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  “Not a pretty sight.”

  Her gaze moved up to meet his. “You’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” It was the truth. Angel couldn’t believe how forthcoming she was being, but he made her feel comfortable and free to speak what was on her mind. She shook her head. “I’m not usually this outspoken. I don’t know why, but I feel like we’re friends. Probably because Diana and I are close, and she talks about you.”

  Amusement showed in his eyes as he slowly gave her a once-over. “I think we’ve gone past the guise of friendship, don’t you?”

  Angel wished he wasn’t looking at her like he was ready for round two. She couldn’t think straight, not while she was slowly melting into an inner puddle of desire. His gaze didn’t hold anything back, moving over her with lazy intent, lingering on her nipples until they peaked. When his gaze dropped to her pussy she felt a rush of burning excitement there. Standing before Bishop’s smoldering gaze, she began to tremble wildly.

  Hoping to pull herself together, she took a breath and turned to the cupboard. “Coffee is ready.” Oh shit! I sound like Minnie Mouse! Angel cleared her throat. “Let me pour you a cup.” She removed two mugs from the cupboard and set them next to the maker. “Would you like a yogurt?” She filled the cups and turned to set one on the island closest to Bishop.

  His laughter filled the kitchen as he sat down on one of the barstools. “No self-respecting SEAL would be caught dead eating that girly stuff.”

  Angel watched him take a cautious sip of his coffee. Lord, he was a sexy man, and the dark stubble on his square jaw made him look attractively dangerous. His torso was ripped with solid muscles that tapered down to lean hips and thick thighs. She didn’t have to imagine what his boxers were hiding. His cock was an impressive muscle, even flaccid. A smile turned the corners of her lips upward.

  “Besides, I already told you what I want for breakfast.”

  Huh? His comment broke into her wayward thoughts. Oh… yes, he had. Heat traveled up her neck into her cheeks. She could only hope Bishop didn’t guess she’d been taking inventory of his assets.

  Meow! Barnie jumped up in front of Bishop. Meow!

  “I think he remembers you.”

  “He’d better. He was my cat for the first seven years of his life.”

  Angel smiled at the way Barnie rubbed up against Bishop’s chest. She was envious of the cat and his freedom to cuddle up against Bishop, recalling how strong and powerful his chest had felt beneath her hands. Are all SEALS built like him? Like hard, unstoppable machines? It dawned on Angel she was staring again. Raising her gaze, she met his eyes, which were filled with knowing amusement. Damn! She took a drink of her coffee and pretended he hadn’t just caught her ogling him for a second time.

  “How long have you and Diana been friends?” He asked.

  “Since she and Alex got married. I was a guest at the wedding.” Angel saw his expression become grim, guessing he was thinking about that day. He hadn’t been able to make it. “Alex and my brother Steve are best friends. Steve didn’t have a girlfriend at the time, so he begged me to go with him.”

  Bishop nodded but remained quiet.

  “Diana and I hit it off and became best friends.” Angel hesitated before adding, “She understood why you couldn’t make her wedding, Bishop.”

  “Yeah, I’ve missed out on a lot of family things over the years. When we’re on furlough and we get the call we drop what we’re doing and go, and we don’t know how long we’ll be gone. Our objectives are top secret. We don’t share information with anyone, not even our spouses.”

  “So you’re here today, gone tomorrow?” He nodded. “That’s gotta be a tough life, Bishop.”

  “I’ve had plenty of time to get used to it.” Resignation was heavy in his tone. “Makes it easy when you don’t have any commitments.”

  Angel nodded, feeling a little sad for him inside. “Diana told me you’ve been a SEAL for almost ten years. Don’t you want what other people have? A home, and family?” She gave him time to respond but he remained silent. “Maybe it’s time for a change.”

  He released a deep breath. “I’ve given that some thought lately. I like what I do.” He finished his coffee. “What do you do Angel?” he asked, changing the subject.

  As always, when the subject of what she did for a living came up a huge smile spread across her face. She loved her job. “I teach kindergarten in a private school.”

