Amity was practically panting when he set her down on the mattress. Her breathlessness almost made it seem as though she’d just raced him toward the room rather than been carried. The sight confused him until he met the lust-filled depths of her gaze. When he did, there was no need for further words. He let his hands and lips do the talking for him. His fingertips and tongue caressed every exposed inch of her skin as she tugged at his shirt to free his body. Now that the unspoken accord had passed between them that this was definitely going to happen, he didn’t want to wait another second to explore.
He hooked his fingers into the hem of her dress and yanked it up over her body. Just as he’d suspected, she was completely naked beneath the thin material. He moaned at the sight of her milky-white, almost opaque skin; at the swell of her full breasts and the perfect buds that tipped them; and at the smattering of light blonde curls that marked the apex of her thighs. He wanted to touch, to taste, and to memorize every part of her.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as his eyes swept paths over her body. He climbed backward off the bed just far enough to give him space to remove the last of his own clothing. The instant he dropped his board shorts, his erection sprung free—rock hard and pointing in the direction of the woman he wanted more than anything or anyone.
Starting at her thighs, he kissed his way up her body, committing every inch to his memory. When he reached her full breasts, he closed his eyes and allowed his fingers to learn every curve and bump.
Amity moaned beneath him and her hands began to wander across his body. Drew had always prided himself on his ability to last—he’d never been a two-pump chump, not even on his first attempt—but the feeling of her fingertips softly tracing his skin while he took her nipple between his lips was almost enough to make him lose it. His breath came in short, desperate bursts as he tried to hold himself together. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have her hand caress him even more intimately.
When he looked up, he saw a ghost of a smile on Amity’s lips. He wondered what she was thinking until her hand moved down between them and her fingers formed a loose grip around his shaft. It was almost like she’d read his mind, but the stream of consciousness that lead to that thought was obliterated when she stroked up and then down in a soft, slow motion. He closed his eyes and moaned as he bucked into her hand.
“God, that feels . . .” he trailed off when he couldn’t find an adequate word for the sensation. It was more than amazing, more anything than any words he knew or could possibly hope to learn could ever fully describe.
Instead of telling her, he decided to show her, moving swiftly and covering her lips with his own. He cupped one hand against her cheek, holding her in place as he attacked her mouth with kisses. He sucked on her lower lip, drawing it between his teeth before sweeping his tongue across it. Then he plunged his tongue forward into her mouth as he bucked against her hand again, wordlessly voicing his need for her.
As her tongue danced with his, she hitched one leg around his thighs. Drew took it as an invitation, moved his hand from her cheek down between her legs, and stroked it across her slick, heated skin. Even the sensation of her desire on his fingertips was enough to make him lose control. He had to think unsexy thoughts if he didn’t want to fuck it all up too early. The problem was that it was impossible not to think sexy thoughts with the blonde-haired angel lavishing attention on his body with both hand and mouth.
He pressed two fingers against her entrance, stroking lightly in and out until she was practically crying out beneath him.
“Drew, I need you. Please?” She lifted her hips so that his fingers slid deeper within her. She tightened her hold on his shaft and coaxed him closer to her body.
His mind was barely functioning beyond what was right in front of him, beneath him, the voice of an angel desperate for him. He wanted to argue that he couldn’t take her yet, that if he did, he wasn’t sure he would last more than a few seconds; that he needed to make sure she was satisfied first, but all of his arguments fell away as she pleaded again.
Without allowing himself to over think it, or second guess his actions, he took over her grip of his shaft, lined himself up and sank deep inside of her as matching wordless exclamations of need spilled from them both. Knowing he wouldn’t last, not bareback and so full of need, not with such an exquisite creature beneath him, he used his thumb to guide her to climax as he crashed into her over and over for his own.
Amity stretched languidly over Drew’s body. Only seconds earlier, he’d taken her to places she’d never even known existed. It had been a long time since she’d felt anything so wonderful—and she’d possibly never felt anything quite so much. She’d certainly never experienced such intense feelings before, or shared anything so special with another. Maybe it was the fact that here in Heaven, she was granted a connection to souls greater than any that she could achieve on Earth which had granted her the heightened experience. Her grace was in control, reading his moods and even his thoughts when they were focused enough.
She recalled how powerful she’d felt when she’d held him in her palm, not simply his physical body, but his very soul. Her body buzzed almost instantly with need for him again as she thought about it and she pressed her lips against his chest.
The low moan of desire that escaped Drew’s lips told her that he was just as ready for round two as she was. This time though, she wanted control. She wasn’t used to handing complete control over to another, and while she was happy to do it for Drew because she knew that he needed it, she had her own experiences to try before they had to leave their time together behind.
She pushed herself up off the bed, climbing over Drew’s body and straddling his waist.
“Am?” Drew questioned as he cracked one eye open.
“Surely you’re not finished yet?” she teased.
