Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 56 - Starting at One (Anj's POV) | was ready to fly. My beautiful, white, fluffy wings spread widely, and | was beaming with a bright light, only to realize | was on fire. A few more seconds, the hands | was clutching on the strap of my seatbelt would be brushing Sky‘s hair, or maybe my fingers would be at the back of his neck, pushing him toward me.

As our tongues touched, the tingling sensation crept to my skin, makingimagine I was a bird ready to fly.

As his hand trailed the strap of my seat belt, grazing my white blouse, which got wet from the heavy drops of rain, the heat emanating from his hand madeshiver, makinga phoenix on fire.

Sky only stopped and smiled when we heard a honk, the black sedan behind us beeped, calling his attention to start the car. He chuckled, fastened his seat belt, and began to drive his BMW forward.

My mouth was half-open, still panting from our kiss. If not for the car behind us, who knew what could have happened between us. Probably, | was not just flying, but | would have reached the seventh heaven.

I must have swallowed my tongue because | wanted to yell at him, but | couldnt. His kiss flooded my memory of the first night we were together as Vodka made us wild, letting the alcohol make us think we were crazily in love with each other. “I still have eighty,” he grinned while driving, glancing atand catchinglick my bottom lip. “Talk, Anj. I did not swallow your tongue,” he joked. My head turned to him, making sure he saw my glaring eyes. “You think that's a joke? Why did you do that?” | hissed.

He smirked. “Then, why did you get in?” My mouth opened again in anger as my forehead furrowed. “Now, it's my fault? | worried you‘re getting soaked in the rain if we had to talk there; that's why | got in.” | explained angrily. “You're worried I'll get sick?” He smiled, but his eyes focused on the road, carefully steering the wheel while driving on a zero visibility road because of the heavy rain. “Stop the car for a while, Sky,” | said worriedly, squinting my eyes, but | could hardly see the road ahead.

“It'll be dangerous,” He uttered, driving slowly, turning on the heater when he noticed | was shivering.

“Yeah,” | agreed, but | caught him licking his lip, smiling naughtily. “The road, sky. | meant the road.” “I know,” He chuckled, stopping the car on the side of the road. “This is a crazy idea, stopping the car with you inside.” | rolled my eyes at him. “Why did you canyway? On a serious note, did you forget SO something?” He shook his head. “I called Frank to ask where he was, and he said he was back at the office. When I called Finn, he said you shoo him after checking his paper,” “Shoo?” My eyebrows knitted, wanting to strangle him for using the word when | did not exactly drive his brother away He raised his hands. “My bad, sorry,” He unbuckled his seatbelt. “I worried that you have to: commute in this rain.” He turned on the interior light. “Can you crawl at the back?” | raised my eyebrows at him, my heart hammering in my chest as my mind thought of erotic things that could happen between us at the back of the car.

“God, Anj, there are extra shirts and towels at the back. You're wet,” He pressed his lips; maybe he thought of something naughty. “Literally wet. | don’t want you to get sick. Go and change, please.” “I just needed the towel,” | crawled to the back of the car and took a clean towel, neatly folded on top of his shirt. I was wiping my arms when he crawled, followingand taking off his shirt as he sat beside me.

My heart skipped a beat, swallowing hard as my eyes feasted on his body. | could remember how sexy he was six years ago, but not this lusciously hot body, and my crazy brain was telling my hands to touch his chest. All my blood seemed to have gone to my face. | gripped my hand tighter on the towel and lowered my head before he sawblushing.

“Too late, pumpkin,” He grinned. “I saw that.” He smirked as he put on a clean V-neck shirt.” You should really change,” he said, sliding his gaze from my neck to the button of my blouse.

| shook my head, hoping he would not notice | was shivering, but I could hardly know if it was because of my wet top or because the thought of him shirtless was turningon.

“Ill turn off the light,” he offered, and before | could answer, he turned off the interior light, spreading the darkness inside the car except the one coming from the dashboard. When | didn‘t move, he chuckled and breathed out. “This is a bad idea, right?” | sighed and smiled nervously. “Yes, Sky. This is a bad idea,” | leaned forward, stretching my arm, hoping to reach for the extra shirt on his side, but as my body touched him, our bodies blazed as if we were hit by lightning. Sky reached for my neck while his other hand caressed my face. “Yeah, this is a bad idea,” he whispered, brushing his lips to mine. “Should we-" | licked his lips, quieting him. Perhaps he was still fighting the urge to kiss me, but what | did made him crazy, molding his mouth to mine, nipping and sucking my lower lip like a sweet treat.

My hands, having a mind of their own, wrapped around his neck as we tasted each other's mouths.

“Should | continue counting?” He teasedas his hand glided to my spine.

“Seventy-nine,” | whispered, closing my eyes, but | was just guessing. We could actually start with one again. He smiled as his mouth moved to my forehead, kissing me. “Seventy-eight.” “Seventy-seven,” | chuckled when his lips touched my nose. He grinned at me, meeting my eyes which had adjusted in the dark. “With that number, | had to kiss your whole body, Anj.” “Let's split it then,” | laughed at my crazy idea. “Fifty-fifty?” | asked, gasping for air. “Good idea. Who goes first?” He asked in a low, raspy voice.

“Ladies first,” | answered as | moved swiftly, hitching up my skirt as | sat on top of him and parting my legs to makecomfortable. | heard him gasp as | cupped his face, and | could feel his hard member, probably excited to enter its haven. “Should we start with one, to be fair?” He asked as his hands held my hips.

| breathed out, nodding, not wanting to think anymore. “One,” | whispered, kissing his forehead. “Two,” | kissed his nose. “Wait,” he stoppedas | was about to kiss his cheek. “What should we do if we forget the count?” “Let's start at the beginning,” | answered. He nodded. “Should we count biting, licking, and sucking?” “Good idea. We'll finish counting fast,” | said, already breathless as I licked my lips and kissed him on both cheeks, counting three and four. He smiled. “Now, it's my turn,” he said, tilting my head, grazing my neck with his lips, almost causing my eyes to roll up as he bit and licked my earlobe. “Your turn,” he whispered in my ear. “One?” | chuckled nervously, forgetting the last number as | molded my mouth into his.