Bishop's Angel (2 page)

After six years, he’d finally come home!

Bishop didn’t know the woman beneath him,
but his gut told him that she knew him. The shock on her face
revealed that she recognized him, and that she probably hadn’t
broken into his sister and brother-in-law’s house. So why was she
there, and where were they? He sensed a change in the woman beneath
him. Her body relaxed beneath his, and suddenly he was lying on a
soft, appealing woman who smelled of springtime, fresh and slightly
floral.

The light above her head reflected the
sparkle of green-gold, cat-shaped eyes that were fringed with thick
black lashes. They were looking up at him now, filled with
confusion and another emotion that he couldn’t name. Her thick
brown hair was wild around her, framing her pretty face and naked
shoulders. He sobered as his gaze swept over her partial nudity,
the graceful curve of her shoulders, and the full curves of her
breasts.

Fuck!
All of a sudden the situation
between them had changed. No longer were they combatants, fighting
what they both had thought was a burglar. Bishop’s gut told him she
had as much right to be there as he had. Her relaxing beneath him
had allowed the tension to vacate his body, giving him the
opportunity to become more aware of the woman, her alluring curves
and the unmistakable crevice his cock was wedged between.

Hot…sweet…heaven.

He shook his head, realizing he was becoming
mesmerized over her lush body, and an awakening urge he hadn’t been
able to appease in some time. He hadn’t wanted to, not with his
usual choice of woman. Her soft gasp told him it was too late to
try and hide his erection, but he rolled away anyway and sat up on
the edge of the bed. Police sirens in the distance were growing
closer by the second.

“I know who you are,” her soft voice said
from behind him.

“You have me at a disadvantage.” He glanced
back at her, his mouth curving upward when he noticed she was
clutching her nightshirt together at her breasts. He could clearly
see her brown nipples through the translucent cloth.

“My name is Angel. I’m cat-sitting for your
sister while she and Alex are on a cruise.”

Bishop nodded his head in understanding.
“She didn’t know I was coming.” He ran his hand through his short
hair. “Hell, I didn’t even know I was coming home until two days
ago.”

The police had reached the house and were
pounding on the door below. He got up to go downstairs.

“Maybe I’d better come with you, since I
made the call.” She got off the bed and stood before him.

His gaze dropped down her body, taking
everything in at once. If she knew how she looked she wouldn’t be
so eager to go below. Their tussle hadn’t done much for the thigh
length nightshirt she was wearing. It barely covered the small
bikini panties he could see she was wearing underneath, and her
hair looked like someone had been running their fingers through it.
“You might want to put on a robe first,” he advised.

Still holding her shirt closed, she glanced
down and gasped, crossing her arms over her ample breasts. Bishop
grinned, he couldn’t help it, and turned away. He bounded down the
stairs, worried at the way the police were pounding on the door
that they were going to bust it in. Flipping on the light switch
next to the door he didn’t hesitate in opening it, coming face to
face with two uniformed cops with their guns drawn. He immediately
put his hands up in the air and backed away, showing them he was
unarmed and no threat.

“Someone from here called saying there’s an
intruder in the house,” one of the cops explained, stepping inside
the house.

“Where’s Angel Smyth?” the second one
asked.

“I’m Angel Smyth, officer,” Angel said
walking down the steps. “I’m afraid there’s been a mistake.” She’d
wrapped a sheet around her, seeming to float down the stairs. “I’m
sorry but when I called I did think someone had broken into the
house.” She stopped at the foot of the steps, giving the officers a
pretty smile. “Mr. Strong’s sister and brother-in-law live here.
They’re away on a cruise and I’m staying here while they’re gone. I
didn’t realize,” she glanced at Bishop, “that Bishop was coming
home. He surprised me.”

They holstered their guns. “Is that so?” The
question was obviously meant for Bishop.

“That’s so, officer.” He lowered his arms
slowly.

“Still, I think we’d like to see some ID,
just to be on the safe side.”

Bishop nodded and withdrew his wallet. He
flipped it open and offered it to the officer. They both looked his
driver’s license over before handing the wallet back.

