"Please?"

Before she could change her mind, Angela grabbed the second cover and tossed it over herself, but from there… "Angie, you don't have to do this."

The sudden flare of guilt from him had her shaking her head. He had nothing to feel guilty about - and neither did she. With that choice, she put her hand beneath the cover and went back to watching Brady…like she used to, when it was just them against the world.

Marc tried to slow himself down, not wanting to be done before she was, but he was on that edge already. He saw her arm brush a rigid nipple as she got comfortable and listened to her small hiss of surprise at the sensation, with fire boiling. She did it again, intentionally this time, and he stroked harder. This was the Angie he knew, the fearless, sexual nymph he'd eased into womanhood, and it was okay to think of that moment now, of how her tight body had wrapped around him in willing surrender.

He groaned at the feel of the memory mixing with reality and jerked himself back from the edge by a hair.

Angela had stopped, watching him, remembering. She flushed when his burning eyes met hers. "I can't wait much longer…"

The fear rose, making her tense, and Marc delivered one of those smoldering looks she had always been effected by. "Scared?"

She nodded, voice rough. "A little."

He started to pull the blanket back up.

"No!"

He stopped, eyes knowing, and his smile was beautiful to her. "You are free to do as you please, Angie. No one owns you anymore."

The happiness that gave her! Because it was true. She grinned, cheeks darkening further. "I'll watch you for a minute."

Marc wasn't sure he had a minute after that. Lust surged, sending his hand back to rub and caress in slow movements that he burned to increase the speed of. Her hands were moving under the blanket now, slowly at first, with her eyes glued to his movements. The urge to storm that bed and have her screaming out in climax was a hard one to resist.

"Move the blanket," he coaxed. "Let me see, too."

She did it slowly, revealing long, sexy legs, and then white panties with a hand pushing the center aside. Her fingers moved in small circles and Marc's heart thumped as the edge flew his way.

"Damn, that's hot. Lay your head back, pretend you're alone."




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