Free Huddle Up by Liz Matis Page A

scream. Loud.

Chapter 12

    B illy’s kiss ignited the embers in Angel’s heart into a flame that roared through her blood until her body burned from within. His hands ran down along her curves then back up, one finding its way beneath her shirt, closing around her breast. The other wound its way through her hair. Responding with a moan, she pressed against him.
    “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me now if you don’t, because your body is talking to me in a whole other language,” he said, his voice husky with need.
    She couldn’t even claim that her body was betraying her. Mind, body, and soul all demanded a release only Billy could provide. Her heart wanted more. It yearned for something greater. But for now she would take what she could get. “I do. I mean I do. Want this,” she said, stumbling over the words.
    He smiled as he picked her up then carried her like a groom on their wedding night. When he stepped over the threshold of his room, sadness caromed inside her heart. All those wasted years. Could they recapture the pureness of the love they once shared?
    He placed her on his unmade king-sized bed. With her attention focused on Billy stripping off his shirt and pants, she couldn’t say what his room looked like. But his ripped abs she could describe in great detail. The skin stretched across his muscles so tightly she feared her nails might tear it. So when she reached out, she did so gently, using the pads of her fingers to trail a path along the labyrinth of ridges. His skin warmed under her light touch and she could feel the raw power rippling beneath. The fabric on his form fitting boxer briefs tented impressively with proof of his arousal. She attempted to delve down lower, but he gripped her hand tightly.
    “Patience,” he said in a teasing tone.
    Patience? She didn’t know how to be with this older, more controlled version of Billy. They’d always been so eager, so desperate to be together.
    Stretching out over her, he kissed her long and deep. Old feelings resurfaced whirling with new complex emotions that she didn’t understand. Was he kissing the girl she once was or the woman she was now? Did he even see a difference? Was there a difference?
    His lips left hers to take off her shirt and bra. Goosebumps skittered along her skin as he placed tender kisses along her collarbone. His mouth closed over her breast, she bucked beneath him. Billy growled his approval. Hands she remembered as unsure now masterfully played along her body. He continued down and she self-consciously tried to cover the silvery lines marring her skin, but he brushed her hands away.
    “You are beautiful, Angel. All of you.” He licked the lines proving his words. “I wish I was there for you.” Then he gently kissed her stomach before trailing more kisses downward.
    She stilled when he reached the apex of her thighs and breathed in her scent. That was new. He took a taste and she stopped comparing notes of the past and present.
    “Ah, Angel. I didn’t know what I was doing back then.”
    He stroked his thumb up along her clit and she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Neither of us did,” she squeaked. God, she still didn’t.
    “You always knew how to make me crazy with want.” He gazed into her eyes before looking down at her pussy and said, “I swear I’m about to make it up to you.”
    The pace of his tongue was tortuously slow. She relaxed, opening up to him, urging for more. Was this some sort of Kama Sutra thing? If so she didn’t like it and she cried out in frustration. He laughed against her and the vibration of his mouth nearly made her come. In slight increments he increased the pressure of his tongue until she was grabbing fistful of sheets and gulping for air. Only then did he step up the speed.
    Two of his fingers slid inside, but as magical as they were, were not enough, she needed all of him. Every. Last. Inch.
    She needed his body on top of hers. In her. To feel that connection between them