Night Angel

by Renee Reeves

  "Regret any of what?"

  He stroked her hair and they both watched as the satiny mass slid smoothly along his calloused fingertips. “Being here ... with me. I know how much you loved your cottage and that you hated giving it up, even though you didn't show it."

  "I loved it yes, but not more than I love you. And it needed so much work.” She rubbed her fingers along his shadowed jawline, still unable to believe he had done this for her. “I wanted to be with you, Nick, here on the farm, more than I wanted to fix up a lonely house."

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her face. His mouth met hers, tongues tangling in a deep, slow kiss filled with sensual promises.

  He was the first to pull away and, panting slightly said, “Enough of that, let me finish."

  She nodded encouragingly and relaxed in his lap.

  His chest rose and fell on a deep breath. “So I thought, what could I do for this beautiful woman who gave up her solitude and home just to be with me? And then the answer came, just like that!” He snapped his fingers, and then grew serious again. “I would give it back to you. So I built the cottage,” he waved his hand towards it, “just big enough for you, so you could come here when you needed privacy or just to get away.” He paused and even in the darkness Morgan could see a flush deepening across his high cheekbones, “There's uh ... books. Romances, horror ... just like you like. And uh ... of course painting material ... canvases, brushes, tarps, everything and more that you—umph!"

  Morgan slammed her lips over his, shoving her tongue into his mouth and wildly kissing him until they were both breathless, bodies heaving with the exertion of their kiss. Beneath her greedy, roaming fingers his back and shoulder muscles clenched like iron. Warmth infused her body, seeping into her pores as she strained to get nearer to him, almost climbing his body in her need. His erection pressed hard against her, insistently prodding her hip through her thin riding jeans.

  Nick, growling low in his throat for her to hold on to his neck slid an arm beneath her legs and stood up, carrying her quickly across the small clearing to the door of the cottage.

  Keeping her body against him with only one arm he shoved the door open. Morgan had a brief glimpse of a snug interior before he violently kicked the door shut, blocking out the bright moonlight and securing them inside. Their ragged breathing was loud in the silent little house.

  He loosened his hold on her and with agonizing slowness she slid down his body, biting her lip when she felt his obvious arousal pressing hard against her belly. Her stomach fluttered in response and when her feet touched the floor she took two steps back.

  He followed, prowling after her, muscular arms hanging loosely by his sides. “Like I said earlier,” he paused and a quick grin lit his dark features. “It's later."

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  Chapter 31

  Morgan swallowed, backing away as he stalked her. His muscles flexed with pantherish grace, rippling with each deliberate move he made. He smiled and his teeth flashed white in the dim room, a big, hungry male intent on her as his prey. White hot anticipation rose up. Her heart pounded, racing triple time in her chest. She was so soaked between her thighs she could feel the moisture seeping through the thin material of her jeans. Her nipples were tight pinpoints of pain and the only thing that would bring relief was his mouth on them, tugging, sucking, licking ... biting.

  She dragged in a shuddering breath. One more step and she backed up against something soft. Startled she yelped, lost her balance and fell backwards onto the futon.

  She felt Nick standing over her and opened her eyes. Dark, heavy-lidded pools of lust regarded her from way above. A strangled moan caught in her throat as he came down on her slowly, letting his heavy body crush her into the yielding mattress. His legs situated themselves between hers; his cock nestled snugly against her core. She trembled, arched against him and ran her fingers along his back, pulling his shirt up as she went. Nick growled low in his throat and kissed her neck, her shoulder, nibbling his way across her collarbones. Her fingers dug into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Wave after wave of tension consumed her, roiling in painful knots low in her belly. She whimpered, shifting restlessly beneath him.

  "I take it this means you like my gift?” Nick asked, nuzzling the sensitive area below her ear.

  "Nick ... s-stop teasing me!” She clutched the back of his head, shuddering as his hands insinuated themselves between their bodies and moved up the insides of her thighs, stopping just short of where she ached to have him. “I need you,” she gasped, raising her hips against him. “Now."

  Nick cursed, raising his upper body slightly off of hers and yanking his shirt off. Morgan sighed in delighted pleasure as two-hundred and forty pounds of pure male muscle came back down on her and began working open the buttons on her cotton shirt.

  "Fuck this,” he growled, and then with one tug he ripped her shirt open. Buttons popped and flew, landing with little pinging sounds on the hardwood floor.

  "Nick!” Morgan squealed in outrage, grabbing at his hands. “What am I supposed to wear home?"

  He eluded her flailing hands and, grinning said, “My shirt, what else?"

