Free Her Accidental Angel by Melisse Aires Page A

Rahmiel reached out and stroked her face. She should pull away, but his hand was warm and tingly sensations ran through her.
          “That is something I can’t forget. I can’t even stop thinking about it for long. I have not touched a woman in a long time, and then to be suddenly bond to one…and you are beautiful. You are spirited, too, which is not a quality I am used to finding in a human woman.”
          He leaned close and nuzzled her ear, then slipped kisses down her neck. She shivered, and desire suddenly made her pelvis feel heavy and full.
          “See? I am being honest with you. It was exquisite. To feel your soft body pressed against mine, your tongue in my mouth…”
          She said nothing, but she felt much the same. She wanted to feel him, feel his naked hard flesh along the length of her body.
          His stroking hand slid down her neck under her hair, which was blazing hot, and she shivered again. She had to stop herself from putting her hand on top of his and guiding it lower.
          “So show me your lace things.” He removed his hand, put it at his side and took a step back from her.
          She felt bereft. He’s being honest. Maybe I should try it. It’s not like he isn’t totally hot.
          It’s not like he raped me…I wanted it as much as he did last night.
          “I will try not to stare or touch, though I am having a hard time not touching you.
          And your other garments will not dry well in this humidity.”
          She nodded. Now that he said he wasn’t going to touch her, she wanted his touch.
          In fact, the idea of no touching made her feel cranky. She liked his touch, the gentle feel of his finger caressing her arm and the comfort of his arm around her. Every touch sent waves of warmth through her body. She took a deep breath. Why couldn’t she have his touch? Oh, yeah. She was mad at him.
          He didn’t really lie to me. There is so much to learn about this Angel stuff. He lost somecontrol, true. But he hadn’t been touched in centuries.
          “I like your touch,” she admitted in a soft voice.
       
 
 
        Chapter Seven

       

       He was suddenly very close and his face was serious. “Then I will touch you, and you can touch me if you wish. If you want me to stop, I will.”
          “Okay.” Kari pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her white lace bra, and then slid her shorts off, showing white lace boy cut panties.
          She looked down, and saw that Rahmiel’s hard on was now wetting the thin cloth that covered his loins, making the fabric nearly transparent in a spot.
          “Don’t worry about me,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I’m going to cool off. And if that doesn’t work, maybe I’ll take a quick walk into the trees.”
          He pulled off his loin cloth, revealing his engorged cock, moisture at the dark pink tip. Then he leapt into the pool.
          Cool droplets sprinkled over her and reminded her how very hot it was. Kari slipped into the water and found it cool but far from cold. Perfect. She rolled onto her back and sighed in satisfaction.
          Rahmiel suddenly appeared at her side, his expression serious as his eyes inspected her underwear. He placed one index finger along the top of her bra and traced the lace scallops that curved over her skin. His finger found the small satin flower that covered the front clasp of her bra, lingered there a minute, and then drew a line down her abdomen to her belly button. He dipped his finger in for a moment, made a small circle inside her belly button then slid down to the lace that rested on her triangle of rusty curls. She drew in a fast breath as her body seemed to melt under his light touch.
          “The water is not cooling me off,” he whispered. His eyes focused on her mouth.
          “Me, either,” she admitted.
          Suddenly he clasped her in his arms and they were airborne. His