Page 20 of His Relentless Angel

As soon as Bailey opens her door after I pound my fist against it, I push through and wrap one arm around her lower back to sweep her off her feet. I cradle the back of her head with my free hand and crush her lips beneath mine before she can so much as take a breath. The door slams closed behind us, and I carry her deeper into the dark room, the happiest I’ve been in all these lonely years since her birthday.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a voice thick with emotion as I set her on her feet near the king-sized bed, then flick on the overhead light so she’s not hidden in the shadows with the heavy, rusty red drapes drawn across the window.

I apologize over and over again as I run my hands up and down her torso, my fingertips prickling at the contact, and kiss across to that spot that makes her tip her head back with a breathy moan. I nip her jaw at the first taste of her, marring the delicate skin with my claiming touch.

“For everything. I’m so sorry about it all,” I whisper before slanting my lips over hers again and backing her up against the low bed with its thick, ivory comforter.

Bailey cups the sides of my face and holds my very soul in the palms of her trembling hands when she says, “I love you too much to survive your regret.” Her body shakes as she pierces me with her doleful eyes. “If you kiss me again, you have to promise me you’ll never stop, or it’ll kill me.”

My hands vibrate as I slide them up to cup her small face. Flashes of what could be in our near future flicker across my mind’s eye as I stare into her silvery-blue pools, so wide and open and honest for me. Her very heart and soul are mine for the taking too—mine to protect and cherish. They always have been, and I’ve been crushing them this whole time.

There’s a reason I have never gone a day without thinking of that night at my condo. There’s a reason why, when I think I catch a glimpse of what could be her in a crowd, I hope to god that it is her instead of dreading the possibility as I once did. There’s a reason why my dick is harder than it’s ever been before when no other woman has stirred up even the slightest bit of lust while in Austin.

With startling clarity, I know she’s the one. My Bailey.

“I promise,” I whisper just before I close my eyes and press my lips to hers.

I mean it to the very depths of my being.

Chapter 10

Bailey

“Isaiah,” I moan when he slides his hands to my ribs and flexes his fingers twice. I don’t know what’s come over him, but I’m not about to ask questions now, especially when I can hardly believe this is real and not just a dream. Later, I’ll have plenty, but right now, I won’t let any doubts or insecurities interrupt the moment the love of my life is finally giving himself to me like I’ve always dreamed.

His hands and voice shake when he asks against my lips, “Can I?”

I have no idea what he’s asking for, but I nod all the same. He can do anything he wants so long as he stays with me.

Isaiah lets loose a moan of longing when he lifts his hands to gently cup my breasts. I let my head hang back on my shoulders as I hold onto his muscled biceps. He plays with my nipples with his thumbs, stroking the hardened peaks through the orange material.

With a huskiness that deepens his baritone voice, Isaiah asks, “Has anyone ever touched you like this?” It almost sounds like he’s jealous, which he should know is ridiculous. That quip about me sitting on my friends’ laps was nothing but a lie that I instantly wanted to take back.

“No. Never. I would never let another man touch me. I’m yours. Completely.”

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, then kisses down my chest. “Oh my god,” he whispers before pressing his nose between my breasts that he squeezes together, taking a deep inhale, his glasses askew. “I love the way you smell.”

I moan and roll my hips, my thighs already slick with desire as I rub them together. I reach for his glasses. “Do you want me to take them off?”

“No. Leave them on. I need to see all of you.”

He kisses across one breast, and with his teeth, he tugs the triangle to the side to expose my full breast and nipple. “My god, I love—” Isaiah groans before finishing his sentence when he draws my small nipple between his lips. The heat of his breath and the pressure of his tongue make me pant.

“Isaiah, oh, that’s…” I cry out when he gently nips the peak, then presses his face closer, opening his mouth wider to take more of my breast into his mouth. His attention to it is exquisite. “Isaiah, love, yes.” I don’t know what to do other than hang on as he does the same to the other side.

Then my love slips his fingers under the thin straps, tracing them up to where they tie together behind my neck, and asks again, “Can I?”

“Anything, Isaiah. Whatever you do, I’ll love it. I love you,” I remind him, my heart squeezing in my chest when he doesn’t say it back.

He pulls the tie loose and tugs the top of my dress down and down and down to my hips, seeing more of me than last time. He kisses his way to my belly button, and I palm the nape of his neck with one hand and set the other on his shoulder, relishing the freedom to finally touch him without him pushing me away. He kneels and finishes dragging my dress down to the floor, leaving me completely nude.

He whips his eyes up to mine. His chestnut irises are nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils burning with desire for me. “Where are your panties, angel?”

“I didn’t bring any,” I say with a thrill.

“The whole weekend…you haven’t been wearing any panties?” His voice is so guttural, and I think he might be pleased by my admission.

“No.”

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