Keep To The Script (Complete)

~ Chapter 32 ~

Judith took a deep breath, then another. It wasn't like they hadn't done anything before, so why the fuck was she nervous? Why did it feel like, after that kiss, something had shifted between them? Not that she didn't like it, she just couldn't quite figure out what it was, and that made things hard for her. She didn't like feeling like she didn't know something.

"Why are you thinking?" Judith turned her gaze to the doorway, seeing Angel there in nothing but his shorts. When had he shed his shirt? Not that she cared. She took him in, a smile once more on her lips. She wasn't sure how she got the lucky card in having his interest, but she wasn't going to question it, not anymore.

"I'm not thinking," she lied, and he shook his head as he strolled to the bed. He sat next to her, can in hand, causing her to smirk.

"I think you're lying to me," he told her as he stripped her.

"The thoughts storming through my mind are nothing for you to worry about," she told him, taking his free hand in hers. He grinned, kissing her fingertips.

"I'll circle back around to that. Right now, I got other thoughts and other places to put my focus on." He shook up the can and sprayed some of the cream over a nipple, causing Judith to suck in her breath from the coldness. "What a pretty little topping for that sexy ass tit." She pressed her thighs together at his words and he chuckled.

Quickly, he leaned over, the tip of his tongue swirling around the cream, brushing against her skin. She would swear up and down that her breasts weren't sensitive, that just touching them would not set on her fire. But now, that would make her a liar. His tongue which exploring everywhere over the globe, was causing the liquid to pool even more between her legs.

Without a warning to her, his lips and teeth landed on her tight nipple, tugging on it as he sucked off the sugary goodness and she cried out. Her fire zeroed in on that one spot and it was a direct line to her core. She tried rubbing her thighs together, seeking some type of release, but the way he was laying over her didn't allow her to move too much.

"Angel," she moaned, her fingers sliding down his back.

"Yes?"

"You tease me."

"No, Judith, I taste you. I want to lick, kiss, and suck every inch of you. I want to make the sweetest, juiciest, most mind-blowing love to you. I want you to look back when you write your sex scenes and think of your feelings. So that every time you write one, you pour your soul into it. Our souls into it. That way, every book, every scene, has a bit of us in it." She opened her eyes to stare down at him as he licked up all the whiteness from her nipple before working his way to the other one.

No one had uttered anything even remotely like that to her before. She also highly doubted anyone ever would. How did he drop those lines as if they were nothing? Better yet, how did he even come up with them, knowing they would undo her?

"I promise you, Angel, you will live on in every story." She arched upward, pushing her breast further into his mouth. His tongue was wicked as it lapped against her painful nipple. And the little tugs didn't help her desire anymore. "I need more."

"You need what I will give you. But this is in my time, gorgeous, and my time only. Stop," he ordered, pushing her body back down and she obeyed. She wanted to fight, she was that on edge, but she wouldn't win. "Good girl. Now, let me taste you." And taste her, he did. His tongue slid down her stomach. His lips kissed from her feet to her thighs. His teeth caught her clit while his breath fanned her core. And every action melted her body.