Taming Angelina: The Temptation Saga: Book Four (7 page)

“
I
want to apologize
—”

Angie stopped Rafe’s words. “No need. It was my fault. I kissed you.”

“I certainly didn’t stop you.”

“Fine. We were both at fault. I’m just glad Amber and Tom kept their heads.” She forced a smile. “So am I going to actually get on Belle today?”

“Yes.” He smiled back.

Dear God, he is gorgeous.
Today he wore work jeans and a beige shirt, his hair in the low ponytail, and a bandana, this time red, tied on as a do-rag under his cowboy hat. How could a simple ranch hand in such simple clothing be so beautiful?

Because he wasn’t a simple ranch hand. She’d been blind for too long. He came from a humble background, but that didn’t matter. His work ethic was strong, so unlike her own. He made her want to change. He made her want to be a better person. A better person like him. His real beauty, though strong on the outside, resided inside him.

He was perfect.

“Here, let me help you.”

She tingled as his hand brushed against her. In a few seconds, she had mounted.

“I want you to turn your body to the left. Look at a point at, say, nine o’clock.”

She turned her head.

“No. Your whole body, not just your head. Swivel your shoulders. Now what’s happening to your seat and legs?”

“I don’t know.”

“Close your eyes and do it again. Swivel to the left. Pay attention to what your body is doing. You need to know your body as well as your horse does, and vice versa.”

She sighed and shut her eyes tight.

“Relax.”

“Okay, okay.” She swiveled to the left. “My left leg is going forward a bit, my right leg backward.”

“What’s happening to your butt?”

“I guess I’ve got more weight on the right side. Well, just more pressure, maybe.”

“Good. Belle is going to move away from the pressure, so she’ll move to the left. You ready?”

“I guess so.” She felt good being on a horse again. It had been years, a decade maybe, since she’d ridden, and then she’d depended solely on reins.

“Get her walking and circle to the left when I tell you.”

Angie clicked her tongue, and to her surprise, Belle started walking. Her father had chosen a well-trained horse. Of course he had. Wayne Bay never did anything halfway.

Including spoiling his daughter.

She freed that thought from her mind. This moment was for her and Belle. She didn’t want to use a crop or whip to start her, and she knew Rafe would hate that too.

“Good job. Now we’re going to circle to the left. Go ahead and swivel and look to nine o’clock.”

Belle didn’t move.

“Why isn’t it working?”

“She’s probably been mouth trained. Lift your rein just slightly.”

It worked! Belle veered to the left.

“We’re going to keep at this till she responds without the rein.”

About a half hour later, Angie and Belle were circling to the right and the left without any reins. Rafe’s smile told her he was pleased.

“Great job today, Angelina.”

Was he intentionally creating distance? “We’ve been through this. I wish you’d call me Angie.”

“I don’t know. Angelina fits you better.”

“But it sounds so… I don’t know.” Too classy? Is that what she was going to say? Too what? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that it was important to her that Rafe call her Angie.

“Please?” She used the word and the batting eyes that always worked on her daddy. Till now, of course.

To her astonishment, it worked.

“All right…Angie. Great work today. I hate to tell you this, but you’re going to be saddle sore, so I recommend a hot bath tonight. You go on home. I’ll take care of Belle today. See you tomorrow.” He took Belle’s reins and turned toward the bar.

“But—”

He turned back to face her.

What had she wanted to say?
Don’t leave? Kiss me again? Take me to bed? I think I might be falling for you?

While he clearly enjoyed her physically, he obviously had no interest in her in any other way. Probably thought she was a horny spoiled brat who was too old for him anyway.

Which, of course, was all true.

She stood with her mouth agape, most likely looking like an idiot, when her cell phone rang.

Saved by the bell. Literally.

“Hi, Mama,” she said into the phone.

“Angie.” Her mother’s voice was low and hollow. “Come home right away. It’s Daddy.”

“
W
hy didn’t
you tell us about this?” Angie demanded.

Maria Bay sat quietly in the hospital waiting area. “Please don’t make a scene, Angie. It was your father’s wish not to burden you kids.”

