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"Not if I'm asleep."

That did it. Dylan tossed the book on the
floor and then pinned Angel down with his upper body. He squeezed Angel's side
to tickle her.

"Stop," she screamed. "Please
stop. It tickles." She grabbed his hand and tried to push him off.

"Call me boring again and I swear I
will make your night interesting."

"It is already interestingly…boriiinng."
Laughing, Angel tried to wriggle out from under him.

Dylan stopped her with an open-mouth kiss. Like
an electric current, lust surged through his entire being. The kiss felt so
good that he snaked his arm beneath the small of Angel's back and pulled her
tight against him. Consumed with desire, he felt like devouring her. He
continued assaulting his mouth, savoring her sweet taste. He was sucking her
upper lip when he realized that Angel wasn't returning his kisses. She stopped
pushing him, but her body was as rigid as it can be. Damn. What was he
thinking?

"I'm sorry." He started rolling
off her.

"No." Angel tightened her hold on
Dylan's hand. "Don't be. It's, it's just Willy said--"

"Oh, baby, never ever listen to that
lunatic. First of all, he is lying about you. Second, he's a selfish man who
most likely thought about his own satisfaction, his own needs. That's why he is
what he is. He wants young girls because they make his fantasies come true."

"I can make his fantasies come true if
he asked me and, and showed me how."

Dylan kissed her nose. "No, baby. He is
a sick man. I don't think you'll enjoy what he likes."

"He was always proper when…you know,
when we--"

"Missionary position, you mean."

"Yeah. I thought he was such a
gentleman that he wouldn't even try something else. I even thought that I was
the problem."

Dylan sighed, then shook his head. He stared
at Angel while rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "Baby, he wanted to
project a nice image. That's why he stuck to a missionary position and avoided
trying the positions you saw in Minnie's book." He smiled when Angel
snorted.

"You're not the problem. I bet even Helen
of Troy would feel the way you do if she hooked up with Willy. Listen to me.
You are all heat. Any
real
man would be able to feel and see it, baby.
Sex appeal is oozing out of your pores. You're a package full of sensuality and
you probably didn't even know it."

"You're just saying that to make me
feel better."

"No. I'm telling you the truth. You
made me burn just by looking at you. You're so beautiful and helluva hot. Let's
not talk about the demon, baby. He's not worth it. He doesn't deserve a space
in your mind and heart."

Angel sighed. Her eyes drifted down to his
mouth. "I know."

"I'm sorry he treated you wrong. He
didn't ruin us men in your book, did he? We're all different."

"You treat your women, how?"

Dylan laughed. "My women? I see only
one in this room."

"I'm not your woman, DB."

"DB. No woman ever called me using my
initials before."

"Well, when I said DB, I'm not
referring to your initials. It is short for dumb butt."

Dylan kissed her with his eyes. "Dumb butt is
better than douche bag."

Angel grinned. "So how do you treat a woman?"

"Okay, this dumb butt that smells like Ajax
and looks like a llama, treats his woman the way a man should. With respect."

"And in bed?"

"Well, in bed, I always give her what
she needs, what she craves, what she wants." He slowly ran his hand from
Angel's cheek down to her neck and the rise of her breast. However, he didn't
stop there. He continued down until he reached her hipbone where he pressed the
heel of his hand. "A woman's pleasure always comes first. I'm not selfish."

"Are you seducing me with your words?"

"Yes." He wedged his thigh between
Angel's legs, which she cradled without inhibition. Dylan's cock, pressed on
Angel's hip, throbbed. "I want nothing more than to show you everything I
know, but if you rather that I continue reading instead--"

"Dylan, don't make me beg." She ran
her hand up the length of his forearm, then stopped just below where his upper
arm and shoulder meet.

"But I like it when a woman begs."

"Not going to happen."

"You will." Once again, his mouth
covered Angel's pink lips. He kissed her slowly as if they had all the time in
the world. Blood pounded in his brain and cock, but he continued to tease her
mouth. He kissed each corner of her mouth with his tongue darting in and out.
He pulled her lower lip with his teeth and then sucked it hard while his hand
moved back and forth from her hip to her pubic mound.

