THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

she clenched around him.
    She fit him like a second skin, surrounded him, hot and tight. Nothing he’d ever experienced before came close to being inside Angel.
    Slow and gentle. He had to take it easy with her.
    But she wrapped the endless legs of his dreams around his back and shoved up, driving him deep into her.
    He’d live outside the realm of sainthood forever to feel this ecstasy for the rest of his life.
    The harder he pushed, the tighter she dug into his shoulders, urging him on. He’d been barely hanging on to his control, but one more clench from her would destroy it. Zane reached between them to stroke her fire, to drive her to the point of combusting.
    Her body strained under him, rocking in perfect sync with him.
    She cried out, her muscles clenching as she climaxed. Frantic fingers locked on his shoulders as wave after wave coursed through her.
    Right damned behind her, his world splintered. His body separated from his mind. He’d never felt an orgasm so deeply.
    He’d never been in love before either.
    He was never giving her up.
     
    Chapter 51
     
    Angel awoke with her face against Zane’s warm chest, wrapped in his arms, smelling the musky scent of their lovemaking. After years of accepting every miserable injustice life had dished out as status quo, she’d altered her future.
    Might have only been for one night, but that was more than she’d come to expect.
    Whether she lived or died, she’d carry last night in her heart as she faced her fate.
    Over Zane’s shoulder, puffy purple clouds dusted with tangerine tufts floated past the separation in the drapes. Maybe the tropical depression had moved away.
    Thinking he was still asleep, she tried to ease away. His arm locked around her waist, holding her in place.
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    She smiled at the humor in his rough morning voice and said, “I was going to look out the window to see if the storm was passing.”
    “I’m not letting you that far away. Every time you get further than an arm’s length from me, you disappear,” he teased.
    “Not fair,” she answered, indignant over the remark. “I didn’t leave your apartment by choice.”
    When his hold almost cut her breath off, she figured that hadn’t been a good choice of topics to bring up. She smoothed her hand across the patch of dark hair centering his chest to soothe him and felt his embrace loosen.
    “I’m getting a shower,” she announced.
    He made a move with his left hand, stroking along the inside of her thigh in an obvious attempt to deter her from moving. When his finger teased the fragile folds between her legs, Angel clutched his shoulders and conceded immediate defeat.
    As if that weren’t enough capitulation, he smoothed a hand up to cup her breast and tease one nipple mercilessly.
    Zane had a sure way to keep her within arm’s reach. Or at least fingertip reach. One of his incredibly talented fingers dipped inside her, in and out, then he drew the wet finger over her folds and started the dance all over of driving her insane.
    She gripped his shoulders, shaking with need. She pleaded, “Don’t stop.”
    He lifted up and suckled her other breast then scraped the beaded nipple with his teeth. Then his lips closed over the nipple and his tongue drove her mad.
    She forgot about everything but the finger teasing her folds, taking her closer and closer to release. Almost there.
    Then his fingers slid down inside her. He said, “I want you ready.”
    “I am.” 
    “Not yet.”  He pushed two fingers inside.
    She ground her hips down to help him, desperately fighting to reach that point her body begged for, but he’d change the rhythm at the last second as if he could see inside her. He lifted his head and kissed her, loving her with his mouth. Then he teased her damp folds once more.
    She trembled from the heat pooling in her loins faster and faster. Time to shift the control.
    In a quick move, Angel lifted away from his hands, shifted forward. When she felt the tip of his arousal, she impaled herself on him. Air sucked from her lungs in a gasp of pleasure.
    Zane’s eyes flew open, dark and hungry.
    She grinned down at him. “Maybe I’ll just hold you here and see how long it takes before...”
    He grasped her hips, lifting her almost off of his member then pulling her down as he drove up inside her. Two times, three times, the rhythm fast and gripping.
    Then he reached between them and went right to her go button.
    Heat and