The plush throw rugs scattered over the wooden floor and the leather furniture made you want to sink into them and relax. The low lighting demanded you drop your worries when you entered to enjoy the effects of comfort and relaxation. This space allowed one to release the cares of a stressful day and engage in intelligent discussion, lively debate, or simply sit, smoke, and drink.

  The adjacent room in the exclusive club included a sports lounge where some of their younger colleagues enjoyed a televised sporting event. Aaron was thankful the rooms were soundproof. He needed this quiet break. Content to be in the discreet oasis, he likened himself and Tom to two old tigers enjoying a respite from the business jungle of conference rooms and design tables. Taking a sip of the special scotch he’d ordered for the occasion, he let the smooth liquid relax him before taking a long drag of the smoldering cigar between his fingers.