Bishop's Angel Page 2

  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.

  Chapter 3

  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.

  He crawled up her body and kissed her long and hard. Angel could feel his cock pounding in his boxers, wanting to get out, and she wanted him inside her. She wiggled her hand between them and found the split in his shorts. Bishop shuddered violently when her hand snaked inside the opening, taking hold of his shaft. Gripping him tightly, he began to move
his hips in a fucking motion, growling low. He sounded like an animal on the edge, about to lose control.

  “Will you fuck me, Bishop?” Angel whispered in his ear. She could feel the length and thickness of him, the veins that lined his magnificent cock. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Oh fuck! The condoms are downstairs,” he rasped.

  Angel thought about it for a moment. He was in no condition to go get them. “Next time, then,” she kissed Bishop and then made her way down his body, much the same way he had hers. She kissed and ran her open mouth over his well-defined muscles, starting with his strong jaw and thick neck. His impossibly hard chest, and washboard abs came next, and Angel marveled at his reaction to her. His hand gripped the hair at the back of her head but he didn’t try to stop her progress.

  Moving lower, she came to his jutting member. Ohmygod! Her eyes grew large, eyeing his impressive girth. Just imagining it inside her made her trickle with renewed desire. She moaned, kissing all around it until Bishop arched his hips, forcing his cock closer to her mouth. Angel laughed softly, teasingly, making eye contact with him. His face was a twisted mask of raw desire, his eyes as dark as cobalt. She had never seen a man look as dangerous as he did now.

  Deciding to put him out of his misery, she slowly lowered her mouth over his rigid flesh.

  “Aaaaaah!” Bishop groaned, throwing his head back and arching his hips off the bed.

  Angel loved his cock thoroughly, slowly, tonguing the cum-filled slit down to the twin sacs at the base, savoring his heady essence. She felt every ripple and vein of his blood-filled member, taking pleasure in the taste and arousing scent of it, responding to the hot steel encased in a satiny sheath. In no time Bishop was reaching a powerful orgasm, his large body convulsing uncontrollably while coming inside her mouth.

  “Aaaaaahh,” he rasped in a guttural sound, his hand twisting in her hair.

  When his body calmed his hand dropped to Angel’s shoulder and he pulled her up his body. Kissing her, he forced her down against him. “Whew!” he said when their lips parted.

  “Are you okay?” Angel asked laying her head against his chest.

  “I haven’t come that hard in a long time,” he confessed, caressing her backside. “Did I hurt you?”

  She raised her head and met his eyes with surprise. “No.”

  He released a heavy breath. “I know I was rough. You’re the first woman I’ve been with in six months. As soon as I laid eyes on you last night I wanted to fuck you.”

  “So any woman would have done.” She was careful to disguise the disappointment in her tone.

  “No, not just any woman, Angel. I’ll admit I’ve been horny as hell the last couple of days, but since my last mission ended I’ve had plenty of opportunity to, ah, relieve some of the tension, and I didn’t.”

  Angel laughed, relieved to hear she wasn’t a convenient outlet for his sexual urges.

  “You’re the breath of fresh air I’ve needed for a long time.” His hand settled on the curve of her hip. “Truth is, I’m tired of leftovers.”

  “Leftovers?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know any other way of putting it. I live a hard life, Angel. No roots, no place to call home, except here on occasion. Some men like me don’t get married, much less have permanent girlfriends. The women we meet are the ones we find in bars or on street corners. They provide us with sex and fun times with no strings attached. Some charge for their time. I’m not proud of that, but I’m not going to apologize for it either.”

  She gasped.

  “If that shocks you, I’m sorry. And if you’re worried about whether I’m clean, don’t. My last physical was three months ago, and everything checked out.”

  “That’s kind of sad.” She smoothed her hand over his chest, gently touching his faded scars. “No one should settle for less, Bishop. Especially someone who sacrifices so much while serving his country.”

  “Don’t pity me. It’s the life I chose, and not all of us have the same philosophy. I just knew when my last assignment was over that I wanted something different for a change. Someone soft, innocent, not as,” he hesitated as if searching for the right word, “used.”

  “Someone who doesn’t sleep around?” He remained quiet, and Angel decided to change the subject. “Where was your last assignment?”

  “I don’t talk about that…ever,” he said firmly. “What we do is classified, unglamorous, and sometimes ugly. When the job is done I like to leave it behind.”

  Oh. I guess I can’t blame him. “So, you, ah, think I’m innocent?”