“Burden us?” Catie’s pretty face reddened. “He’s our father!”

“It wasn’t my choice, Caitlyn.” Maria shook her head. “It was his. I wanted to tell you.”

“But if we’d known, we could have—” Angie stopped mid-sentence. Could have what? Treated him more kindly? Spent more time with him? Not thrown a fit about riding lessons and learning to ranch? She should have been doing all that anyway.

She was Daddy’s girl. Daddy’s princess. How could she have been so shallow? How could she have considered her father’s life work so unimportant? She plunked down next to her mother, buried her face in her hands, and wept.

Shaking hands rubbed her back lightly. “Angie, he might pull through.”

Angie turned and looked up into her mother’s sunken eyes. “Might? You heard what the doctor said. They wouldn’t do the heart surgery because they were afraid he wouldn’t live through it. Now with the heart attack, they have no choice. So he’s in worse condition, and you think he’ll pull through? And if he does, the brain tumor will kill him within a month anyway.”

Her mother simply stared.

Harper sat down on her other side. “Lay off her, Angie. This is the toughest on her.”

“Harper’s right,” Catie said.

“You never even loved him,” Angie went on. “You married him because you were pregnant with me. He deserved to be loved.”

“So did Mom, Ang,” Catie said.

“We did love each other.” Maria wiped her eyes. “We grew to love each other very much. We just weren’t
in
love.”

“You denied him being in love?” Angie wrung her hands. “How could you?”

“I didn’t deny him anything. It was his decision to stay with me. After you came along, there was no way he would have left. He adored you, Angelina. You were the light of his eye. His princess.”

Just what she didn’t need to hear at this moment. Angie sniffed, taking the tissue Catie handed her. She’d taken her father for granted for too long. Well, no longer. If he got through this, she’d spend way more time with him. She’d learn everything in the world there was to know about ranching, and she’d make him proud.

“He was always proud of you,” her mother said softly, as though reading her mind. “All three of you.”

“We know that, Ma,” Harper said. “And he loved you too.”

“I know he did. We both sacrificed passion for you children, but that was our choice.” She looked at Angie. “And it was just as much his choice as mine.”

Angie looked up at the painting in the waiting area—all red with black splotches. She’d first seen the painting when she sat in this very room during Zach McCray’s illness over four years ago. That was the day she’d given up on Zach forever. He’d found true love with Dusty, now his wife. He’d never loved Angie the way he loved Dusty, if at all.

Truth be told, Angie hadn’t loved Zach like that either. They’d been good together, but she never felt that all-consuming fire, that crazy passion, that “can’t get you out of my mind for a minute” frenzy. She’d never felt it for Zach or anyone, so how could she describe it now?

Rafe.

She was in love with Rafe.

Damn it all to hell.

“Mrs. Bay?”

Angie looked up. The doctor, a gray-haired woman, removed her surgical mask. “He’s in ICU. He made it, but I can’t lie to you. Every minute is precious right now.”

“Can I sit with him?”

“Yes, but only you for now.”

“You kids go on home,” Maria said. “There’s nothing you can do here.”

“Are you crazy? We can’t leave,” Harper said.

“You need to be at the ranch, Harp. You know he’d want that. And Catie, you’re in a delicate condition. Go home. Angie, you look terrible. Go home and get some rest.”

“It’s over an hour drive home,” Angie said. “What if something happens?”

“You all have cells. I’ll call you.”

“We should see him,” Harper said.

“All right,” the doctor said. “But only for a minute or two. Then listen to your mother. She’s right. Go home.”

I
f only she
’d listened to her mother and gone home. The image of her father in a hospital gown, unconscious, tubes sticking out of his body, haunted her. Why hadn’t she noticed how much weight he’d lost? Harper had mentioned it in passing a couple weeks ago, but she’d pooh-poohed him and said Daddy was fine.

And why hadn’t it occurred to her to question why he was suddenly so interested in her learning the ranching business? She’d assumed he was just being a belligerent old man.

She truly was shallow.