Angel became restless beneath him. Her hips
moved in a thrusting motion riding his thigh. He knew what she wanted, but he'd
make her burn for his touch first.
If
he could wait.

Leaving her wet and warm mouth, he kissed
her jaw, ear, and the length of her neck. When he reached the base of Angel's
neck, he sucked the skin hard. Fuck, he was so hard. And with his cock pressed
against Angel's hip, it gave him pleasure and pain at the same time. He wanted
to bury himself deep and take her hard and fast now. But he wasn't kidding when
he said a woman's pleasure comes first and that he liked it when a woman
begged.

Angel whimpered when he licked the spot on
her neck that now bore his mark. She would be sore if they continued this, but
if rubbing her clit against his thigh brought her pleasure, so be it. Although
he would rather he lick her pussy until she came.

"Dylan?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Do something."

"I'm already doing something."

"More. I want more."

"Beg." He shifted a little bit to
lift Angel's shirt. Angel made it easier to do when she raised her back. Dylan
gritted his teeth to keep his control when he saw Angel's breasts. It took a
great deal of deep breathing not to lower his head and capture her nipple with
his mouth.

"Touch me."

"Beg, damn it."

"Please, Dylan. Touch me."

"Better," he said and then lowered
his head to lick on one pinkish nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
This time, he couldn't stop himself from putting his hand inside Angel's
shorts. Gnashing his teeth from great anticipation, he finally touched her
weeping pussy.

"Dylan!"

"Yes, baby. I know. Fuck, you're so wet."
He dipped his finger inside her, then smeared Angel's juice on her clit.

Angel moaned. Her fingers wound in his hair.
She aimed her breast in his mouth, begging for more sucking. "Don't stop."

Lifting his head a fraction away from the
tantalizing nipple, he said, "We're just starting, hon. I'm not stopping.
Not yet." He quickly sat on his heel. "Time to get rid of this,"
he pulled down Angel's shorts and tossed them on the floor. The sight of Angel's
naked body with her golden hair barely covering her shiny pussy astounded him. "Damn,
you're so beautiful." He quickly took off his shirt, dropped it beside
him, and then, without taking his eyes off Angel, shucked his shorts.

"You're beautiful, too. Come back to
me." Angel raised her hand, trying to reach his arm.

Smiling, Dylan took her hand and then one by
one, he sucked her fingers. When he finished, he kissed her palm and wrist. "Be
patient, babe." A small birthmark the shape of an apple just below her
belly button caught his eye. "What's this? Something for me to nibble on?"
He didn't wait for Angel's reply. He spread Angel's legs, positioned himself in
between before lowering his head to kiss the birthmark. So close to Angel's
heat, he could smell her. The heat of a woman. Damn so good.

Angel's breathing turned ragged and she
became restless beneath him. "Dylan…"

"Babe," he knew she was more than
ready and so was he. Slowly he moved downward until his mouth leveled with
Angel's pussy. "I want to taste you." Pulling her hood back, he used
his tongue to lick the clit he so craved. The moment it touched the sensitive
flesh, his body temperature shot up to the highest degree possible. His cock
pulsed, his heart beat like a hundred drums and blood pounded in his ears. Hot
damn, he wanted this woman. Growling low in his throat, he sucked Angel's clit
gently while he slowly inserted two fingers inside her. Angel moved her hips in
a thrusting motion, taking more of his fingers.

Dylan sucked her entire clitoris into his
mouth, his tongue flicking, moving back and forth. Angel's quick breathing and
thrusting told him she was reaching for her orgasm.

"Dylan, oh my God!"

"Hmm…" He finger-fucked her faster
and sucked her clit harder now. He didn't stop until Angel screamed his name
and nearly spit his fingers out.

"Jesus…that was, that was…"

Dylan kissed her clit one more time and then
sat on his heels. "You were saying, babe?"

"It was great."

He leaned forward, braced his hand on the
bed and then pointed the tip of his cock at Angel's wet entry. "And we're
not done yet. But I have to protect you." He made a move to get up, but
Angel stopped him.

"Stay. I'm on pills."

"Why?"

"Bad cramps. I'm good."

"Thank goodness for small blessings."
In one swift motion, he penetrated Angel deeply.

Angel screamed his name.

