THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

she was to keep him away from her problem. She’d just have to get used to seeing him, because he wasn’t leaving her side.
    “The pill is just as safe,” Angel offered. She moved her hands away from his loosened grasp, ran her fingers over his ribs, then up to lightly caress his chest. With her index finger, she teased each of his pebbled nipples.
    “Just touch me,” she breathed against his neck.
    That broke the thin hold he had on his control. With a swipe, he raised both of her hands above her head again to end her erotic torture before she set off a physical chain reaction that he couldn’t stop.
    He lowered his lips to hers. The tender kiss held everything he wanted to promise her, all the words he didn’t know how to say. His tongue probed inside her mouth in search of the taste he loved. His sweet and saucy Angel. Her lips molded to his, her hunger every bit as strong as his.
    With one hand he untied her robe. His heart beat a rhythm in time with the pulsing in his groin. The robe fell away from shoulder to thigh.
    Oh yeah, he never wanted to be a saint if it meant missing out on something this fantastic. He kissed along her neck and shoulders, nuzzling against what terry cloth remained in his way.
    He gently cupped her breast and used one finger to draw lazy circles around the nipple. She twisted up against him, her smooth abdomen rubbing his erection.
    A throaty whimper escaped her.
    Lingering on one breast with his finger, he lowered his head to the other luscious mound and mimicked the movement with his tongue, then barely grazed the tense nipple with his teeth.
    Angel lifted off the bed, the whimper stretching into pained plea.
    She’d said special.
    He wanted to give her the moon.
    Her passion drove waves of heat spiraling through him. It would take everything he had to keep from erupting the minute he entered her. Blood pounded in his ears from the need to be inside her.
    Angel’s fingers raked through his hair, raising the nerves across his scalp. The feather touch danced along his neck to his shoulders, changing to an anguished grip when he removed both finger and tongue from her breast.
    His lips covered hers, his tongue probing past her swollen lips. Her velvet tongue stroked over his, driving him wild.
    No matter how much she gave, he wanted more. He kissed her again and again, hot, hungry, needy.
    With one free hand, he caressed her breast, palming the erect nipple. A purred “mmm” escaped her. She wasn’t large, just a perfect handful. But then, he had big hands.
    He stroked a path down through the curls shielding the heat between her thighs. With a finger, he entered the sensitive furnace and lit a fire.
    She arched up, drew in a labored breath, and uttered a long moan.
    With his thumb, he teased the pressure point, moving across the sensitive nub back and forth.
    “Oh, Zane ... uhmmm.” 
    He needed to slow down, find his control.
    She wouldn’t let him.
    Her teeth scraped his neck. She wrapped her fingers around his head, pulled him down to kiss him. When they broke apart, her warm breath poured across his cheek.
    “You feel so good, baby,” he murmured. Nothing beyond this minute was real.
    Every move, each response from her was a gift he wanted to take his time unwrapping.
    For once, fantasy couldn’t compare with reality.
    He kept moving his thumb and finger, pushing her closer to exploding.
    She arched forward, pressing against his arousal. “Oh, Zane...oh, I...yes...”  She cried unintelligible pleas, each more passion-filled than the next.
    Every time she trembled and whimpered she threatened to snap the thin tether he held on his control. All he could think about was driving into her with mindless abandon, but he wouldn’t go further until he was sure she was ready.
    It’d better be soon.
    “Baby, just tell me what you want.”  The strained words croaked out of his dry throat.
    She panted twice. “You have ... to ask?”
    He’d have smiled at the frustration in her husky voice if he hadn’t been equally desperate. Changing up the pace of his fingers, he gave her a gentle push over the edge.
    She held her breath for a second then cried out, shaking with the intensity of her climax.
    He held her there, savoring the joy of watching her until she fell back to the bed, winded.
    Within seconds, his shorts were gone and he settled between her thighs. He cupped her soft bottom, lifting her up, and slowly entered her.
    He heard a soft moan of, “Yesss,” before