Promises After Dark (After Dark #3) by Kahlen Aymes Page A

her lips, and his forehead touched hers as he waited for her response.
    “Yes, it is.”
    Alex’s heart swelled to the point of pain as a brilliant smile lit up his handsome face. He didn’t realize how much he needed to hear her admit she was his, would be his… always. It hurt, yet it was a relief; one he craved.
    “Right, so don’t be anxious about tonight.” He smiled gently, pulling her into a tight hug, his hands sliding down, both hands moving up beneath the edge of her towel to cup her naked ass and squeeze. They were so close, his towel now discarded, and he wanted nothing more than to throw hers to the floor and take her right there. He wouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist a passionate kiss, his mouth claiming hers in hungry ardor.
    “Oh, babe,” he groaned, finally pulling his mouth away. Angel sucked on his lower lip and nipped at it with her teeth, her breathing heavy. “I wish we had time. I’d lay you out and lick every inch of you.”
    She let out a breathy sigh, her fingers digging into his back, her forehead coming to rest against the smooth skin of his neck. “I know. I wish I didn’t have to go to the station later, either.”
    “I can call Darian,” Alex said softly, his voice a low, hungry growl. “We could go to the estate and stay the whole weekend alone together.” She was still wrapped in the arms of this glorious, naked man, and she never wanted to leave.
    Angel wanted to kick herself for being so fucking Angel. “It’s too last minute to bail on him. I can’t. Dammit!”
    “That’s another job you should re-think.” Alex reluctantly released her and retrieved his towel from the dark brown marble floor. Soon, it was covering his head and he was briskly rubbing his hair dry as he moved from the bathroom into the bedroom.
    Angel frowned. “So, do you intend to lock me in the basement as your sex slave, then? Is that to be the only thing I’m good for?”
    “No.” It came as a low rumble from the other room. “But it sounds good in theory, and I’d make it worth your while.”
    Angel’s lips curved into a soft smile. No doubt. She resumed her makeup application and could hear Alex moving around, opening dresser drawers as he began to dress. It wasn’t long before he reappeared in dark dress slacks and a light yellow, Egyptian cotton button-down. The fabric had a soft, but very expensive sheen to it, and it was still unbuttoned over his magnificent chest. Angel couldn’t help letting her eyes soak him in while he went about shaving and putting a small amount of hair gel through his dark strands. He wasn’t wearing a belt, and the top button to his slacks was also open, leaving the thin trail of hair that moved south from his navel visible. He was so hot. She licked her lips then reached for a dark burgundy lip gloss and began to apply it to her full lips, trying to ignore the way her body was reacting, the scent of his cologne wafting around her in a delicious dance.
    Alex was watching her in the mirror beside him as she applied it. Her face was perfectly made up, her hair now piled on top of her head in soft curls, some falling out in a deliberate mess that was absolutely irresistible. Her brown eyes were glowing out of a lush blanket of black lashes and smoky shadow. “You’re so gorgeous; you should be illegal.”
    “Funny, I was thinking how completely fuckable you are.”
    He glared at her with mock admonishment. “Don’t start with me.”
    She smiled and turned into the bedroom to retrieve the dress bag hanging on the back of Alex’s closet door. “Who would you have me start with then?” she teased softly.
    He chuckled and finished getting ready, letting Angel do the same. Never in his life would he have considered sharing his space, his home, his life, with anyone. Ever. But, damn, if this wasn’t fucking perfect.
    *****
    Alex was a lot of things as he stepped out of the car at the valet station at the restaurant, but the most prominent was proud. It was