Page 56 of Angel
“Moretti is dead,” he whispered, his breath kissing my nose.
I gulped. “I heard. He signed his house in Sicily over to me and Sophia.”
Angelo’s eyebrows rose. “You don’t say?”
I lifted my chin, staring him down. With him that close, with everything that previously stopped us from being together, the answer seemed clear. There was nothing else to do but seize hold of the day, take Angelo in my arms and kiss him until I died.
Yet I was frozen with fear. It all seemed too good to be true.
“Is this really happening?” I whispered. “Am I free?”
Angelo slowly nodded and slipped his free arm around my waist. “I thought it was the end for us.”
“Me too.”
I went for his mouth before he so much as took another breath. His desperate kiss greeted me, pulling me in.
My hands moved all over him, clutching at each part of him they could get. His shoulders. His chest. His hair.
I wanted to feel each part of Angelo beneath my fingers. To memorize each line of his face and body, but to never need those memories, because I planned on never letting him go.
Angelo’s fingers curled around the fabric of my dress, pushing it up along my thigh. Heat flooded me. I hissed out a breath, dropping my head back against the wall as Angelo moved his attention to my neck.
I tried to open my eyes, but they kept fluttering closed. Combined with the shaking of my legs and the crazy flipping of my stomach, I was close to collapsing to the floor.
“Angelo. We need...”
He nipped slightly at the spot below my ear, taking away any ability to talk.
He seemed to read my mind, though, because he turned me around and pushed us through a doorway across the hall.
My butt hit something hard. Angelo locking the door behind us gave me just enough time to note we were in a bathroom. A second later and he was on me again, lifting me up and settling me on top of the counter.
I grabbed his shirt in both hands and pulled him towards me. Mouths mashed together, my legs wrapped around him, we ground our hips. His dick pressed against his pants to rub against my thigh.
I let out a groan of frustration. “I need you right now, Angelo.”
With that invitation, he reached under my skirt and yanked my panties down. They slid over my shoes and landed on the floor.
A bit of my butt slipped off the counter and I reached out for the wall to keep myself in place. Angelo hurried to undo his belt and pull his dick out.
With one of my hands pressed against the wall and the other wrapped around his neck, I teetered on the edge of the counter. Angelo took his dick in his hand and pushed into me.
I cried out from the pleasurable shock, my nails gripping his collar. Deep into me he pushed, driving me against the long mirror running the length of the counter.
I said a quick prayer, hoping the mirror wouldn’t shatter. After that there was no more space for thinking. Angelo grasped my hips and rammed into me harder, sending a quick succession of pleasurable waves through me. They culminated in an orgasm, and soon I shook and cried out his name, the moment of passion making me not care if anyone heard us.
Angelo’s breathing got heavier. He growled and pulled me closer to him. His tongue swept across my lips as he pressed his forehead against mine. For a moment, just stayed there, peaceful as we caught our breaths.
“I’m afraid I’m going to fall,” I whispered.
Angelo chuckled and swept his arms around my waist to gently lower me to the ground. He picked up my panties and slipped them into his pocket.
“You’re better off without these,” he explained. “Especially if I want to have my way with you under the dinner table.”
The danger of the idea made me grin like a buffoon. I straightened my skirt and turned around to check my reflection in the mirror. A bit of hair was out of place, but other than that you couldn’t tell I’d just been banged in a restaurant bathroom.
Angelo watched me in the mirror, a sly smile on his face. “Do you think Sophia will be pissed?”