He looked a little panicked at her suggestion. They’d collapsed into a satiated heap not even five minutes earlier and even with his stamina, he’d never gone again quite so quickly. She could read in his thoughts that he didn’t think it was humanly possible. But that was exactly Amity’s point, what she wanted to show him. Human limitations didn’t exist in Heaven.
His cock, limp and used, rested on his thigh, just in front of her hips.
“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “I’ll take my time so that you’ve had a break before we go again.”
She smiled wickedly and then conjured the smoothest silk ropes she could, and secured them around his wrists, tying him to the bed.
He snapped out of his satisfied daze and twisted to look at the bindings. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve always been so restrained everywhere else but the bedroom. Now, you’re learning to be free everywhere else, you can learn what it’s like to be restrained in the bedroom.”
His thoughts screamed at her, confirming his acceptance of, and even desire for the idea, but he wasn’t completely ready to let go of his need for control just yet. “But how am I supposed to please you if I can’t use my hands?”
She smiled at him, certain it would radiate every wonderful emotion crashing through her body. “I love that you think of my needs before your own, but we’ve got days and days for that. And this is your Heaven. This is for you.”
It was a lie. She was certain she’d find many and multiple orgasms over and over during their week, even without him using his hands ever again. Securing his arms was just one way she could help him see that letting go and giving up control wasn’t always a bad thing. Even in their stolen moment together, she wanted to help heal him.
She kissed his body, ensuring her hair trailed over his skin as she moved from his throat to his stomach. Even though her hair tickled his sides, the sensation went straight to his cock rather than his funny bone. He moaned his pleasure, but she already knew how her touch affected him.
Before long, his erection was back in force and she sank down onto it. The satisfied feeling of being fille
d by him caused her to tip her head back and moan. For the first time, Drew strained against the silken ropes she’d used to secure him.
He wanted to touch her, to kiss her. His need echoed through her. She decided instead to put on a show for him. Listening to her intuition about the places he wanted to run his fingers, she slid her own hands over the same areas as she rocked her hips against his. She ran her hands over her breasts, rubbed her thumbs across her nipples, and moaned in time with Drew as she did. When he was practically arching off the bed to get to her, she finally relented—a little. Without breaking the rhythm of the rocking motion, she leaned forward so that Drew could take her nipples into his mouth one at a time. Her body clenched around him and her cries grew louder as she found her release.
“Please, Am,” Drew whispered, his voice full of need. “Let me free.”
She leaned backward as she rode out waves of pleasure. Drew groaned as he ground his hips against hers, trying to emulate the movements she’d been making moments earlier. Spent, she dropped forward over him and brought her smiling lips against his, covering his mouth with soft, sated kisses.
Just when he was growing completely desperate, Amity snapped her fingers and the bounds disappeared. Drew didn’t waste a second. He scooped Amity up, flipped her onto her back, and clutched her hips tightly while he pounded into her.
It wasn’t long until he had her screaming his name once more, and only then did he allow himself to tumble over the edge with her.
Chapter Twenty
Drew linked his fingers with Amity’s and relished the feel of her silken skin brushing against his. With his other hand, he stroked long, languid paths along her side as images of the last few hours ran through his head again. A contented sigh escaped from his lips. His every desire had been satisfied in every way imaginable—and some he’d never dreamed of. He’d had to call on every reserve to have the stamina to keep up with Amity’s voracious appetite, but already, the need to claim her again was stirring within him. It hadn’t even been a day, and he already wondered how he was going to say goodbye in just seven short days.
One thing he quickly learned was Amity was still trying to perform her duty to Heaven, and to him. In small ways, she guided him to realizations he would never have had on his own. Like trusting his partner. From his very early exploits, he’d learned through experience that it was his duty to ensure his woman was pleased. If she wasn’t, he was at fault. With her surprising rope trick, Amity had shown him that his need to please didn’t mean he had to touch and caress, and rush his woman to the edge. Amity proved that trust and partnership were more important tools in a lover’s arsenal than hands or a mouth.
Eventually, Amity climbed from the bed. He wanted to follow her, but he wasn’t entirely sure his legs would work. They still felt a bit jelly-like after their most recent round, where he’d pinned Amity against the wall as he attacked her body.
Only minutes after she left the room, Amity returned with a tray full of food. As tempting as the platter of fresh fruit looked, it was Amity that drew his eye. Completely naked with her long hair hanging loosely over both shoulders, she looked like the embodiment of the Birth of Venus painting.
Despite his protesting legs, he jumped from the bed, grabbed the tray out of her hands, and placed it on the bed. Then he reached for Amity’s hands and led her to the shower for another round.
Amity wished she was just a little more selfish.
After a week, a blissful week where clothing was sparse and she and Drew had explored each other’s bodies on every surface in the bungalow, as well as down in the warm, tropical water that surrounded the island, it was time to return him to his body—to his real life.
She didn’t want to though. She wanted to stay where they were, forever wrapped up in each other. It was useless though—eventually Michael would look for her. Peter would only keep her secrets so long. A week was nothing for an angel, comparable to less than a few minutes for a human, but one day, her responsibilities would catch up with them both, and Drew would have given up everything for nothing.