“Looks like everything is in order.”

“Again, I’m sorry for the
misunderstanding.”

They nodded and left. Bishop closed and
locked the door behind them, then turned back to Angel. He was damn
tired, but not too tired to appreciate a pretty woman looking all
soft and inviting, and incredibly sexy. Especially wrapped up in a
sheet, hiding the sweet curves he’d already been privy to. That
didn’t do much to calm down his excited cock.

“What are we going to do now?”

Is she really asking me that?
He
wondered what she’d do if he said go upstairs and fuck.
Christ,
why am I so damn horny all of a sudden?
“I’m going to bed after
I finish my sandwich.” He turned to walk back to the kitchen.

“No, I mean about this. I can’t go home, my
house has been tented for termites.”

Bishop stopped and Angel plowed right into
his backside. He turned his head and glanced down at her. A pretty
blush tinted her high cheekbones. “This house is big enough for the
two of us.”

“But,” she hesitated, biting down on her
sexy bottom lip.

Bishop’s gaze went there. He’d like to bite
down on that full lip, draw it into his mouth and suck on it until
she was moaning against him. But he wouldn’t. She seemed too
innocent for the likes of him, too nice. He hadn’t had time to
develop any relationships over the last few years, it had been
better that way. So he’d stuck with the kind of women who didn’t
expect anything from him. The frown on Angel’s face told him he’d
been staring down at her too long.

“Relax. I know there’s only one spare
bedroom. I’ll use the couch.” Bishop wondered if she knew what she
was doing by looking him up and down as if she were sizing him up.
All it was doing for him was making him hotter.
Damn.
It
occurred to him that he was attracted to her, and that just
wouldn’t do. He’d better get his libido in check.

“I think I’d better take the sofa. It’s more
my size,” she smiled.

“I’d never take a bed away from a lady.
Besides, I’ve slept in worse places.”
Why is she looking at me
like that? Like she’d just found a lost puppy.
Bishop didn’t
like it, not one bit.

“Look, it’s all decided. I don’t mind
really. You’ll be more comfortable in my bed.” Her color deepened,
as he smiled at her slip. “I mean the spare bed.” She turned and
headed back to the stairs. “I’ll just go up and get a pillow and
blanket.”

Bishop shook his head at her persistence and
went back into the kitchen. He sat back at the island bar and
picked up his roast beef sandwich. God, he was bone tired! He
practically wolfed down his food, finished his beer in one long
swallow, and put the dirty plate in the sink. A slight noise coming
from the living room told him Angel had returned and must be making
her bed.

Well, he wasn’t going to argue with her, but
he had every intention of sleeping on the sofa. Once he got a quick
shower he’d move her cute little ass back upstairs. Flipping the
light switch off, he went to the downstairs bathroom and stripped.
He never liked looking at his body in the mirror. Too many scars
reminded him of the dangerous, ugly work he had done as a SEAL. His
last mission had almost ended his life, and he’d done a lot of soul
searching since.

Stepping under the shower’s spray he quickly
lathered his hair and body, then rinsed and dried off. He pulled on
a pair of boxer briefs and padded barefoot to the living room. As
soon as he glanced down at Angel he could tell she was sleeping
soundly. Her soft snores made the lock of hair across her face blow
away from her parted lips. Deciding not to wake her, Bishop leaned
down and picked her up.

She stirred slightly, snuggled against his
chest, but continued sleeping. He carried her easily up the stairs
and back to the spare bed. Then he carefully lay her down. She
mumbled something and turned on her side before settling down
again. Standing above her pleasing form, he clenched his teeth when
a fresh wave of desire washed over him. Her nightshirt had ridden
up, exposing all of her shapely thighs and the swell of flesh that
had escaped the elastic of her panties.

Fuck! I have to get out of here.
He
turned, a little too sharply. Exhaustion from being awake for
forty-eight hours was rapidly catching up to him. Dizziness caused
him to still until it passed. He took a step and was surprised when
Angel reached out and touched him on the back of his leg.

