Page 28 of His Relentless Angel

“I’m so glad you never listened to me when I told you to—” give up and let me go.

She knows what I’m thinking, and she drops her eyes, continuing to lick me, but I think I’ve broken the moment. I ease back to sit on my heels and pull her up with my hands under her arms to sit on her knees.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never stop apologizing for treating you the way I did.” I hold the back of her head so I can kiss her jaw. “For all the shit I said to you.”

She tips her head to the side. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. Just don’t stop loving me.”

“I’ll never stop.”

Bailey wraps her arms around my neck, and I slide my hands down to the underside of her thighs to pick her up off the bed and lay her on her back. She pulls her knees up to press them against my ribs and arches her spine as I continue licking that spot she loves.

“There’s no more fighting it. I’ll never stop loving you, Bailey. Never stop showing you every day how much you mean to me.” I push my cock down and nudge her entrance. I know I was too rough with her last night and that I should probably give her a few days to recover, but we need this, same as we did before.

Her breath hitches when I ease inside her, rocking in and out an inch at a time until I’m buried to the hilt. I stop and let her catch her breath. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” she lies. “Don’t stop, love. I promise I’m ok. I want this. I want you.”

“I don’t know…” Feeling like a selfish asshole, I ease back.

Something comes over Bailey. Her nostrils flare, and she shoves against my shoulders. Taken by surprise, I roll over onto my back, and she straddles me. Instead of taking me inside her, she flattens my cock so it points straight up toward my belly button. She sits on it, sliding her pussy back and forth along my length.

“You don’t remember what we did on the couch.” It’s a statement rather than a question.

“No, but I remember my dream. Been having the same one every single night.”

She braces her hands on my chest and slides forward. “I want a do-over. I want you to tell me, ‘Happy birthday, Bailey,’ and fulfill my birthday wish.”

I grip her hips to help her slide back and forth faster. Something hot surges in my veins. Something dirty and wrong. “No, that’s too…” She frowns, and though I try to stop her, she climbs off me and the bed. I sit up on my elbows. “Where are you going?”

Bailey doesn’t answer me as she rummages through her closet, and I suck in a breath when she pulls out the dress she wore on her birthday. My dick throbs when she takes it with her into the living room and closes the bedroom door behind her. I sit up at the foot of the bed, rubbing my jaw as I try to think through what’s about to happen and whether or not I’m willing to give her what she wants.

I hear the front door open and shut, and half a second later, she knocks against it the same eager way she did that night. Pulsing with adrenaline, I pull on my sweatpants and cross the gray, one-bedroom apartment to the front door to pull it open.

“You shouldn’t be here, Bailey. Go home,” I say quietly, but without the kind of frustration I had coursing through me that night. I let my gaze roam down her front to her breasts instead of forcefully trying to keep my eyes above her neck.

“But it’s my birthday. We can be together now,” she says with an uneven tone of voice, anticipating my rejection.

I fist the doorframe and drop my forehead to it. “It doesn’t matter,” I say, though I lick my lips and watch the way her breasts jiggle with every deep breath she takes. A very real tear rolls down her cheek, and I reach for her, wrapping my arm around her back to pull her into the apartment and hold her close to my chest. Everything about that night comes to me so clearly that I know what to say next. “Shit, B, you’re shaking.”

“Isaiah,” She moans, her lips so close to mine when she goes up onto her tiptoes. “Do you want to know what I wished for when I blew out my birthday candles?” Then she whispers, “I wished you would kiss me for the first time and make love to me.”

“Fuck, I can’t say no to you anymore.” I slant my lips over hers. There’s no way I’m going to continue acting as If I’m pushing her away, not when her tears and heartache are so real. My heart can’t take it any more than hers can.

Bailey moans into my mouth as I part her lips with my tongue to deepen the kiss. I pull the ties at her shoulders and tug on the fabric covering her chest.

“My god, you’re so beautiful. Like an angel.” I cup her breasts and gently squeeze them together. “Look at me,” I say now that her eyes have drifted shut with pleasure. When her lashes flutter open, and she gives me hooded eyes darkening with lust, I tell her with a voice full of gravel, “Happy birthday, baby.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “You know how old I am now.” Her brows pull up in the middle, giving me a desperate look to play along.

That hot feeling in my veins amplifies, and my voice is barely more than a husky whisper when I say, “You’re eighteen. A woman.”

“Your woman,” she moans. Bailey grips my sides and arches her back, pressing her chest into my hands. “All yours. You don’t have to pretend you don’t love me anymore.”

I growl and shove the material of her dress to the floor, then lift her into my arms to take her to her bedroom.

“Couch,” she directs. “Lay down.”

I lay on her three-seater, the velvety fabric warm and soft beneath my naked back, and I settle Bailey on top of my lap. She moans and lifts to free my cock from my sweatpants, then drops her weight and roughly rocks her hips back and forth along the underside of my erection pinned between us.

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