Hell's Angel (3 page)

Brand vaulted out of his chair, chased after her and caught her as she climbed into the

waiting lift.

He stepped on with her, reached for her and gathered her hand in his. “Kaylea…”

She turned toward him as the doors slid shut and the elevator began its descent.

Glistening blue eyes stared up at him in confusion. “What?”

“You didn’t make a mistake.” He pitched his voice low and spoke in a soft tone.

“It’s just that…”

“Just what?”

Jesus, what the fuck was he supposed to tel her?

That he wanted her so badly his insides were shaking, but he couldn’t fuck her

because it would mark her for Hel and she was too sweet and innocent for a life in

purgatory. And for some weird, mysterious reason he cared too much about her for

that to happen. Brand shook his head and pounded the side of his fist on the elevator

wal .

He watched the ways she studied him and suspected she’d read the conflicting

emotions in his eyes. She moved closer and gently touched his cheek, fragmenting

his thoughts. The intoxicating, feminine scent of her skin pul ed him into a cocoon of

need and desire. His head began spinning, and he struggled to keep himself upright.

What the hel was happening to him?

She began moving, pressing against him. “Brand…” Her sweet yet seductive

voice curled around him and his hands, as though moving of their own accord,

urgently began tracing the contours of her luscious body. Her heat reached out to him

and his entire body shuddered with longing.

Oh God, he needed…

Suddenly, reality inched its way into his brain and he squared his shoulders and

pul ed back. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—do anything to hurt her. “Don’t. I can’t do this.”

Fighting an internal war, he eased away and drew a ragged breath.

She stepped into him again, giving him no reprieve. “Can’t or don’t want to?” she

asked breathlessly, her voice a low velvet murmur. Her legs widened and as though

she, too, was driven by a greater force, she shimmied against him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, completely unprepared for the emotions she brought out in

him. Wel past the point of thinking logical y, he pressed the button for his floor,

grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the mirrored wal . He positioned his lips

close to her mouth. Never in his life had he felt so crazed or frantic.

“Kaylea…”

“I want you.” She poised her lips open and the invitation proved too powerful for

him to deny. His lips crashed down on hers and he sank into her warm wetness. As he

found solace in the heat of her mouth, her kiss fuel ed the hunger brewing inside him.

When she moaned in pleasure, fire pitched through his veins, and his cock thickened,

draining al the blood from his brain, along with his cognitive reasoning abilities.

Pressure began building in his body and he couldn’t think, he could only feel.

“Tel me you don’t want this,” she murmured, her lips moving to his neck, her

tongue doing delicious things to his nerves.

The elevator stopped on his floor. With need ruling his actions, and wel past the

point of thinking rational y, he hauled her off. “I can’t,” was al he managed to get out as

he ushered her down the hal .

Kaylea’s heart raced as Brand gathered her hand in his and guided her into his

lavish suite. He turned to her, his mouth parted, his eyes dark, intense. Carnal. Oh

Lord, he looked so wild and so out of control that it scared her and excited her at the

same time.

Even though outwardly he seemed dark and dangerous, deep in her soul she

instinctively knew she was safe with him. Intuitive intel igence told her that beneath the

surface, he was a man of integrity and character, and had a fierce sense of

protectiveness. And since she always trusted her intuition, as it had never guided her

wrong before, she was going to give herself to this man in a way she’d never given

herself to another. He might be rough and rugged on the outside but she’d glimpsed

the softness, and the warmth underneath, which affirmed her belief that she was

definitely in good hands.

Everything inside her told her that Brand was just the man to take away her

virginity and give her a night of wild sex that she’d never ever forget.

She raised her gaze to his and his shaky thumb traced her lips, as his nostrils

flared. “You’re…so…beautiful.” His words came out broken, fractured, and she

sensed the urgency in his body.

She caught the hungry gleam in his eyes and her entire being began shaking with

want, no…with need. The sexual pul between them was most powerful and did

bizarre things to her insides.

“Brand—” Her words died when he pul ed her against him, meshing her softness

with his hardness. She relaxed into him, soaking in his warmth.

“Come here,” he murmured. His deep sexy voice made her toes curl. Brand buried

his face in her hair as his hands traced the pattern of her body. Gentle fingers glided

over her skin with the utmost care. Her entire body flushed hotly and a thin sheen of

perspiration broke out on her skin. Something about the way he touched her felt so

damn good, so damn right. A low, erotic whimper bubbled up from the depth of her

throat and her sexy sounds prompted him into action.

Her body softened against his as his trembling fingers found the buttons on her

blouse. Slowly, one by one, he worked them free until he exposed her lace bra. The

pleasure in his eyes excited her when his gaze latched upon her cleavage. As he

licked his lips in eager anticipation, desire moved through her, forcing her to lock her

knees to keep herself upright.

Good Lord, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted him, this man, this

stranger. Her depth of desire for him was most fascinating, and completely mind-

boggling. She should be nervous, she knew, but the painstakingly gentle way he was

touching her, and the tender way he was looking at her, put her at ease. As her

inhibitions fled, and desire overtook her, she in turn tore at his clothes. Brand stepped

back and quickly shed his shirt, chaps and jeans, then stood before her bare naked,

lacking modesty and completely comfortable in his own skin.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took pleasure in his gorgeous body. Roped

muscles flexed and relaxed again under her scrutinizing gaze. She turned her

attention to the juncture between his legs. Her eyes widened in surprise as her glance

settled on his rock-hard cock, and she could feel her composure slipping away.