  Her surprise and outrage quickly changed to stunned pleasure as he caught both her wrists in one hand and with the other shoved her white riding bra up to her throat. His hot, wet mouth latched onto a pouting, throbbing nipple. His tongue flicked her rigid flesh, rhythmically pressing her nipple up against the roof of his mouth. Each strong tug sent an answering hunger straight to her clenching womb.

  "This is the way I like you,” he muttered, his breath rushing past her damp nipple, “hair splayed out like a dark cloak ... God ... you're so soft, velvety ... and so sweet. I could spend days here just licking you.” He released his grip on her wrist and resumed exploring the turgid peak with just the tip of his tongue, caressing round and round, then licking up like an ice-cream cone.

  "Really? All day?” Morgan giggled lightly, running her hands up the middle of his back and into his hair. “Then Sultan would kick the barn down because you never came to feed him."

  "Jake would handle things.” He grinned wickedly at her, “Now lose the bra."

  He waited while she wiggled and found the back clasp, then took the bra from her and threw it on the floor. Still inherently shy Morgan resisted the urge to cover her exposed breasts and lay back against the comforter. She blushed, staring up into Nick's gleaming dark eyes as his gaze ran hungrily over her breasts. He shifted his body to the side. Nimble fingers went to work on her jeans, opening them and shoving them down to her ankles. Morgan helped by bending her knees up so he could yank her boots off and then kicked her jeans the rest of the way off. Her plain cotton panties went with them. Nick groaned, leaning down to kiss her quivering belly. His fingers stroked down her stomach, past her belly button to the narrow line of her dark pubic hair. “You're so beautiful, Morgan. And you're mine.” His lips traveled over her skin, his blazing blue eyes met hers across the length of her belly. “Spread your hair out like a fan and put your arms over your head. Grab the headboard,” he ordered. “And don't let go."

  Slowly she complied, reaching up behind her and trailing her hair across the bed, then wrapping her fingers around the smooth wooden bars of the futon's headboard. The position arched her back, yet pressed her buttocks into the mattress. Nick nudged her thighs apart and moved into position between them, then sat back on his heels, eyes gleaming hot, burning her naked skin. Morgan closed her eyes, but the image of him sitting above her, enjoying her helpless nudity still burned behind her eyelids. Her fingers clenched reflexively on the headboard.

  In a deep, silky voice he said, “Don't move ... and don't let go.” His fingers slid past the silky hair into the wet folds between, probing, rubbing ... creating sinful magic deep in her core. Each caress winding her body higher, tighter. A choked sob escaped her and he shushed her. “Relax ... Just feel."

  Slowly and gently his fingers probed, first one deep
inside, stretching her, then another. She clenched around him, muscles tightening against the invasion. Slowly he withdrew, easing his fingers from the tight grip of her tiny, clasping muscles. Using the tip of one soaked finger he stroked around her distended clitoris. Morgan whimpered and bit her lip, fighting each relentless sensation as again and again he stroked, making her cry and writhe against him. Twisting his hand he eased his thumb inside of her while keeping up the agonizing rhythm, letting her get close and then backing off.

  She sobbed in frustration, sweating and arching her hips against him as grinding, helpless pleasure surged in her body, only to slowly fade away. Morgan clutched his sweat slicked biceps, spreading her thighs wider in blatant invitation. “Nick ... please."

  "Not yet, sweetheart.” He leaned over her again and licked a path up her sternum and over the plump underside of her breast. His lips clamped onto a stiff little nipple, pulling hard, relentlessly, making her scream softly as each tug wound a heavier response between her thighs. She bucked against him, throwing her head back onto the cushion as her body wept, dampening the comforter beneath her hips.

  "Please, Nick. I'm so ready.” The plea was whisper soft. Using her ankles around his hips as leverage she lifted herself to him, wiggled her ass in a way she knew made him crazy and was rewarded with his hissing curse.

  "Jesus, baby. You're driving me insane."

  Nick jerked himself away from her and off the futon. Moonlight from the window caught his bronzed face, shadowing the rough planes and tight lines, making him look savage and dangerous in the dim light as he yanked with short, vicious tugs at the buttons and buckles on his clothes.

  Morgan stretched and sighed, noting the way his gaze followed her deliberately sensuous, slithering motion. She smiled at him—her dark warrior—ready to conquer. The heavy erection he was unveiling a formidable weapon. Muscles in his chest and arms bunched and tightened, the thick chain tattoos winding down each bicep flexing with every move. Even though Morgan knew he would never hurt one hair on her head she couldn't help the flutter of feminine anxiety that shook her.

