Free Angel Thief by Jenny Schwartz Page A

rising sun breaking across the white curling waves of the Gold Coast. Closer at hand, a sinfully large bed tempted.
    “A hotel?”
    Filip paused a breath in his ear nibbling. “It was the largest bed I could find.”
    Sara laughed, then gasped as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He followed her down and she welcomed him fiercely, wrapping arms and legs around him and rolling on top. She looked down into his eyes, warm and loving. “Got you.”
    “I’m a willing prisoner, angel.” He stretched beneath her weight, bringing their bodies into interesting contact. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
    “Mmm. You’re a pushover, though you frightened Vince.” Sara kissed Filip’s nose, his mouth, his throat. She straddled him more securely as he moved.
    “That bastard. He doesn’t deserve Jay’s loyalty.”
    “He’s her dad. She loves him.”
    “Huh.” But Filip couldn’t argue the power of love.
    He wriggled his hands under Sara’s shirt and covered her bare breasts, massaging with a slow luxuriance that triggered tremors. She ripped off her shirt and stared at his hands dark against her fair skin. She had given herself into his keeping, just as he was hers to treasure—and pleasure.
    She smiled and vanished all their clothes. Now a simple nudge and he’d be inside her.
    “In a hurry?” He tweaked a nipple.
    He might tease, but she could feel his tension.
    “Should I be?” She leaned down and licked his mouth. He was hers. She loved the flavour of him.
    “Anything you want,” Filip promised.
    “You. I want you.”
    “Then take me.” He returned her earlier words.
    Excitement shot through her.
    Filip groaned. “To see you hungry for me…”
    “I’m starving.” But she was new to physical loving. She fumbled the alignment, and he slid hard and full along her folds. Pleasure shivered over her skin.
    Filip groaned again and gripped her hips. He thrust up and his tip entered her. It was enough. She slid down, taking more of him, taking all of him.
    Experimentally, she squeezed.
    Triumph and desire glittered in Filip’s eyes. “Ride me.”
    He forced the rhythm to slow and strong until she learned the action of moving with his thrusts. Then there was only heat and need and a wild seeking for one another that broke between them as he spilled inside her.
    “Found you.” Filip rolled them sideways and buried his face in the curve of her throat. “Mine.”
    She smoothed her hands over his back. “Mine.”
    Outside, the Pacific Ocean lapped against the beach, the storms far out to sea forgotten. Peace after passion.
    There would always be passion between her and Filip, but they would also bring each other peace. Not soggy contentment, but the true satisfaction of love shared and desire burning.
    Sara smiled. There would be wild excitement.
    “Have you ever made love to an angel before, Filip?”
    He pulled back far enough to see her face. “No.”
    “It wasn’t a trick question.” She smiled at his caution. She accepted that he’d have had other lovers before her. But she was his future. “I want to share an angel loving with you.”
    “Hmm?” He traced a lazy question mark over her bare breast.
    “An angel can choose her form—human, alien, spirit. I mightn’t be very steady when I dematerialise, but I can be pure energy. I want…” She wanted to touch every part of him, to feel him in bone and muscle, heart and soul. “Let me show you.”
    She shimmered, lighting the room brighter than the sunlight playing over the ocean.
    ***
    Filip closed his eyes against the brightness, then shuddered as the light blazed into his body. Sara. He could feel her. Not body, but her happy energy. She quivered along his every nerve and sank deeper. Her pure spirit invaded his soul. He felt her delight as he opened to her, felt her tears as she touched his scars and shadows, and then, both were banished. There was only Sara.
    The joy was so intense, the freedom so powerful, that his