  Bishop’s brows rose. “Ladybug Academy with Diana?” She confirmed it with a nod. “So you’re on vacation for the summer.”

  “Yep, when Diana and Alex get back I’m heading to North Carolina for a month. I love the mountains.”

  “Alone?”

  “No. A group of us go at different times during the month of July. We rent a cabin on the lake. I’m the only one who goes for the whole month.” His query about whether she went alone made a thought pop into her head. “I don’t have a, ah, boyfriend right now. If I did I wouldn’t have let you, I wouldn’t have, ah—”

  “It’s okay.” He got up and walked around the island toward her, clearly amused at her stammering. “I didn’t exactly give you a chance to stop me this morning.”

  “Stopping you never crossed my mind,” Angel said softly, wondering what he would think if she told him the truth.

  Her interest had begun after listening to Diana’s stories about him and reading the letters he’d written to her. Her fascination escalated when he’d sent the picture that was now on the mantle over the fireplace. Granted, it was a snapshot of Bishop with his team. They were all dressed in full combat gear, including their weapons. Something in Bishop’s blue eyes, the strength and character of a good man, the slight smile on his sensual mouth and the impact of his uniform had captivated her. The effect of meeting him finally hadn’t prepared her for the emotions that had taken over.

  Angel didn’t move when Bishop reached around her and set his empty cup in the sink. They were so close she could feel the heat radiate off his body, could breathe in his subtle scent. She held her breath, her tongue slipping out to wet her bottom lip. His gaze dropped there, and she heard his quick intake of air. Slowly his hand came up and the next thing Angel knew his thumb was brushing across that lip.

  “So soft,” he said in a low tone. “I’ve wanted something good in my life for a long time Angel.” He lowered his face until it was close to hers. “And you’re about as good as it gets.”

  She didn’t have time to wonder about his comment because the next thing she knew his mouth had moved over hers, gentle at first, as if he were testing her acceptance or waiting for her rejection. But that was silly, because Angel had already given him everything she had to offer. She wondered what he thought of a woman who did that, and got her answer when his kiss grew rougher and he thrust his tongue inside her mouth with a groan of hunger. As his body crushed hers against the sink she moaned and brought her hands up to his chest.

  He pulled away sharply. “Fuck!” he rasped, leaving Angel gasping with confusion. “I just wanted to kiss you. To see if your soft body against mine would be enough.”

  Angel shook her head with confusion. “Enough? I don’t understand.” His kiss had lit her body up like a Christmas tree. How can he just pull away like that? Doesn’t he feel something, too?

  His chuckle held little humor. “But it’s not enough, Angel.” His gaze held hers captive. “I want to lose myself in you. My cock is so hard I hurt.” His hands fell to her waist and he pulled her against him. “Feel what you do to me. You have a powerful effect on me.”

  She caught her breath, feeling proof that his dick was as hard as he said. Fire erupted inside her knowing that it was for her. She turned him on. The knowledge made her bold, and she slowly pulled his head down toward her. “I’m not going to stop you, Bishop.” She said the words against his mouth.

  “Why aren’t you stopping me?”

  How could she tell him that she was already half in love with him? It was too soon for a declarati
on like that. Besides, he wasn’t looking for love, and Angel didn’t want to frighten him away.

  “Angel?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe I need something, too. Something only you can give me.”

  This time when Bishop kissed her he held nothing back. She was back up against the counter and being forced backwards over the sink by the force of his lusty attack. The pleasure of his steamy kiss, and the intimate caresses of his hands overrode any inklings of pain threatening to break through. Angel didn’t mind the force of his possession. His lack of control made her feel alive and gave her the courage to reciprocate.

  Thank God he was only wearing his boxers and she her night shirt, because instincts warned Angel it was going to be a hard, fast fuck. The kind she’d fantasized about but had only ever read about in her favorite erotic romance novels. Bishop’s hands were all over her, exploring her breasts, waist, and hips like he hadn’t before. A sound of excitement rushed from her when his hard hands traveled down her thighs and back up until he was cupping her butt and holding her tightly to him. All the while her hands moved over his torso, while her hips thrust into the cradle of his.