  Their gazes met and held. “You’re the worst kind of innocent.” He leaned down and kissed Angel, drinking the innocence from her lips. She didn’t know how potent she was, how hungry she made him, while at the same time fulfilling a fierce need in him. The feelings she roused demanded he do something about it. He wasn’t anywhere near sated yet. It would take more than one blow-job to do that.

  Her soft moan brought him back to reality. Bishop tore his mouth away from hers before it led to other things. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her, and his cock was hard again, demanding he do something about it. The only thing he wanted to do was sink inside the sweet sheath of her body. He thought about the condoms downstairs.

  “You’re the first man I’ve ever done anything like this with, Bishop. I want you to know that I don’t sleep around. And I’ve never slept with someone I just met.”

  “You made an exception for me?” He found that thought interesting.

  She glanced down as if suddenly turning shy, and wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Well, I kind of feel like I know you. Diana talks about you all the time, and there’s a recent picture of you down on the mantle above the fireplace.” She hesitated before adding in a low tone, “You’ve been…in…a dream, or two.”

  That little bit of news fascinated Bishop. The blush staining Angel’s cheeks revealed they might not have been normal dreams, either. Was that why she’d given herself to him so willingly?

  “Would you like something to eat?” She asked after a while.

  He cocked a brow and looked at her with a growing smile.

  “I mean, breakfast,” she quickly clarified, smiling in return.

  She had a pretty smile that made her eyes sparkle. The rose staining her cheeks revealed that she was innocent, if something as small as a double entendre made her blush. The heady taste of her was still on his tongue, the scent of her sex still in his nostrils. It wouldn’t take much to have him lapping at her pretty pussy again.

  Was he hungry? Yeah, but it wasn’t for food. He could use some coffee, though, and while he was there he’d make sure to get the condoms in his duffle bag. He intended to have a taste of Angel again, until some of her virtuousness rubbed off onto him and he began to feel human again. The last year had been the worst in his career as a SEAL. Hell, maybe I’ve been at it too long, and it’s time to get out.

  “Hello?”

  “Coffee will do,” he said, smiling in the face of her slight impatience. “And more of you.” He watched her eyes flare with surprise and awareness.

  A small smiled tugged at the corners of her lips. “How do you like your coffee?”

  “Black.”

  Bishop watched her reach for her ruined night shirt. But before she covered up her nudity his gaze raked over her lush, full breasts with those tasty, little, nipples. Then he saw the marks and knew his whiskers had chaffed her tender flesh. He made a mental note to be more careful next time. As she slipped her arms into the shirt, he couldn’t help but glance down at her pretty naked pussy. It was plump, pink, and caused a rush of volcanic heat to fill his gut, especially when he recalled how sweet she’d tasted.

  “I’ll be back.”

  He watched her leave. After ten or so minutes he’d go down.

  Chapter 4

  There was nothing like the smell of fresh coffee in the mornings. As Angel waited for it to finish she took her vitamins and ate a yogurt. Sex always made her
hungry. Having sex with a man like Bishop, well, she might have to eat two. Her thoughts drifted to the man upstairs, surprised at herself for sleeping with someone she didn’t know. But when Bishop had turned to her and said that he wanted her, it had seemed the most natural thing in the world to do, especially since she’d wanted him, too. The only difference was that Angel had started wanting Bishop long before last night.

  He was a good lover. Thinking about how thorough he’d been, seeing to her needs first, made her tingle all over. His confession about the type of woman he usually got involved with didn’t surprise her. Diana had told her a few things about Bishop, what being a SEAL meant to him, and the sacrifices he’d made to serve the country. Not all of them gave up having families, but Bishop wanted to keep a clear head. He didn’t want to have to worry about anything but carrying out a successful mission while he was on an assignment. In his mind, leaving a wife and family behind would jeopardize that.

  Was he tired of living like that? Angel wondered if he was beginning to have regrets about his choices. His comment about being tired of leftovers said a lot, but she didn’t know Bishop well enough to venture a guess where his head was at. All she knew was that right now she was a means to some kind of normalcy for him, and they all needed that in their lives.

  Barnie was letting her know in his noisy way that he was hungry. He jumped up on the counter where she was standing. Angel took his little head in her hands and rubbed her nose against his. “You hungry, baby?”

  Meow!

  Laughing, she put him on the floor, then freshened up his water and opened a can of cat food, which he proceeded to wolf down as if he hadn’t eaten for days. She gave him a final pat on the head, and turned back to the coffee maker.

  “Oh!” Bishop was standing in the kitchen doorway, silently watching her. “You scared me.” Try as she might she couldn’t keep her eyes from roaming over his hard body. Most of his scars were old, with the exception of one. Her heart hurt for the pain he must have gone through.