She rested her forehead against Drew’s.
“I don’t want to leave,” he said, bringing his lips to hers in a move obviously designed to tempt her not to send him back.
She ran her hands around his waist, anchoring herself to him. “And I don’t want you to go.”
“But you’re still going to make me.” He gave her a sad smile.
“I don’t have a choice. What else can I do?”
“Tell me to stay, and I’ll stay.”
“You can’t give up your life for me. Eventually, I’ll have to leave and then you’ll be stuck here alone.”
“I wish there was another option,” he said.
Tears pricked Amity’s eyes. “I can’t tell you how much this week has meant to me,” she said. A sob wracked her chest and took away her last words.
Drew ran his fingers over her cheek, wiping away an errant tear that fell. “To me too. I’ll never forget you, Amity. Never.”
“Promise me you’ll live your life to the fullest. That you won’t be afraid to love again.”
He sighed. “How can I? No one will ever live up to you.”
She clasped her hand over his, pressing his palm to her cheek. “Promise me.”
Just as she caught the regret in his gaze, he closed his eyes. “I’ll do what I can.”
It was the most she’d get—more than she could have hoped for. She didn’t want him to move on, didn’t want him to find anyone else, but neither did she want him to live the rest of his life without love.
Amity pressed her lips to his and forced his soul back to Earth. She didn’t ask if he was ready, didn’t confirm that he’d said all he wanted to say, and didn’t warn him of what she was going to do.
It wasn’t a proper goodbye, but if she’d left it any longer, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to let him go at all.
Chapter Twenty-One
One minute, Drew had Amity’s lips on his and the sound of waves rolling against the beach echoing in his ears. The next, he had a pounding headache, dry lips, and the clamor of sounds that always echoed around the hospital ringing in his ears.
He hurt. He hadn’t expected his “landing” back on Earth to be so painful, but every part of him ached. With his dry, aching throat, every breath was a lesson in agony. Even opening his eyes hurt, the harsh light piercing against his sensitive retinas. He closed his eyes and wished with everything in him to be allowed to return to Amity’s side. Sorrow rushed through him as he realized that he would never see her again. She’d done her job, maybe too well, and he was well and truly over Becca.
He recalled his final promise to Amity—he had to find a way to move on. Even after only a few minutes, he realized that although the ache in his heart was going to be harder to get over than any agony he’d felt over Becca, some parts were actually easier. Instead of being heartbroken and left to wonder why he’d been undeserving of love, he felt revitalized and powerful that even an angel had fallen for him. Amity had loved him, had helped him, and had opened his mind and heart up to so many things he’d never even considered. He owed it to her not to wallow. To get up, to get back into his life. To . . . fall in love again—as deplorable as that idea sounded to him in that moment.
With great effort, he edged his arm toward the call button and brushed his finger against it. Then he sank back against the pillow as the exertion of that small motion stole his energy. The general exhaustion and atrophy he felt was more than he’d anticipated. After the first day of learning what Amity had done, he’d actually barely given his body back on Earth a second thought. He hadn’t considered what it would be like to wake up to muscles that hadn’t moved of their own accord for over seven days.
Within what felt like seconds, a clamor of voices filled his ears and he winced away from the cacophony. After the relative peace and quiet of the private beach, where the only sounds were the waves and his and Amity’s cries of pleasure
piercing the stillness, the squabble of noise was too much. He could barely distinguish the different voices out of the mess of sound, but eventually, he picked his father’s voice and Cathy’s voice among the noise.
He blinked, trying to focus on the dark shapes moving throughout the light. The sensation of skin touching his palm jolted him to attention and made him focus on the sensation.
“Drew, can you squeeze my hand?” his father’s voice asked.
He flexed the muscles in his arms, trying to force the strength in his arm into his fingers. It had never been so hard to do something as simple as form a fist before. As he closed his eyes once more, he realized it was going to be a long road to recovery, but as he recalled Amity’s touch, he knew the time with her was worth every painful second of rehab.
As soon as his fingers closed around his father’s, there was a round of applause in the room and what sounded like a hundred voices broke out into bouts of excited whispers. Amongst the noise, he thought he picked out Becca’s voice, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Then another sound filled the room, one which caused him to shake off all of his lethargy and forced his eyes to snap open again.
Amity’s voice whispered around him. “Goodbye, Drew.”
He lifted his head as much as he could, and looked around at the half-dozen nurses and doctors filling his private room, trying to spot the platinum locks that his fingers had spent the better part of a week buried in. His heart pounded faster, and the monitor attached to him sounded off at a faster rate in response.
“Relax,” Cathy said as she placed a steady hand on his shoulder. “You have to keep calm. You’re in the hospital. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Amity,” he croaked, trying to glance around Cathy’s concerned face and find his angel. Already, the crystal clear images of their time together were fading like the wisps of a dream.
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