He growled at the intense pleasure that all
he could do for a few seconds was to be still. "Fuckin' fuck, babe. You're
tight."

"And you're too big."

Dylan couldn't help but laugh. "We fit,
babe. We fit." He began moving his hips, slowly at first to give Angel
time to get used to his size, but she wasn't making it easy for him. She was
lifting her ass, meeting him. He quickened his pace. Together they fucked
without inhibitions. Dylan's balls slapped Angel's ass. Their harsh breathing
mixed with the erotic sound his cock made as he pulled in and out of Angel's
pussy. He was pounding harder now and Angel kept urging him on. He was so close
to his release.

Looking at Angel's passion-coated eyes, he
covered Angel's body and took full possession of her mouth while he fucked her
harder. Three more deep thrusts and then he let go.

It took a moment before he was able to find
his strength to roll off Angel. When he did, he let out a long sigh as he stayed
in his spot until Angel poked his arm.

"Are you sleeping, Dylan?"

"No. Just savoring the moment. You were
great, baby."

"Thanks. God, I'm still tingly."

Good fucking God.
"Glad to hear that." He wrapped his arm around
Angel who immediately scooted closer to him and let out a lusty yawn. "Do
you think you can sleep now?"

"I think so."

"Goodnight, baby."

"Night, Mother Goose."

He grinned and kissed Angel's shoulder. She
said the most outrageous things. And he loved it.

Chapter Twelve

Angel opened her eyes and watched the soft filtered
ray of sunlight shine through the window's blinds. It must be early morning
now.

She had been awake when Dylan left her side,
but had kept her eyes closed. While listening to him move around the room, she remained
still although her mind and body screamed for him to stay beside her. Silly,
she knew, but that was what she wanted. For Dylan to keep holding her.

Last night, what happened between them was
almost magical. He made love with her tenderly, he made her aware of her body,
he made her feel like the woman she was. But was it the same for him? Or what was
happened was just a natural thing for him whenever in bed with a woman? Could
be. For sure, he'd had plenty of practice in bed. So pleasuring a woman was a
routine. No brainer. Dang, how many bed partners he had had in the past? Were
any of them like her? Practically a newbie?

She turned on her side, hugging a pillow
that Dylan used. It still held his scent. Last night Dylan said they were friends.
Now with them having sex, didn't they just cross the fine line between
friendship and lovers?

Are they lovers now?

Crapola! In all of her twenty-three years, she'd
had only three boyfriends. None of them touched her the way Dylan did and
especially not on the first day she'd met them. Whew, what a night.

With her mind still filled with yummy
memories, she tossed off her blanket and got up from the bed. Totally naked,
she went to the bathroom, opened the glass shower door, hopped in, and turned
on the water. She gasped, then let out a loud scream when cold water hit her
chest. She tried to get out of the spray's line, but her back touched the cold
tile. She screamed again.

The water was still cold when the connecting
door from the bathroom to Dylan's bedroom suddenly opened. It hit the wall so
hard Angel jumped from fright.

"Angel!" Dylan, wearing nothing
but a blue towel around his hips, came barging in. The door bounced back on his
side. He let out a loud curse, then pushed the door against the wall.

He wrenched the shower door violently.

"Eeeekk!" Angel jumped, surprised
the door didn't come off the hinges.

"Are you okay?" He looked Angel
over from head to toes. "Are you hurt?"

It took a moment before Angel recovered.
When she did, she covered her breasts with her hands. It was silly, considering
Dylan had explored her whole body last night. "The water was cold."

"What the hell, woman . Don't scream
like that."

"Sorry," she said and then she
squeaked again because the water turned so hot, it burned her shoulder. "Hot!"

"Jesus." Dylan reached in to
adjust the water temperature. "Don't you know how to use a shower?"

"I do! But I was half-asleep when I
walked in here. Owwie. My shoulder."

"Scoot."

"Why? I'm taking a shower."

"We'll take it together." With a
swift flick of his wrist, Dylan's towel dropped on the floor.

Angel swallowed at the sight. Lord, she was
aware of his size, had felt him stretch and fill her last night. But she didn't
actually see him like this. God, did her body really accommodate his size? She
was still gawking when Dylan gently touched her hips.

"You're accident prone. Let me see."