He closed the smal gap between them and, taking her by surprise, his mouth

crashed down on hers. His kiss was deep, needy, and so damn possessive it left her

head spinning. Cushioned in his powerful arms, his mouth ravished hers with primal

need. The soft blade of his tongue played and duel ed with hers, then lashed against

the inside of her mouth. His fingers moved to her jeans and in one quick motion he

ripped them open. He pul ed them to her knees and sank to the floor along with them.

A low savage sound climbed out of his throat as his face met her pussy.

“Widen your legs for me, babe.” His warm breath felt like fire on her skin. Using his

tongue, he began at her inner thighs and worked his way up until he reached her sex.

He buried his face in her pussy, lapping at her clit through her silk panties. Stars

danced before her eyes, and his hot ragged breath on her flesh nearly drove her over

the precipice. Gyrating and pressing against him, she raked her fingers through his

hair and shamelessly held him to her. Jesus, it felt so damn good.

He pressed a kiss over her pussy, a promise of things to come, she hoped, before

climbing to his feet and taking his warmth with him. With her body rebel ing as it

beckoned his heat, she moaned in protest. He grinned and began backing her up until

her knees hit the bed. He unhooked her bra and let it fal to the floor, then none so

gently ripped her panties from her hips until she stood before him completely

exposed, completely vulnerable. Completely needy.

A gentle push had her fal ing onto the mattress. Brand moved right along with her

until his body was positioned over hers. Her nipples tightened painful y and pressed

into his hard chest. His beautiful, thick cock indented her leg, reminding her she was a

woman with needs, but she was also a woman of little experience.

Her insides quivered with equal measures of excitement and nervousness, and

her heady scent saturated the room. His cock seemed to grow against her leg,

making her wonder how they would ever fit together.

As if he read her thoughts, he put his hands on either side of her head, lightly

brushed his lips over hers and murmured into her mouth, “I’d never hurt you, babe.”

She swal owed hard when she heard the tenderness in his tone. Her brows knit

together, shocked at the way his voice seeped under her skin and played magic with

her soul. He tilted his head, his eyes ful of urgent need when they met hers. When he

caught her perplexed look he whispered in a barely there voice, “Tel me you want

this….”

In response to his question, she thrust her pelvis forward, urging him on. “I need to

feel you inside me, Brand. Please…” Impatience laced her voice as feral desire

clawed to the surface.

Reading her needs, he took ful possession of her body. He slid downward until his

mouth reached her breasts. The first flick of his tongue over her pink nipple had her

writhing on the bed like a wanton woman.

Fire licked over her thighs when he greedily pul ed her taut bud into his mouth and

sucked, long and hard. His touch sent shockwaves through her and her skin came

alive, burning with a need so fierce she thought she’d ignite. The intense, direct

pleasure on her pebbled nipples made her wild with need. How on Earth would she

ever survive this frantic, sexual encounter if he buried his face between her legs?

Brand groaned low in his throat and it thril ed her that he wanted her as much as

she wanted him. Once he’d had his fil of her breasts he shimmied lower, gripped her

legs and spread them wide. His nostrils flared and he remained motionless, his eyes

caressing her pussy in mute pleasure. It surprised her how comfortable she felt with

her body naked and open to him. Kaylea slid her hand down her stomach, and parted

her twin lips, offering herself up to him. Her pussy clenched and throbbed in

anticipation and she grew slick with arousal.

His eyes, so ful of want, shot to hers, and in that instant they connected in a way

she’d never connected with another. As her body cal ed out to him, begging for his

touch, her hand touched his shoulder. Her pulse raced and she bit back a breathy

moan. She skimmed his sinewy muscles, taking joy in the feel of his sculpted

physique. Her skin moistened and she began shaking with need, her body conveying

without words what she wanted. “Brand…”

Without preamble, Brand insinuated himself between her open thighs and dipped

his head. He inhaled her tangy, aroused scent before he buried his face in her

drenched pussy.

She shivered under his invasive touch. “Oh. My. God,” she cried out and bucked

against his hot, probing tongue. Every nerve ending in her body came alive as he

unleashed himself on her. In a touch that was both commanding and soft, his thumb

moved to her clit, where he drew slow, sinuous circles. Teetering on the edge of

ecstasy, Kaylea gripped the bedsheets and hung on for dear life.

He slipped one thick finger into her pussy and she heard his breath catch. “Jesus,

you’re so tight and wet, babe. I’l never last when I put my cock in you.”

She smiled at him, loving the easy, sexy way he talked to her. But that smile turned

to a heated moan when he began pushing his finger in and out, stirring her heat and

raising her passion to never before known heights. So attuned with her needs, he

touched her just right, adding the perfect amount of pressure to her G-spot as he

skil ful y pleasured her entire body. She threw her head to the side and concentrated

on the barrage of sensations rushing through her.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?”

Wel past the point of vocalizing anything intel igent, she gyrated against him. He

inserted another finger for a snug fit and brushed his tongue over her clit. The duel

assault pushed her over the precipice.

Pressure began building, coming to a peak. She grew slicker with each delicious

stroke. Kaylea began panting, her hips coming off the bed.

“I’m—”

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Come for me. Let me taste your cream.”

Her body began spasming, overcome with erotic pleasure. Her pussy muscles

clenched and throbbed as she let go and tumbled into an orgasm. “Oh. God. Brand,”

she cried out. Gripping his shoulders, she rode out every delicious wave of ecstasy.