Angel Falls (Angel Falls Series, #1)

muscles fluid for an instant, Ian drove hard into me, his hips slamming against mine. He held himself still for one trembling instant. “If you want me to stop, you have to say—”
“Don’t stop.” I roamed my hands across the sweat-slick terrain of his back and shoulders. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He planted both hands flat on the mattress beside me, and his flesh slapped against mine in a steady, driving beat. “God help me....” he groaned. His Scottish accent grew stronger by the word. “Ye’re turning me inside-out.”
“Come.” I grabbed his butt and held on in case he got some crazy idea about pulling out. “Come now. Come as hard and fast as you can.”
His muscles went rigid beneath my hands, his handsome features tightened into a grimace of fierce pleasure. We struggled and strained with some elemental force that had us in its grip, shaking and shaking until we collapsed together on the damp twisted sheets. Ian shuddered, and I smoothed my hands down his back, feeling goosebumps erupt under my palm.
“Jaysus Christ.” He turned his back, tossed the used condom into the wastebasket and grabbed an edge of the quilt we’d shoved into a rumpled heap on the floor. “If I live, I swear I’ll ne’er again come before you do.”
“It’s okay.” I put a soothing hand on his shoulder. “I wanted you to. It was good for me, even without—”
Ian hooked an arm around my waist, dragged me against him, and tossed the quilt over us both. “Good’s not good enough.”
“It was better than good.” I backed up close to absorb a little of his heat. “It was amazing. It was—”
“Hush.” Ian took the sting from the word with a soft love-bite at the nape of my neck. Spooning me into the curve of his body, he hugged me close. “You’ll get yours in the morning, I promise. Now go to sleep.”
I sighed, releasing every frustration, every care, every worry, along with any tension that dared to remain in my exhausted muscles. Surrounded by Ian’s protective strength, I let go of all but the moment’s bliss.

CHAPTER TEN
I knew the instant Ian woke. The hand that cupped my breast began a lazy caress, arousing the sleeping nipple then moving leisurely across my chest to give similar attention to the other side.
A thought drifted through my mind. I think I love this man.
Stupid, crazy thought.
His arm tightened around me and pulled me closer. His penis strained against the cleft of my buttocks. I wiggled backward, pressed more firmly against him, and was rewarded by a low groan and another hot kiss on the back of my neck. The barrier I’d sensed between us last night had melted away, as if by mutual consent our bodies had worked out any resistance between us while we slept.
Several times during the night I’d been aware of Ian’s body sheltering mine, of him adjusting his position to accommodate the times when I shifted my own. Sometimes he kissed me or stroked my skin lightly.
Or maybe it was just a dream.
“I must have died during the night,” he rumbled in a sleep-rough voice. “Because this has to be heaven.”
“We might be in heaven,” I murmured. “But I have no intention of behaving like an angel.” I slid my hand along his firm buttocks to his hard thigh. The sense of being blanketed by him, enveloped in his strength, was the most delicious feeling in the world.
Or so I thought, until he made good on last night’s promise. He rolled me onto my back and knelt above me, kissing one breast and caressing the other while his fingers slid inside me. Then he moved down, kissing all the way down, all the way down to....
Oh, my... Oh... His mouth, heated from sleep, felt like a furnace when his lips closed onto my....
Oh, my.
Moments ago I’d been resting in his arms, now I twisted and writhed, completely at his mercy. I cried out at the bombardment of sensations. My back arched, my knees came up as the incredible climax I knew was coming began to build.
My hands were free to caress him in return, but I was powerless to lift them. I clutched the sheet in one hand and the solid strength of his arm in the other. I gave myself up to his touch, his hands, his mouth, and let the powerful feeling come. He was giving, but I had to give as well, in order to receive his gift. Trust, I thought, maybe. Trust was what I had to give... then the feeling took over completely.
I whimpered, cried out.... Dimly, I heard the noises I made, but I didn’t care. I surrendered all, and the climax shattered around me like a burst of stars until I fell back to earth, and the stars went out one by one.
“God, Ian... God.” I tried to scoop together my scattered thoughts.
“No...” He smoothed the sweat-damp hair away from my face. “It’s just me.”
“My heart,” I panted. “I think it’s going to explode.” I took his hand in mine and placed it on my chest. He spread his fingers against my skin and left them there.
Neither of us moved or spoke for a moment.
“I should go.” He drew out the O in that Scottish way I loved even though I hated what he had to say. “It’s almost dawn, and my car shouldn’t be in front of your house when people drive by on their way to work.”
“I know. But, Ian... couldn’t we...” I fumbled the words and had to swallow and start over. “Could we go somewhere, together?” I took his hand and wrapped it around mine, bringing it to my lips and pressing a kiss onto the rough skin between his thumb and first finger. His hand smelled like sex. It smelled like me. “I have the day off, and I’m not ready for this to end.”
“Well, I don’t have the day off, but I’m willin’ to take it anyway.” He glanced ruefully