Angel showed him her shoulder. It was
already red. "I look like a lobster."

"Poor baby," he kissed the red
skin close to the base of her neck. "Hmm…I love lobsters."

"Dylan…"

"Angel," he mimicked.

"What are we doing?"

"A repeat of last night. Unless you
want me to stop and go back to my room." He wrapped his arm around Angel's
waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Well, we might as well share the
shower. Saves water and fish in the ocean."

Dylan pulled her closer against him. "I'm
for saving the fish, baby."

Flesh against flesh, man against woman, Angel's
breasts tingled as she felt Dylan's hard chest. The shower pressure and
temperature felt good against her skin and on the sore muscles she didn't know
existed. Last night, Dylan showed her pleasures in bed that she'd never reached
before, positions that hit her hot spot. Without a doubt, Dylan knew how to
make a woman feel so desirable. He was tender and, she must admit, charming. If
they keep this up, would she be able to go home with her heart still intact?
Oh,
dear.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms
around his neck and buried her face on his chest. If in such a short time, she
learned to like him, offered him her body willingly, what would she do after a
month? Give him her heart? A heart that was still broken.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing," she replied and tamped
down her melancholy feeling. She cupped Dylan's face, then smiled. "I just
want you to know how much I appreciated you keeping me company."

"Manfred is a friend. I just answered
his request. And I'm glad I did."

That was it then. He was just doing a friend
a great favor. This was nothing but a job. "Me, too."

"I had a wonderful time last night. You're
so great, baby, I want more of you." His mouth came down on top of hers
and took full possession. His tongue swept and thrust in her mouth, mimicking
an erotic movement that was as old as time.

Me, too.

When she felt Dylan's hard penis throbbed against
her belly, all thoughts about leaving flew. She could think of nothing but
Dylan and their moment together.

Dylan kissed the base of her neck where the
water sprayed. When he looked at Angel again, he was trying to blink the water
off his lashes.

Angel laughed and wiped his face. She combed
back his hair and showered kisses all over his face.

Dylan trapped Angel's arm around his neck, switched
their position so the water sprayed on her.

Angel tried to keep her eyes open, but couldn't.
She sputtered and shook her head.

Laughing, Dylan pressed his forehead against
Angel.

Warm water cascaded down Angel's face and back.
It felt so wonderful, but the tenderness of the moment made her cry. She was
thankful for the water since it hid her tears. God, Bianca must be right. She
was really depressed.

Dylan kissed her arm one more time and then
hugged her tight. He adjusted the shower head lower so it pointed at the middle
of her back. "You're beautiful."

"You made me feel beautiful."

"Baby, you have no idea what kind of effect
you have on men. The room lights up when you're in it, you can coax a smile
from anyone. You, Angel McCready, are a rainbow in the horizon, warmth on a
cold day, sunshine on winter's day, and the fresh scent of autumn that gives
everyone the good feeling. And I am so happy to have met you."

"You haven't seen the bad side of me
yet. I'm good at hiding it."

"Bad side? You mean when you bit my
neck, scratched my back, and teased me until I nearly lost my control was your
bad side?"

Angel pressed her cheek against Dylan's
cheek to hide a smile. "I don't know what came over me."

"You're a sensual, hot, and passionate
woman. Whoever thinks otherwise is a fucking moron."

"You don't think I'm easy because we made
love on the first--"

Dylan stopped her with a kiss. "No,
baby. Far from it. I like women who know what they want and are not ashamed to
show it."

He made short work of washing Angel, helped
her dry and then carried her back to bed. Gently, he lowered her down. His body,
still damp and warm from the shower, followed.

Angel opened her thighs to make room for
Dylan. The moment their bodies touched, she let out a satisfied sigh. Why did
it feel like she'd known him forever? Why did it feel like he belonged in his
arms? Why did it feel like…he was hers? She ran her hands up and down Dylan's
forearm and then raked his wet hair back.

He grinned.

She wanted to cry. "This is far from
what I expected when I left home."

Dylan adjusted his position, reached down
between and then began stroking her with the tip of his cock. "What did
you expect, hon?"

Angel bit her lip, but the moan of ecstasy
still escaped her lips. Dylan was slowly rubbing her clit, hitting the spot,
making her burn. "I…I expected that I…hmm."

