RUINING ANGEL by S. Pratt Read Free Book Online

level, not just sexually. Although, now that she has granted me access to her body, it is a feat to keep my hands to myself. Everything about her is like a drug. Every day I just want more. I realize I may have to be careful not to scare her off with the intensity of what I’m feeling.

    Mom and Dad have flown to North Carolina for Grandpa’s eightieth birthday. There is no way in hell I was going to miss an opportunity to be alone with Bailey, so I feigned work commitments in order to see my plans through. Bailey didn’t even need to be told to let them know she wouldn’t be going either. The minute she found out I wasn’t going, she opted out as well. I move, she moves. She moves, I move. This secretive dance we do blows my mind. Every damn day.

    So I make plans without her knowing. There’s an art exhibit she’s been dying to see, although her hopes for ever getting to Philly were just a daydream as far as she was concerned. She has no idea I’m about to make it a reality.

    Sneaking out of the house early, I take my truck and fill it with gas.
    Before heading home I swing by the bank and get some cash out, enough to cover our incidentals for the next 24 hours. On the backseat are a couple of blankets and spare pillows. With temperatures reaching 103 degrees this summer in Philly, I’m planning on sleeping in the truck’s bed under the stars. About forty-eight minutes out of Philadelphia is a camping area called Goshen Pond, which I think will afford us some privacy for the night. I’ve already packed the camping gear – now all I need is the girl.

    When I pull up in the driveway of our house, my heart starts to hammer in my chest, as it always does when I’m about to see her.
    It’s cool inside the house and quiet but for a faint hum coming from upstairs. As I climb each step, a fruity scent starts to tickle my nose. It’s drifting from under the bathroom door and I follow it like a beagle would crack at an airport. Bailey’s my crack – there’s no doubt about that.

    Nudging the bathroom door open with my toe, I inch forward into the steam filled room. The source of the humming is behind the shower curtain. I can see Bailey’s silhouette through the material and she’s humming a happy tune to herself. I watch, mesmerized by the swell of her breasts, the way they’re jiggling up and down as she shampoos her hair. My loins start to stir in response and I have to chastise myself for being such fair game. Honestly, there is no self-control when it comes to this woman.

    She’s still unaware that I’m here, but I’m not about to alert her to the fact. There is something completely jaw-dropping about watching someone you love, act with abandon when they think no one is watching. There are no hang-ups or shyness. Just them, beautiful and real, if only for a moment.

    Quietly, I pull the shower curtain to the side and am met with soapy, pale skin. Bubbles from the shampoo run from her hair and linger around her nipples. They’re a delicate, pale pink, the buds standing to attention, just waiting to be sucked. Hard.

    Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

    Her head is tipped back, eyes closed, the stream of water washing away the suds in her long auburn hair. They trail down her belly and kiss the hair between her legs before running off to the tiled floor of the shower. Everything about her is a vision to behold and I’m having to make a concerted effort not to reach out and touch her.

    Suddenly her loud shrieks fill the bathroom.
    ‘Goddamn it Emmett! You scared the fucking shit out of me!’ Her chest heaves as she sucks big breaths back into her lungs.
    ‘Emmett? What happened to Angel?’ I sulk.

    ‘Devil more like it! An angel wouldn’t be stealthily walking about the house, intent on scaring the living shit out of me,’ she scolds, but she’s already over her shock.
    ‘I didn’t mean to scare you … I just got caught up in watching …
    you …’ My concentration has left me and I know I need