Free Angel/Hiss (Bayou Heat Box Set Book 7) by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright Page A

of her face, pausing to nip the lobe of her ear before he buried his face in the curve of her neck. He breathed deeply of her scent.
    Indy made a small sound of contentment. She’d expected the blazing heat and intense passion that sizzled between them, but she hadn’t expected the sense of being…treasured. It was oddly more unnerving than the scorching pleasure of his mouth as it returned to hers.
    With a smooth motion his hands gripped the neckline of her shirt, ripping it in two with shocking ease. Indy blinked in surprise, but before she could protest, his hands were cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing the tight buds of her nipples.
    Oh…yes. That’s exactly what she wanted. She arched her back in encouragement.
    “Yes,” he muttered at her wanton response, his hands lowering to swiftly tug off the rest of her clothing.
    Within seconds she was completely naked.
    Instinctively her hand reached for the quilt. She’d always been self-conscious of her boyish lack of curves. Slender was one thing. Skinny…yeah, not so attractive. Angel, however, grabbed her wrist, lifting her fingers to press them against his mouth.
    “Please, don’t hide from me,” he rasped, his eyes glowing with a golden fire. “You’re so beautiful.”
    Indy sucked in a deep breath. Beneath his fierce gaze she felt beautiful.
    Releasing a soft groan, Angel was hastily wrenching off his clothes, his movements oddly jerky as he revealed the sculpted perfection of his chest that tapered to a lean waist. His legs were long, with heavy muscles, and his erection…
    The air was wrenched from her lungs at the sight of the thick cock that curled toward the flat plane of his stomach, the heavy length fully aroused.
    He was truly spectacular.
    Her hand reached to stroke him, but with a muttered curse he was grabbing her wrists and yanking her arms over her head.
    “Hey…”
    Her protest was cut short as he lowered his head and kissed her with a growing urgency.
    Still holding her arms pinned to the bed he allowed his mouth to begin to explore her body with frustrating leisure. He lingered at the base of her throat, planting teasing kisses over the line of her collarbone and then, at last, he found the straining tip of her breast.
    Indy released a shaky sigh, her toes curling as pleasure blistered through her. Good god. She’d enjoyed a few one-night stands. Why not? She was a young, healthy woman with needs. But nothing had prepared her for the wicked excitement his touch sent jolting through her.
    The heat of his lips as they sucked her, the rough caress of his tongue, and even the less-than-gentle bite of his teeth. It was all enough to make her arch upward in a shuddering bliss.
    “This is just the beginning, Indy,” he murmured against her skin. “You belong to me.”
    Indy barely heard his harsh words. She was lost in a daze of sensual need.
    There could surely be nothing better than this?
    He proved her wrong as his hands loosened their grip on her arms and skimmed down the planes of her body. Wherever they traveled they left behind a buzz of electric sensations, like tiny sparklers flaring over her skin.
    Her breath caught in surprise as his hands reached her legs and jerked them apart.
    “I can smell your sweet honey,” he muttered, his mouth moving to tease the hollow between her breasts. “I need to taste it.”
    Ever so slowly he kissed his way down her body, stopping to inspect the small heart tattooed on her hipbone.
    “Angel?” she murmured in confusion.
    “You were injured,” he growled.
    She blinked in surprise. How did he know the heart covered one of the cigarette burns that’d been left by her mother?
    “It’s nothing,” she assured him.
    A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Never again, Indy,” he swore softly. “No one will ever hurt you again.”
    Warmth flooded through her at his fierce promise, but before she could respond, Angel returned to determined exploration of her body.
    Indy clenched the blanket