“Please stay, Bishop. Don’t make me feel bad
for making you sleep on the sofa.” Her tone was low and tired
sounding. “There’s room for both of us in this bed and I promise
not to take advantage of you.” She yawned loudly.

He couldn’t make the same declaration.
Bishop knew the bed would be a hell of a lot more comfortable than
the sofa below. He was big and tall but that wasn’t what was
keeping him from jumping at the chance of sinking into a nice bed
after months on assignment in the jungle. It was Angel, and his
body’s need for her. Would he be able to keep his hands off
her?

The truth was, he was too damn tired to try
anything tonight. With a heavy sigh he walked around to the other
side of the bed and laid down.

Whatever happens, happens.

Angel rolled onto her back and stretched,
moaning low. The morning sun was shining into the windows, bringing
with it a pleasant warmth. She kicked the sheet aside and glanced
over at Bishop. He was wide awake, his gaze fixed on her. How long
had he been looking at her? She smiled automatically. “Good
morning.”

“Good morning.” He reached forward and
picked up a lock of her hair, bringing it to his nose. “I think it
was a mistake us sharing this bed, Angel.”

“Why?” Her tone was just a whisper. He was
so handsome. No, on second thought handsome wasn’t the right
description. Not with his military haircut, strong square jaw, and
the scars marring his chest and arms. Bishop was appealing in a
sexy, warrior kind of way.

The silence that followed had her wondering
what he’d been thinking that had put the sensual look in his eyes.
His tone was low but it didn’t lessen the impact his words had on
her. “Because I want you.”

He wants me?
Why did that surprise
her? She’d been thinking about him all night. Even in her dreams.
There’d always been something about him that attracted her in the
pictures Diana had shown her and the stories she’d shared, but
meeting him in person took her breath away. As soon as she’d
realized who he was the night before she’d decided that she wanted
him, in an intimate way. And he’d just opened the door. Did she
dare walk through it?

Deciding actions speak louder than words,
Angel reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of his thick
neck. He showed no resistance as she pulled his head down until
their lips touched. And that’s when Bishop lost control. Groaning
low in his throat, he rolled on top of her and ground his mouth
over hers. His passion fueled hers and, opening her mouth, she
invited his probing tongue inside.

It was their first lustful kiss, filled with
more fire and emotion than Angel had ever experienced before.
Bishop thrust his hips into hers, letting her feel the full aroused
power of his cock. What they were doing was crazy! But crazy had
never felt so good! She parted her thighs and his lower body moved
in between them as if they were pieces of a puzzle. A cry of
pleasure escaped her when his cock brushed against the mound of her
sensitive pussy.

Bishop kissed his way down her throat and
over her shoulders, moving the thin material of her nightshirt
aside when it got in his way. Angel twisted and arched beneath him,
unable to remain still as his warm mouth moved over her. She sensed
an urgency about him, struggling with an inner battle inside of him
and trying not to give into it. As he continued to move down her
body his hands took the edges of her shirt and tugged it open.

She gasped, trembling wildly when his lips
caressed her breasts, ending with the tips in his mouth. He tongued
nipped at her nipples until Angel couldn’t take it anymore. She
raked her nails down his backside and inched her hands beneath the
waistband of his boxers, taking hold of his taut, straining butt
cheeks. He grunted, grinding his cock against the thin material
covering over her mound.

Without warning Bishop reached down and tore
Angel’s panties from her. Then his hand was there, touching and
exploring her as she bowed up into it, whimpering. A burning rush
was working through her body. His mouth traveled down her ribcage
and belly, and then his tongue was spearing her pussy like a
battering ram. Going as deep as he could, manipulating her clit and
pulling it inside his mouth like he was sucking on a nipple.

Everything was happening so fast. “Bishop!”
Angel’s world careened on its axis when her orgasm hit. Bishop
grabbed her bottom and pulled her hips up so he could lock his
mouth onto her convulsing pussy, holding her in place while his
tongue tortured her deep inside. Her pleasure was intense, her
orgasm lasting a long time, taking full control of her body until
it gradually dimmed and Bishop lowered her back to the bed.