“Maybe later. I have something I need to do first, so I’ll join you later, if you’re still there when I’m done.”
“Cool. Catch you later then.” He grins and, with a wave, hops into his truck.
Eager to get going, I do the same, dropping the roof of the Mustang to make the most of the balmy California weather as I drive.
I have to keep reminding myself to slow down as I make my way to Agatha’s apartment. The last thing I want is to get pulled over on my way there. Despite that it feels like it takes an eternity to arrival, I finally pull up outside her building.
Anticipation builds as I make my way up to her apartment. After going through security, I find myself outside her door. A sense of déjà vu washes over me as I recall that very first day I stood in this same spot. It doesn’t seem like just a few months ago. It seems like a lifetime and yesterday all at the same time.
The one thing that is different this time is how I feel. Anger was the overriding emotion I felt then. Today, love is. And I can’t wait to tell her how I feel. I just pray she feels the same way.
I hear movement behind the door, and then it’s opening to reveal the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in the longest time. Framed by the huge bank of windows at her back, Agatha stands just inside the doorway, the light creating a halo around her. My very own Earth angel.
She smiles, her eyes shining despite the ordeal she’s gone through. Stepping back, she gestures for me to come in. I step over the threshold, but go no farther, waiting for her to close the front door. The moment she does, I haul Agatha into my arms and into a kiss that leaves no uncertainty as to how I feel.
Hot, wet, intense, the kiss is electric. Our tongues duel in the most delicious way, making me want to strip her naked and fuck her right here in her small foyer. When eventually we come up for air, both of us are breathing like we’ve just done the hundred-yard dash.
Agatha pushes her hands in under my T-shirt, laying her hands flat against the naked skin of my abs. “I need you,” she whispers against my lips right before she bites down on the bottom one.
She shifts her hands from my abs to the fastenings on my jeans and, lightning quick, her nimble fingers have the button undone and the zip headed south. Before I can draw a deep breath, she has my aching dick in those hot little hands. Agatha drops to her knees, her eyes locked on mine as she takes me into her mouth. The velvet glide of her tongue over the hard length of my shaft has my eyes crossing at how good it feels.
She works her way up and down my rock-hard dick, licking and nibbling before taking me back into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. When the head bumps up against the back of her throat, she swallows, and I swear I see stars. My knees threaten to buckle, and I have to lean up against the wall so I don’t fall. There’s no missing the flare of heat that lights her eyes at the knowledge of what she’s doing to me.
“Tigs – gorgeous … God, that feels so good, but I don’t think I’m going to last like this. I need you as much as you need me. I need to be buried deep inside you; feel you snug around me.”
Her muffled “hmm” causes all kinds of incredible sensations to rocket through me. Her gaze never leaving mine, Agatha fists the base in one hand and, taking my balls in the other, she fucks me with her mouth until it feels like I’m about to go out of my mind. I feel the tell-tale tingle that warns of my impending orgasm and try to pull away.
“I’m gonna come, baby. You need to stop …”
Instead, she puts pressure on perineum with a finger while still cradling them in the palm of her hand. Her hand chases her mouth up and down my shaft, adding extra friction.
“Tigs – you really need to stop.”
“Mm-mm,” she hums, never once releasing me.
Agatha redoubles her efforts and has me coming so hard my eyes cross and my knees finally give out. With a pop, my dick slips out of her mouth as she pulls back, and I slide down the wall.
“Jesus, woman, I swear you’ve just broken me. My legs don’t want to work.”
Crawling onto my lap, she winds her arms around my neck and grins at me. “I’m just happy to see you.”
“I’m not sure I could survive you being that happy to see me every time I come over.”
When I’m sure my legs will hold my weight, I drop a kiss on Agatha’s lips, then ask her to hop up. I don’t intend hanging out in her foyer all day, and it sure as hell isn’t the place I want to be when I finally spill my guts and tell her how I feel.
I tuck myself back into my pants, straighten my clothes, then take her hand to lead her into the living room. Sinking down on the sofa, I pull her down onto my lap again, wrap my arms around her and simply soak in the feel of having her safe in my arms. I let my gaze roam over her beloved face and try to find the right words to tell her how I feel.
This momentous occasion needs a grand gesture, but I don’t want to wait another minute to tell her. I’ll make it up to her another time. For now, I simply want her to know what’s in my heart. As I sit memorizing every freckle and beauty spot, the flecks of gold threaded through her beautiful brown eyes, the shape of her full, pouty mouth, I randomly wonder how Knight told Indigo he loves her.
I watch as a frown mars the perfect lines of Agatha’s brow. “Is something wrong, Jess?”
I love that she’s taken to calling me that, how it sounds on her lips. “Not a single thing. In fact, now that you’re safely back in my arms, everything is very right with my world,” I reply.
She traces a finger over my cheek, then gently runs it over my bottom lip. “You know, when we were being held in that room on the island, I was convinced that Izabella was going to kill me. I’m still convinced that if the storm hadn’t foiled her plans, that’s exactly what would have happened.
“But I’ve been given this second chance, and I don’t intend to waste it, so I need to tell you …” She blows out a breath and takes another. “Jess – I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you again.” Tears gather in those gorgeous orbs. “I prayed for you to come save me, and you did. And I thank God for giving me another chance to tell you – to tell you I love you. I’ve loved you from the very beginning. Since that first day you showed up at my front door, madder than hell because you thought I’d set you up.”
Agatha’s words hit me right in the chest, take my breath away, making me grateful to be sitting down already. I cup her sweet face in my palms and lay my lips on hers. I can feel her breath move over mine.
