"I was going to call you … As soon as I figured things out, I was going to call Hank's shop to let you know I was okay," she said softly as she reached up to run her fingers through my hair.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I closed my eyes and dropped my forehead down to hers.
"Please don't do that to me again," I pleaded in a whisper.
"I won't," she promised. "I just panicked. I'm sorry."
I gave her a kiss before lifting her down from the kitchen counter. "Let's watch some movies or something. Might be a good distraction," I suggested.
I tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave before heading off to take a quick shower while Angel sorted through the DVDs.
Once we were sitting on the couch, Angel faced me, draping her legs over my lap. "How did you find me so fast?"
"Beverly. That woman drives like a NASCAR racer."
"What?" She huffed out a laugh. "No she doesn't. It took us almost an hour to get to the train station … " she trailed off and realization dawned on her face. "Oh my God. She totally played me. I'm like the most gullible person ever," she complained as her hands went up cover her face, muffling her words.
"You're trusting." I tried to phrase it differently to make her feel better.
I pulled her hands away from her face and laced our fingers.
"I'm just way in over my head with this whole thing. I should've known better. I never could get away with anything. While all the other kids were skipping class and sneaking out … " She huffed. "I always followed the rules because I knew I'd get caught. Like it was the universe's way of keeping me in line. Foster kids run away all the time, especially so close to aging out. I just assumed no one would care … "
"You haven't been caught," I reminded her. "We can just hang around here tomorrow. I only have to go into the shop for a couple hours in the afternoon."
"Hiding away with you does sound nice," she admitted with a shrug.
"Then let's start right now," I said before pulling her close to me, her back to my front. She relaxed into me with a sigh as I ran my thumb back and forth over the smooth skin on the inside of her wrist.
We spent the rest of the evening making light conversation and flirting with each other, avoiding any talk of train stations or missing persons reports.
After we got into bed, I held Angel against my chest a little tighter than usual, thankful that she was still here.
TRAVIS
Early morning light filtered through the window blinds, casting a pinkish glow over the room. Angel's deep, even breathing was soothing as I held my arm around her. I was lying on my back and her head rested in the place where my shoulder met my chest-my favorite way to wake up.
A content sigh left me as I peered down at her face.
The hurt and anger from the day before had melted away, and it was replaced with something else-something I'd never felt before.
My heart swelled in my chest when I realized what it was.
Love.
I was in love with her. The realization nearly took my breath away.
My arms held her tighter and I placed a kiss on the top of her head, making her sigh in her sleep.
I wanted to tell her, but it was way too soon to be making that kind of declaration. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away. Obviously, she was a flight risk. I decided it was best to keep my feelings to myself for now.
Angel started waking up and I decided that even though I wasn't going to tell her, maybe I could show her how I felt.
When she stretched, I moved over her and started playfully nipping at her neck. She squealed and giggled until I moved my mouth up to her face, gently brushing my lips over hers.
Kissing her was always great-it was something we'd done a lot of, but I knew we both wanted more.
Tentatively, my hand slipped underneath her shirt and I brushed my fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. I moved my mouth to the place on her neck that I knew drove her crazy as my hand went a little higher. The tip of my middle finger brushed the underside of her breast and she gasped.
"Is this okay?" I looked up into her heavy-lidded eyes.
She nodded rapidly and bit her lower lip. I slowly slid her shirt up until I could see her pink nipple peeking out. I circled my thumb over the hard pebble and she moaned.
I was about to ask her to take the shirt off, but she beat me to it. After she pulled it over her head, she leaned back to look at me but I was too busy staring at her bare skin.
Angel's tits were amazing. Not more than a handful, but round and firm. Perky.
With both of them exposed, I had full access to do what I wanted. I sucked one peak into my mouth while gently pinching the other with my thumb and forefinger. Angel's fingers tangled in my hair as she held me to her.
My cock throbbed painfully in my gym shorts but I ignored it. This was about her.
Her hips started shifting underneath me and I knew what she needed. My hands went to the waistband of her sleep shorts and I looked up at her in question.
She nodded her permission and I slipped them down her smooth legs. Apparently Angel hadn't been wearing panties, because she was completely bare to me now.
Angel in my bed. Naked.
I slowly slid my fingers up to the trimmed blond hair at the apex of her thighs.
"We're not having sex," I blurted out. I felt the need to let her know I didn't plan on doing that yet. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I assured her.
"Travis, I might die if you don't touch me right now," she said dramatically as she fisted the sheets in her hands.
I chuckled but my amusement didn't last long. I think my brain short-circuited when I ran a finger through her slit and felt her wetness. She was soaked.
She tensed as I rubbed my finger over her entrance, but I didn't push inside. I collected some of the slickness there and moved up through her folds to her clit where I started drawing tight circles.
Angel whimpered and spread her legs wider, baring every part of her to me. Her perfect pink folds glistened with wetness, and I licked my lips when I thought about what it would be like to taste her there. While continuing the movements with my fingers, I kissed the inside of her thigh, so close to the place I really wanted to be.
I moved my fingers back down to her wet opening and played there, stroking and circling while I brought my mouth to her clit and licked.
She arched off the bed, writhing and panting.
Her scent and sweet taste hit me like a ton of bricks. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock and I hoped I didn't come in my pants again. Once was embarrassing enough.
"Oh … Oh my God … " she moaned.
I pushed one finger inside of her while latching onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth while flicking my tongue back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Her legs started to shake and the sound of her whimpers filled the room.
I continued the constant rhythm and a minute later, I felt her silky walls start to spasm around my finger.
A harsh breath left her mouth as her shoulders came up off the bed before slamming back down. Her back arched off the bed and a strangled cry ripped from her throat.
Not ready to stop, I lapped at her, tasting her a few more times before she jolted from the oversensitivity.
After kissing my way up her body, I left one more lingering kiss on her mouth.
"Well, that was … " Angel seemed at a loss for words.
"Awesome? Fantastic? Life-changing?" I said cockily, causing her to playfully pinch one of my nipples through my shirt. "Ow," I complained as I rubbed at the abused flesh.
It didn't really hurt-I just wanted her sympathy. When she got a mischievous glint in her eye, I knew I was in trouble.
"Take this off," she demanded, clawing at my shirt.
After whipping it over my head, she pushed on my chest until I was lying on my back. Her hands trailed down my chest and stopped at the waistband of my shorts.
I reached out to grab her hand. "Angel, if you touch me, I'm going to explode."
"That's kind of the point," she quipped with a smirk before eagerly tugging my shorts and boxers off.
She stared at my dick with an expression of awe on her face. She was still completely naked, and seeing her hover over me caused another bead of pre-cum to gather at the tip.
Slowly reaching out, she spread the wetness around the head of my cock with her index finger. Then she leaned down to lick it once while wrapping her delicate hand around the base.
"Fuck," I rasped. Now it was my turn to fist the sheets.
Her warm, wet mouth engulfed the tip, testing and tasting. She let out a quiet moan in the back of her throat, so quiet I almost didn't hear it.