THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

could touch all of her. Pushing her shirt up, he stared at her plump breasts rising and falling with labored breaths. His gaze raked down across all that smooth skin blanketing her abdomen to a thatch of dark auburn hair.
    When he lifted his gaze back to her face, eyes hot with passion stared up at him until she looked away, embarrassed. “I’m skinny.”
    “No, baby, you’re magnificent.”  Then he lowered his mouth to her breast, bent on proving just how perfect she was. He licked her nipples and she squeezed her legs against him. Then he suckled one breast while teasing the other one with his finger.
    She clenched harder against him. “I want...”
    He lifted his head then gently tortured both nipples with his thumbs. “This?”
    She made a sound that was half cry and half yes.
    Not enough. He wanted more. He released one breast, sliding his fingertips lightly over her skin, watching her tremble. When his fingers tangled in the curls between her legs, she started panting. “Please don’t...”
    He stilled his hand. “Don’t what?”
    “Don’t ... stop.”
    Damned glad to hear they both had the same idea. He caressed the soft folds that were already damp and pressed a finger inside her.
    She cried out, shaking, so close ... but not quite.
    He bent down and nibbled on her breast, lightly scraping his teeth over the turgid tip. At the same moment, he pulled his finger out of her and drew a wet stroke to the spot that sent her arching. He’d only flicked back and forth twice over the sensitive nub and she tensed. He quickened his pace and she shrieked while he held her there until she collapsed.
    Nothing could be more beautiful than watching that.
    He kissed her, sending his tongue in to enjoy the sweet taste that could only be Angel. Her arms had fallen limp, but she lifted her hands again, holding his head to her.
    A chirping noise broke through his fervor.
    What the hell was that?
    She tugged on his hair when he tore his mouth away. He moved his lips along her shoulders. She stretched against him, a sated feline leaning in to be stroked.
    The chirping grew more constant.
    Damn. What was that?
    Ah, hell, his damned cell phone was ringing. He pictured it sailing across the room and slamming against the wall.
    With each loud chirp of the phone, consciousness hammered his aroused senses back to reality. Angel said Trish had been by today. His sister and her friend Heidi had the number for emergencies.
    High Vision’s dispatch could be calling.
    Just once, Zane wished he was undisciplined enough to ignore his responsibilities.
    Every nerve in his body stood on end. He was so hard the zipper outline had to be embossed on his erection.
    Resigned to his fate, Zane pulled his hand from Angel’s breast. He stroked her shoulder and kissed her face. God, he didn’t want to take his hands off of her.
    “Honey, I’m sorry,” he whispered.
    Sorry they weren’t in his bed, sorry his life was not his own, sorry some jerk had invented cell phones.
    Angel lifted her head. She stared at him as though he’d said there were elephants coming at them. Her swollen lips begged to be kissed.
    If their lips touched again, he wasn’t sure he could back away.
    Quiet reigned for several seconds once the phone ceased, but then the irritating sound resumed.
    “Damn.”  He kissed her forehead. “I’ve got to take this call.”  He eased out of her arms, off the couch and stood, pulling the phone from his hip.
    “Zane,” he snapped, anger, frustration and self-disgust wrapped around the short salutation.
    “This is Heidi. I’m sorry to bug you, but you said to call if Trish ever needed you.”  As his sister’s best friend from Houston, Heidi had decided to stay in Ft. Lauderdale after one visit. She was the closest Trish had ever come to having a sister. Her concern for Trish rivaled Zane’s, the reason she was the only person besides his sister who had his cell number.
    “What’s wrong? Where is she?”  Several possible situations crossed Zane’s mind, all of which soured his stomach.
    “She’s okay,” Heidi said. “But she’s at the Pink Baby and some guy is giving her a hard time. I dropped her at the shop earlier and was supposed to meet her there, but when I went home to let Dazzle out in the yard my car died. I can’t get it started. I know you don’t want her walking to a bus at night.”
    Zane growled under his breath.
    “She heard from one of the other girls this guy’s into weird stuff. I