No longer. Now she’d live a meaningful life and make her daddy proud. She’d be the best damn rancher in the whole state of Colorado, and she’d learn to ride as well or better than Catie.

And despite what her father had done, she’d never settle for anything less than true, unbridled, passionate love.

She drove, staring ahead, not paying much attention to traffic, which was light, luckily.

She didn’t want to go home. Didn’t want to be alone. Didn’t want to talk to anyone, but still didn’t want the isolated loneliness of her own home. She wanted strong arms, warm words.

Instead of turning off the main road to get to her house on the ranch, she drove through town. Stopped right in front of the vet’s office and parked in back. Walked up the stairs to the apartment where Rafe lived. Hoping Tom was working tonight, she knocked.

The door opened, and a shirtless Rafe appeared.

Bronze hairless chest, dark brown nipples. She couldn’t help herself.

She fell into his arms, sobbing.

“
A
ngie
? What is it?”

His low voice soothed her, its honey tone a warm blanket for her fatigued brain.

“Take me to bed, Rafe.”

He picked her up—how wonderful his arms felt around her—and carried her across the tiny living area to a bedroom. Gently he laid her down on a rumpled bed. “What’s the matter, baby?”

Angie couldn’t talk about it. Didn’t want to. Not yet. “Please make love to me.”

He hovered over her, placed his hand on one side of her face with the gentlest, almost reverent, touch. “Tell me.”

“Please,” she said again, her voice but a hoarse whisper now.

His lips met hers, softly at first, just small kisses around the outside of her mouth. She parted her lips and his tongue swept in gently. They kissed slowly, passionately, their tongues intertwining and their lips sliding. He pushed his hardness into her as they kissed kissed, ground against her.

Her weakened body melted into the soft coverlet. If only she could become one with the bed, the room…with Rafe. Drown her sorrows in this magnificent man. What a soothing salve for the horror that was today.

But Rafe deserved better. She deserved better.

They both deserved a partner who made love for the right reason. She could escape with him. And she would. But it would not be merely an escape. It would be an act of passion. An act of love.

Because she loved him.

She was crazy in love with him. She had to tell him. But would he return her love?

The thought that he might not cut into her like a spear. What if he didn’t love her back? What if this was only sex to him?

But oh, his kisses.
He trailed his lips over her cheeks and neck, and he tongued the outer rim of her ear, her lobe, and then probed inside. She shivered. Her whole body quaked. His lips, his tongue, even the soft whisper of his breath sent blazes rippling over her.

That amazing chest, that long hair falling in an onyx veil around her as he nibbled.
Oh, so amazing, so good…so right.

“Rafe,” she whispered. “Rafe, make love to me.”

He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her bra, and removed them both.

“You are so beautiful.” His breath swept over her nipples and turned them hard. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful body, such a beautiful face, such a beautiful woman.” He closed his lips over one turgid peak.

“Oh!” She sighed. “Yes, kiss my nipples, Rafe. Please.”

“Mmm, any time, baby. So beautiful.”

He tugged at the bud, tantalized her whole body. His fingers traveled up to the other breast and circled the other nipple. Flicked it. Pinched it. She spread her legs, urging him to dry grind against her.

He obliged. She raised her hips to meet him, melding that sweet spot into him.

“Baby, I’m so hard for you,” he whispered against the swell of her breast. “I want you so much.”

“I want you too. Come inside me. Please.”

“Mmm, not yet,” he teased. “I’m not done tasting you.”

He let her nipple go with a soft pop and then worked her belt and zipper. Soon her boots, jeans, and panties were in a heap on the floor and his tongue was between her legs, caressing her wet folds.

She shivered, she writhed. He tugged on her, sucked on her, flicked his tongue in and out of her wet heat. She raised her thighs and hugged his head with them, urging him farther and farther into her depth.

“Rafe, that feels so good. God, I—”

She almost said the three words. Not the time. She let her head drift back into the clouds as he pleasured her.

“You taste great, baby, like fresh peach pie.”