  A cry of surprise sounded through the kitchen when she found herself lifted onto the counter. Bishop pulled her nightshirt down her shoulders and arms, kissing his way over her flesh as he exposed it. Angel’s head fell back against a cupboard, and she arched her body into his kisses, while wet excitement flowed freely between her legs. She couldn’t remember ever being so aroused.

  “Oh God, Bishop!” Angel’s hands fell to his head while he suckled her breasts and nipples. “I need you now!” She raked her nails down his back to his boxers, where she tried to pull them down his hips. “Please…”

  Without taking a break from loving her body he slipped his boxers down easily, and Angel guessed by his movements that he had kicked them aside. Now they were both naked and glistening with arousal, moving against each other wildly, their combined pants echoing through the kitchen with steamy heat.

  Before Angel could prepare herself she was pulled to the edge of the counter. They both glanced down between them, seeing her plump glistening pussy, and his vein riddled, blood engorged cock. Bishop took his dick in his hand and moved in until he was able to run the purple head up and down her slit. Then ever so slowly he parted the folds and teased her clit. A whimper escaped Angel and she couldn’t control the violent trembling of her body as she anticipated his thrust home.

  “Now, Bishop.” She gave the lobe of his ear a not so gentle nip. “Fuck me.”

  Her words fueled the fire of hunger between them. Needing no further encouragement, he thrust forward and penetrated Angel’s welcoming body with one smooth plunge. They both moaned, as he filled her cavern completely, appeasing an itch they both had.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Bishop grated, holding himself still. His cock, on the other hand, was stoking the embers with every pulsing twitch.

  All of a sudden his hand moved between them, his index finger flicking over Angel’s swollen clit. She was slowly dying with pleasure and, giving herself up to his administrations, she closed her eyes and rocked her hips. It didn’t take long to reach the pinnacle of orgasm. Bishop knew what he was doing. As she rode the wave to fulfillment he began to thrust fast and furious to catch up.

  “Uuuuhhhh!” Angel was helpless to do anything but cling to Bishop.

  “Aaaaaaahh,” Bishop followed with a rasp, convulsing violently.

  They held each other tightly, powerless to do anything but surf the explosive rapture rendering them weak and depleted. When the wild, uncontrolled movements of their joint convulsions died down, he collapsed against her.

  It was a long time before the kitchen grew quiet again.

  Chapter 5

  Bishop swore to himself when he realized he hadn’t used a condom. Not once in fifteen years had he been that careless, or driven so out of control that nothing else mattered but getting his aching cock inside a woman and coming as fast as he could. Angel made him lose control, made him forget the priorities of sleeping with someone. He’d been reckless and too caught up in the moment. But fuck, he couldn’t deny how good it felt coming inside her cunt without protection.

  As his cock deflated, her honeyed walls caressed him into shuddering. A low growl rumbled through his chest, which was still flush against her amazing breasts. Nuzzling her neck beneath her hair he kissed his way across her jaw bone to her soft, sweet mouth. Her soft sigh of surrender encouraged him to close his mouth over hers and kiss her fully. When he had his fill he pulled back and looked into her dazed eyes.

  “I think it’s best if I leave after this.” He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t see any other way of avoiding a repeat. He wanted her too much.

  Angel’s eyes widened with surprise. “But why?”

  “ I don’t like losing control, Angel, and it’s obvious I do with you.” He felt that was an adequate explanation.

  “I haven’t had a man lose control with me in quite a while. I kind of like it.” The teasing quality of her voice was smooth as honey. The gleam in her smoky eyes was an alluring mix of innocence and vixen.

  “This coming from a kindergarten teacher?” He grinned, and shook his head. “I should have more control than that. And usually do.”

  “At all times?”

  Bishop took a heavy breath. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and talk after?” He stepped away from Angel and then helped her off the counter. Glancing down at her, he found her luscious nudity arousing. It surprised him, considering he’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm. Her pink-tipped breasts were tilted slightly upward, silently teasing him to take a nipple into his mouth. But he knew if he gave in to her appeal it would lead to much more.

