Free The Waltz by Angelica Chase Page A

Rhys cradling my body as he moved us easily up the stairs. He looked down at me with an intensity that had my already rapid heartbeat kick into overdrive. Standing at the edge of his bed, words failed us both as our eyes locked.
    He kissed me and my clothes seemed to fall away naturally, as if they didn’t belong between us. Naked and laid out for him, he took his time stretching his lips and tongue over every single inch of my skin. I felt worshiped and beautiful, and when he brought his mouth back to mine, I kissed him with my whole being.
    “Violet,” he said as he held my face in his hands, tracing my jaw with his kiss. I basked in his tender touch, wrapping my limbs around him, unable to get close enough. He slid inside me gently, the friction of his cock mixed with the emotion in my chest led me to orgasm in minutes. His strokes took me to a blissful state, murmuring as I kissed his chest and arms. He made love to me for hours as we took turns swallowing each other’s moans, exploring each other’s bodies until we were too weak to move. He held me to his chest tightly as we drifted off into a deep sleep.
    The next morning I woke up to his kiss, smiling as he trailed it to my nipple. I covered my mouth, pushing his head away and sprang up from the bed.
    “Violet, what the hell? I had a perfectly good erection.”
    “Toothbrush?” I questioned, scared to say more.
    “I think there’s an extra one in my medicine cabinet.”
    He shook his head and smiled, falling into bed, his black hair a total disheveled mess and his morning stubble sexy as hell. I knew what I looked like and was terrified. I scurried into the bathroom and checked my appearance. Past the age of thirty, I had never looked well in the morning. I always had pillow face and Tina Turner hair. Today was so … different. My hair, by the grace of God, while a little tousled, still looked pretty good. My skin was glowing, face slightly puffy, but not too shabby. I grabbed the spare toothbrush and went to work, remedying my morning breath. After using the restroom, I opened the door in a "tada" fashion, naked as a jaybird.
    He chuckled and patted the bed next to him. I looked at the clock.
    “It’s eight a.m. on Monday morning, don’t you have a job to go to?” I asked.
    “Get over here,” he growled. I walked excruciatingly slow and giggled when he snatched me by the waist, throwing me onto the bed.
    “Woman, service me!” He kneeled in front of me, turned his head to the side as he placed his hands on his hips, proudly displaying his glorious morning wood.
    “Okay, I’ll earn my keep, but you better be thinking about this at work today.” I swallowed him whole and minutes later he pounded me into thinking of him for the rest of my life.

    Pulling into my drive, I noticed Alex’s car there. I walked in, expecting him to be dressing for work, but he was in our bed and sick as hell. I rolled my eyes at his pleas to talk to me. Showering and dressing quickly to prepare myself for a few listings to show, I granted him a small amount of mercy by leaving some cough tablets and hot soup by the bed. The only thing worse than being sick was being treated like shit when you were sick. Besides, I was feeling generous today. I’d just started something amazing with a man who treated me well and worshiped my body.
    Deciding today probably wasn’t the best day to ask Alex for a divorce, I set out to sell houses. I was on top of the world and had nothing but huge smiles for complete strangers. I looked like a lunatic, but a happy one. When I got home later that night, I found Alex face down on the floor, burning with fever. I rushed him to the ER and stayed with him as they got his fever under control. I looked at my phone hours later and saw I had two missed texts from Rhys.
Rhys: It’s 5 o’clock and all I can think about is your Jedi jaw movements this morning. Please come now for a repeat performance, my cock will thank you.
Rhys: Maybe it wasn’t