Free His Angel: The Angel Trilogy Book One by Kimberly Blalock Page B

pants, my hands lingering at the V just above his button. Evan watches with his bright blue eyes and I bite my bottom lip. My hands trail over the tight abs that are waiting for me.
    He runs his hands through my hair unclipping the pins, tossing them to the dresser.
    “Eres Bonita. You are so beautiful, Abby.”
    “Evan,” I beg. He slips my top off then my skirt, leaving me with only a white satin bra and panties.
    We lie side by side, kissing and touching with desperate need. He cups my face in his large tan hands.
    “I’m going to take you now Abby. I’m going to make you mine.” His mouth meets mine with fierce wanting.
    His hand slides to my panty line trailing it with circles. I’m anxious for him to do what he has promised. I hold my breath, needing him to just do it.
    I want him to make me his, claim me, without a doubt this very second that is exactly what I want him to do. Should I tell him that I don’t want him talking to random whores at the club or anywhere for that matter? Am I ready for that? I don’t know anything about this beautiful man and yet I love everything.
    “Abby, have you ever had a safe word?” Safe word? What the hell do I need a safe word for? “What, like for S&M or whatever they call it?” I hiss, not amused.
    Evan laughs in response while tossing his hands through his hair. When he does that I can see the absolute perfection outlined in his arms.
    “When you want me to stop in the middle of something I may be doing to you, say the safe word and I’ll stop, it actually gives you the control.”
    “Why would I want you to stop? Can’t I just say stop?” What the hell is all of this about?
    “Oh you won’t want me to stop I assure you.” He caresses my cheek, kissing the tip of my nose. “I want you to pick one, I have plans for us.”
    My body tingles in response. Hmm a safe word, well how about angel? Angels are safe for me. My sister is my angel and I may have always felt alone, but I always felt safe having her watching over me.
    “Angel,” I spit out.
    “Why angel?” His brows furrow.
    “Angels are safe, it reminds me of my guardian angel, Addyson.”
    The second I say my sister’s name Evan’s body freezes, the hand I’m holding turns ice cold, and the blue in his eyes I have always loved is hidden behind darkness.
    “Angel, ok,” he whispers, coming out of his paralyzed state.
    Evan traces his fingers up my body, barely touching my skin, leaving an electrifying sensation. He reaches for my wrist, pulling my arms above my head.
    “I’m taking what’s mine.” Evan begins tying my wrist with a piece of cool silky material.
    My stomach begins to feel nauseous, being tied up isn’t in my game plan. My control is everything and nothing that I have, I can’t give this up.
    “Evan,” I cry.
    “I’m here Abby, to protect you, pleasure you, and…and I’ve got you. Safe word.”
    The words that he says are sincere, caring, and sexy as hell. He moves in closer and I feel him breathe, his tongue sliding across my lips, gently biting my bottom lip.
    The way he touches me alerts every nerve in my body. “I’ve got you.”
    Giving this control, whatever control I do have, away, would mean starting from scratch at the edge of the cliff I have just taken two steps away from. I’m not prepared for the pain I know I will feel, as soon as he has his way with me I will crash into the oblivion alone, cold, and destroyed.
    I wriggle my hands attempting to loosen the bind, but it isn’t tight.
    “I’m not going to hurt you Abby. You will be giving me control over your body to do with as I wish, but I only wish to control your pleasure.” His hands slide softly over my needy breasts, down my flat abs meeting the edge of my white satin panties. Electricity follows to my wanting area as I wait for him to take his control.
    I want him to take it, I can’t move, I can’t fight it anymore because I want everything he wants to give me and everything he