His words send tingles over her skin. His tongue and lips sent her over the edge. She reached forward, grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, and forced his face farther into her heat.

And she soared to the highest peak in Colorado.

As she drifted downward, his face appeared, his chin glistening with her juices.

“Kiss me,” he said. “Taste yourself on me.”

The most erotic words she’d ever heard. She pulled him to her and kissed him—a hard, possessive kiss that mingled their scents together and seared their mouths in white heat. They made love with their mouths, tangling their tongues, each letting out little groans as they meshed.

Rafe ripped his mouth away. “God, baby, I have to be inside you.” He stood and made short work of his jeans and boxers.

He reached into his night table drawer and grabbed a condom.

No.

The words were sharp in Angie’s head.

No. Rafe. Only Rafe inside her.

“Please,” she said. “No condom. I’ve been on the pill forever, and I promise I’m clean.”

His black eyes widened and a smile crept to his face. “You sure?”

“God, yes. I need you inside me. Only you.”

“Oh, baby, I’m clean too, I promise.”

He lowered himself and thrust into her.

How complete she felt, how utterly in love. He started slowly, moving his hips in circles as he thrust, and every inch of her channel felt the sensation. The sensation of Rafe. Only Rafe.

Her hands wandered over his sleek bronze shoulders, his strong back. Oh, the feel of him. Could the finest Asian silk rival Rafe’s skin? Never.

His pistoning hips grew stronger, his thrusts harder. Soon he was plunging fast and deep, hitting a spot inside her that made her moan and writhe. The spasms started again, and the winds took her away once more.

“Rafe!” she cried. “Harder, Rafe, harder!”

He sank deeper into her, thrust harder in and out. “Oh, baby, I’m coming.” His voice was low and guttural. “God, I’m coming.”

One last thrust, and he collapsed upon her breasts. Her fingers tangled in his locks, so soft and silky. “Amazing.”

Had that come from her?

“God, baby. Yes. Amazing.”

Her heart yearned to say the three words it felt. They clogged her throat, itching to get out. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she knew he might feel the same way.

“I should go,” she whispered, not wanting to at all.

“Mmm, no.” He flipped to the other side of the bed and pulled her into his arms. “Stay.” He closed his eyes. “Stay with me.”

She snuggled into that hard bronze chest. His heart beat softly into her ear.

She stayed.

W
hat a fantastic blow job
! Rafe woke from the dream to find he hadn’t been dreaming at all. Angie’s dark head bobbed between his legs, her cherry lips around his hard cock.

God, how good it felt.

How long had it been since a woman had gone down on him? Too damn long, that was for sure. She nibbled along his shaft, kissed the head, and thrust her mouth downward and took all of him.

Sweet heaven.
If he died right now, he’d have no regrets.

She continued her soft torture until he grasped her cheeks and looked into her emerald gaze.

“Come to me, baby. Ride me.”

She smiled, slithered forward, and sank her tightness down on his arousal.

“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had, Angie.”

She beamed, her eyes half-lidded. “You have a beautiful cock, Rafe.”

Beautiful? A cock was beautiful? Maybe it was. She was sure beautiful down there, all glossy pink and purple folds, slick with peachy juices. Peachy juices that were slathering all over him right now. She moved her hips up and down, her beautiful breasts jiggling against her chest, her dark waves, tousled from sleep, drifting lazily over her milky shoulders. Those cherry lips were parted slightly. How he wished he could tug on them with his teeth.

“Baby, you look so beautiful right now. Come here.” He pulled on her arms, lowering her to him. The tips of her nipples brushed his chest. He squirmed. She excited him like no woman ever had.

“Kiss me,” he said.

She attacked his mouth. They ravaged each other’s lips as she continued to ride him. He bucked underneath her, meeting her thrust for thrust. Her moans turned to panting, and she ground against his pubic bone. She groaned into his mouth, her heat clamping around him. What a turn on! Her orgasm felt almost as good as his own. Soon the spasms started at the base of his shaft and rushed outward, and he spilled into her warmth.