Hot fire coiled in her stomach as Dylan
slowly penetrated her. God, he was long and thick. He filled her.

"Ahh…hon. You feel so good. So good."

Angel couldn't think of something romantic
to say while Dylan nibbled on her ear. His fingers rotating her clit added to
the pleasure of having him inside her.

Lifting her legs higher, Angel wrapped them
around Dylan. The position gave more room for Dylan to go in deeper. She let
out an erotic groan. "Kiss me," she begged, forcing Dylan's face to
look at her. His blue eyes, almost half-closed were clouded with passion.

"Is that all you want?" He thrust
deep, pulled out until the tip of his cock was almost out and then thrust
again.

Angel opened her mouth to reply, but Dylan
swooped down to give her a kiss so carnal, it definitely sparked the beginning
of her orgasm.

Dylan's body was hot to touch. He was hard
everywhere. His kiss was almost savage and punishing. When he lifted his head
to look at her, his breathing was fast. "Baby," he whispered in a
strained voice. "You haven't answered me. Say what you want before it's
too late."

Angel met his thrust and clenched her inner
muscles. "You, I want you."

"I'm yours, baby." His thrusts
became quicker and harder. With his hands on each side of Angel's head, he
lifted his upper body while his hips pounded. He was less controlled now. "Fuck!
That's it, baby. Move with me. You're good. Too good."

Angel was out of control, too. Her hands
were everywhere, touching, reaching for Dylan. "Don't stop."

"No. Come on. Let it go." Dylan
moved again. This time, he kneeled in between Angel's legs, his hands tight
around her hips and then he fucked her so hard the bed groaned beneath them. "Yes!
Fuck, baby. So good."

Angel screamed Dylan's name as her breasts
bounced and Dylan's balls slapped her ass. She'd never had this raw passion,
ever. She looked at Dylan. His muscles were tight, body glistened. She looked
lower and watched him slam his hips against her. His cock was coated with her
juice. She wanted to taste him. The idea of his long cock in her mouth and the
hard thrusts triggered her orgasm. She screamed at the intensity of it.

Dylan's fingers clamped hard on her hips as
he fucked her almost frantically. He rammed into her so hard and fast, Angel
thought she would die from the sheer pleasure. This was what she'd been missing.
Lovemaking without inhibitions.

A few more thrusts and then Dylan let out a
long
ahh
. He remained inside her, grinding his hips. His arms quivered
from holding his weight.

When Angel reached for his arm, Dylan opened
his eyes. Their gazes met and in that one brief moment, something passed
between them. God, he was so handsome.

 Dylan lowered his body, licked her nipple
and then gave her a long lingering kiss. Still inside her, Dylan ground his hips
while she kept her legs wrapped around him.

Angel closed her eyes and took a deep
breath. Don't think about the repercussions. Don't think about the end of the
month. Not yet.

* * * *

If someone would tell him that a magic spell
was cast to make him lose his head over Angel McCready, he would believe it.
Hexed, bewitched or whatever else you call it, was the only way he could
explain what had happened. He flirted with women, bedded them, but was able to
walk away and never regretted his decision. With Angel, one look at her deep green
eyes, a kiss, and a night of intense bliss only made him hungry for more. Dylan
rubbed his face with his hands, then combed his still wet hair back with his
fingers. He had plans for today, but after last night and this morning's
wondrous sex, he wasn't sure if he could trust himself around Angel again.
Maybe if he avoided looking at her eyes, he wouldn't drown in them and feel
like a sick puppy. He shook his head at his own stupid reasons. Where the fuck
was he going to look? At her boobs?

Angel was definitely a challenge he never
expected to face. Her name was enough to make his dick harden.

Last night, he lost his control. He made
love with her, ignoring the little warning in his head that she was Manfred's granddaughter.
Fuck, he didn't even think about her as a fling, but…but a special someone he
wanted to please. He would have taken her again if she didn't yawn and fall
asleep while he was still inside her. This morning, however, when he found her
in the shower, naked and so beautiful, he didn't even think twice. He loved her
the way a man would when seeing her lover after years of separation. It was
perfect. So perfect in fact that he had a hard time leaving her side.