  “There’s a huge Roman tub upstairs. Can you stay in control long enough to share a bath?”

  Bishop decided he liked the hint of mischievousness in her eyes. The temptation to say yes was on the tip of his tongue, proof he should leave. He didn’t want to hurt Angel, or lead her on. Whatever was going on between them, whatever they were sharing, would all be over the minute he heard from base. He should have stuck with his usual furlough routine, but he hadn’t seen his sister in six years and he’d promised her on his last break that he’d make it home next time.

  “Well, if you want to join me you know where I’ll be.”

  Bishop’s gaze fell to the tantalizing bounce of Angel’s naked bottom as she walked away. The lady was definitely comfortable in her own skin, and didn’t seem to have a shy bone in her body. There was something special about Angel, something soul healing. She was sweet and passionate and gave herself completely, and he had to wonder at that. How did he get so lucky?

  He went to the bathroom where his gear was, brushed his teeth, and then took a good long look at himself in the mirror. Why was he even questioning his luck? I’m a damn fool. There’s a sexy school teacher upstairs, clearly making herself available to me, and I’m questioning my lack of control? It didn’t seem to bother Angel.

  After retrieving a small box of condoms from his duffel bag and a clean pair of boxer briefs, he walked naked toward the stairs. Halfway up he could hear the light sound of humming coming from Angel. He turned the corner and entered the bathroom, smiling at the picture that greeted him. She was already in the tub, submerged up to her shoulders in a thick foam of fragrant bubbles. Barnie was sitting on the edge of the tub that was bumped up against a corner.

  “I don’t know,” he drew Angel’s attention when he spoke. “I have to wonder what my team will think if I show up smelling this good.” He was referring to the light lavender and chamomile.

  “They’ll be jealous,” Angel teased, lifting her leg and running a sponge along her shapely calf. “Because they’ll know that you weren’t alone in your bubble bath.”

  Bishop set the items down that he’d brought with him, and walked to the tub. He stared at her for a moment before deciding to join her. Moving to the end where Angel rested her back agains
t the porcelain, he motioned her to move forward. “I like sitting behind,” Bishop explained, stepping into the water and sliding down behind her. “Lean forward a little more and I’ll scrub your back.” He noticed she’d pinned her hair up.

  Bishop reached around Angel and gently took the sponge from her. Dunking it beneath the warm water he brought it out and ran it over the back of her smooth shoulders and down her back to where it tapered at her waist. His hand went below the water, before repeating his actions. His movements were slow, deliberate, and meant to give her pleasure. Judging by her sighs he was doing just that.

  “Do you like the beach?” Angel had beautiful skin. He couldn’t help noticing how the hot, soapy water turned it rosy.

  She nodded. “Haven’t been this summer yet. Mmm, that feels good.” Her tone sounded lazy.

  Bishop pulled her back against him, gritting his teeth with pleasure when her sweet ass bumped up against his cock. He continued moving the sponge over her body, starting on her chest and gliding down to her breasts. “I have a friend who has a place on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. He’s invited a few of us over for a cookout tomorrow. I’d like you to go with me.” Slowly, he moved on to her ribs, belly, and below the water to the triangle between her legs.

  “Ahhhh…,” Angel said hoarsely, “someone on your team?” She tilted her neck when he brought the soapy sponge up to run it beneath her chin.

  “A few someones, yeah.” He replaced the sponge with his mouth. Kissing her was his intention, but once he caught her sweet fragrance he took a bite.

  “Mmmm,” she cried out, quivering against him.

  Bishop quickly soothed the faint mark with his tongue. But then moved onto another spot and did the same thing. Angel was squirming against him, sighing and whimpering, her cries a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  “Don’t let me hurt you,” he said against her shoulder, afraid he’d go too far. The women he was used to could take it rough. Some gave as good as they got. They liked pain, and when they inflicted it on him, just for a little while he could focus on that and forget the particulars of the mission he’d just returned from. Especially if it had ended badly. Angel wasn’t like them, she wasn’t as hard or experienced.