He turned back to the warm, willing woman on his lap. At least, he hoped he was reading her right and she was as willing as he to explore the passion between them. He tightened his arms around her as his eyes met hers. "Do you want this, my angel? Will you let me make love to you?" He paused, holding his breath. Never before had a woman's answer to that question meant so much to him. His angel was special in every way. He wanted her and wanted to please her in return. While he always made it a point to give satisfaction to his bed partners, his angel deserved so much more. He would give her everything he was, ecstasy beyond anything she had ever known before, and he knew somehow he would achieve the same—but only in the arms of this small woman, his angel. Angela surprised him by pushing his chest back until he was reclining on the pilot's couch. She moved down until her warm breath was pulsing softly over the bulge at his crotch. Zeke groaned as her hands traced the length of him under his pants.