  Nick must have noticed because he paused, looking at her. “Ok?"

  She nodded, relaxing again and holding her arms out to him as he stepped between her legs, spreading her wide and locking her ankles around his lean hips. Braced on his hands above her he said, “Nuh-uh baby,” and shook his head slowly. “Put your hands back where they were.” He waited while she did as he said, then took his cock in his hand, fisting it and stroking up and down, watching her with narrowed eyes.

  Using his hand he guided the head of his cock and pressed firmly against her, running the thick shaft up and down her labia, circling her clit with the broad head until she was thrashing and whimpering, mindless with a need that only he could fulfill.

  Positioning himself he pressed into her, only an inch or so, and Morgan felt her body grip him, pulling at his cock with greedy muscles. His jaw was clenched; tendons in his neck standing out as he slowly pulled himself out. She whimpered, planting her heels against the small of his back to try and stop his retreat. Nick cursed and kissed her roughly, and forged back in. Demanding entrance with his body, thrusting and retreating, using his rigid cock to open her tight little sheath. He licked his thumb and found her clit, rubbing hard against the stiff flesh. Her hips jerked upwards and she cried out, taking his cock deeper. She felt her wetness coat him, slickening both him and her sheath, easing his movements while he continued the torment.

  "That's it, baby. Take it. Come for me...” One more hard rub and she did, exploding, screaming out as he surged heavily into her clenching body, all the way until he hit the entrance to her womb and could go no further. She felt his balls slap against her ass.

  Nick rested against her, catching his breath, face shoved into the side of her neck. He inhaled, nostrils filling with the scent of sweat, sex, and her natural delicate musk. He could feel the blood pumping heavily in the veins of her throat and began to move, deep and thick within her, dragging his hard length almost all the way out, only to forge steadily back in. Thrust and retreat, his cock plunged again and again. Faster, harder, deeper ... He heard her breathless cries, watched as the force of his thrusting moved her back and forth on the cushion. Her arms were strained, holding tightly to the back of the futon, trying to counter the power behind his slow purposeful thrusts.

  His orgasm bore down on him, crashing into to his balls and jerking through his penis. He slammed into her—once, twice, three times, shouting hoarsely—mindlessly, shooting off like a firecracker.

  Somehow above the ringing in his ears Nick was aware of Morgan beneath him, shuddering and clutching him with her arms and legs, soothing him with her fingers as tears trailed wetly down her cheeks.

  Breathing like a thoroughbred that had just run the derby, he cursed beneath his breath. “I'm sorry, sweetheart.” He tunneled his hands into her sweat-soaked hair and pressed his damp forehead to hers. “I meant for tonight to be slow. Gentle.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then rubbed the tip of her nose with his. “A Christmas special."

  She smiled, softly stroking his stubble-roughened cheek. “Nick,” she paused, and her eyes darkened. Her mouth opened and closed. Nick felt her chest rise on a deep breath, as if she were gathering courage.

  Frowning, Nick prodded her, “What sweetheart? Did I hurt you?” Alarmed he braced himself and pushed off of her, cursing himself for not being more considerate and slow. Damnit, he could have—

  "No!” Frantic hands grabbed him, cutting across his selfaccusations and hugging him back down, “No. You didn't hurt me."

  "Then what baby? End the suspense.” He grinned at her, “You're kinda scaring me."

  Her swallow was audible in the quiet room. Nick stroked her hair back from her face and waited, sensing that this was something big. Just ... what the hell was it?

  "I was going to say ... that is...” her mouth twisted and a bright shimmer of tears made her eyes glow. “I wanted to say that ... that ... the only thing that would make this Christmas more special, was if you..."

  He cupped her face, holding her eyes with his and whispered, “Was if I what Morgan?"

  "If you ... if you would be my ... h-husband."

  His eyes widened and what felt like a ridiculously huge grin took charge of his face.

  "Sweetheart,” he said slowly, pressing his lips feather-light to hers, “you know just what to say to a man."

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  Renee Reeves

  I was born in Stuttgart, Germany but moved to the states at a very young age. I've lived in North Carolina most of my life where I started riding and showing horses. I've always loved anything ‘horsey’ which includes a fascination with ranches, cowboys and Indians. At the age of 12 I read my first romance novel and was hooked. By age 15 I had decided that one day, instead of an artist, I would become a romance writer. I began with poetry and moved on to short stories, none of which I did anything with. Then I got married and my husband told me that if I wanted to write a book then go ahead and write one. And so I did.

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