So wonderful. He didn’t want to leave the warm glow of her, but she stood and went to the bathroom. In a few minutes she returned and snuggled back into his arms.

“I think I’m going to be late for my lesson this morning.” She chuckled into his chest.

“Baby, you’re so past late you’re not even in the same city.” He checked his watch on the nightstand. Seven thirty. “And so am I.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Chad.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not having my girl make excuses for me. I have to get to work.”

“But I wanted to talk—”

“I wish I could, Angie, but I have to go. You want to come by here tonight? Tom’s working again, I think. I’ll cook you dinner.”

Her sparkling green eyes lit up. “You’d cook for me?”

“Sure, I’m a great cook. What do you like?”

“Anything but goat cheese.”

He laughed. “I think I can handle that.” He kissed her lips. “Stay as long as you like. Tom’s probably already up and gone. I’ll see you back here at six, okay?”

“Okay.” She yawned and closed her eyes.

If only he could stay here and look at her all day. Life would be darn good indeed.

H
is girl
.

He’d called her his girl.

Angie smiled and wrapped Rafe’s covers more snuggly around her. Maybe he could love her.

Her cell phone jolted her back to reality. Her mother. God. How had she almost forgotten what had led her here last night?

“Hi, Mom.”

“Angie, you need to get back to the hospital. Things aren’t looking good.”

Her heart dropped to her belly. “I’m on my way.”

Should she shower? No. She gathered her clothes, got into them, and raced out the door of Rafe’s apartment. She violated the speed limit all the way to Denver. An hour later, she entered the hospital.

Harper and Catie were already there.

“Mama’s in with him now,” Catie said.

“What happened?”

“His heart’s giving out. He’s on machines right now.” Harper raked his fingers through his tousled brown hair. “He has a medical power of attorney. He doesn’t want to live like this.”

Tears welled in the corners of Angie’s eyes. “When can we see him?”

Their mother walked out, wiping her eyes. “He wants to see all of you separately. You first, Angie.”

“Me first? Why?”

“You’re the oldest,” Harper said. “Go on.”

Angie trudged into the room her mother had exited.

Her strong and robust father—the daddy who’d swung her high in the air and caught his little princess in his arms—lay motionless, helpless.

“Oh, Daddy.” She sat in the chair next to him and took his hand.

“My princess,” he said, his voice cracked and hoarse. “I want you to know, I didn’t—” He coughed.

“Don’t, Daddy. It’s all right.”

“I didn’t…change the will. I never would have.”

“It’s okay. I understand. You wanted what’s best for me. I’ve been a spoiled brat. But I’m learning. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t. You’re a good girl, princess. Good and strong. You can handle Bay Crossing. Harper’s needed here at Cha Cha, and it will be his one day. Catie will stay at McCray Landing with Chad. So though she’ll have an interest in Bay Crossing, it’ll be yours.” He coughed again.

“You’re talking too much,” Angie said.

“Yes, I’m afraid you are, Mr. Bay,” a nurse said as she entered. “Your monitors are going crazy outside.”

“Daddy,” Angie said. “I know all this. Don’t try to talk anymore. Just let me say a few things.”

He nodded, and the nurse left.

“I love you, Daddy. No one could have asked for a better father. You think you spoiled me, but I’m okay now, I promise. I’ll handle everything that comes my way.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. “And I have a secret. Promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise,” he ground out.

“I’m in love, Daddy. Completely in love for the first time, and it’s because of you. Because you made me see what a spoiled little brat I had become. So I started changing my attitude, and I found love.”

His cracked lips looked like they were trying to smile.

“Good, princess. Good. You deserve the best.”

“I love you so much, Daddy.” Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her lips to his cheek. She wanted to stay, wanted to hold him to her forever. But Harper and Catie were waiting. There wasn’t much time. She blinked her eyes and steeled her resolve. “Goodbye, Daddy.”

“Goodbye, princess,” he whispered.

She hurried out of the room so he wouldn’t see her break down. He needed her strength. Her father was the strongest man she knew, but what he had to do now took the most courage anyone possessed.

He needed the strength to die.