Send Me An Angel by alysha Ellis Page A

harmless, so she took a moment to think. After all, there was that saying about not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Although, that wasn't quite right because she wasn't looking anywhere near his mouth.
    He groaned – a deep, painful sound wrenched from somewhere deep inside him. It shouldn’t have made her shiver with delight, but it did.
    He moved, dragging himself into a crouch. Ellie completely forgot about calling the police. Her breath caught in her chest, her eyes widened, her lips pulled together and opened again with a decidedly lustful, smacking sound.
    She clapped a hand over wayward mouth. What was she thinking? How could the sight of one man, no matter how outstandingly, amazingly gorgeous he was, so completely scramble her normally no-nonsense, decisive brain?
    The man raised himself onto one knee. His forearm was draped across his other thigh. Ellie’s no-nonsense brain went into shock. To get from the sight of that one knee, to the opposite thigh, her eyes had to take a long, scenic journey. And in the middle of that journey, she stopped. And stared. And smiled.
    Tie it up with a big red bow, because that package was hers . Can we all sing, Happy Birthday to Ellie ?
    Her birthday present braced himself on his other arm. The sight of the powerful curve of his shoulder muscles, the flex and bulge rippling all the way down to where his thumb and forefinger strained to push him up, almost took Ellie’s attention away from his penis, which hung, thick and inviting, between his muscular thighs.
    Her breath caught in her lungs. Her entire attention was riveted on the man in front of her. She’d get to the bottom of this mystery…later. If her friends had set her up, someone would die, but not right now. Right now she was having trouble even thinking.
    The stranger raised his head, and his celestial blue eyes looked straight into hers. Somewhere in the distance Ellie heard the sound of harps being gently stroked. A sensation of absolute peace, absolute rightness overwhelmed her.
    Control-freak Ellie, who needed everything and everyone to be slotted into the right place and stay there, fell right into those cerulean pools and forgot thirty-two years of caution, prudence and control.
    He smiled and her knees sagged. Her back slid down the door jamb as she dropped to the floor.
    He instantly scrambled to his knees, his hand reaching out to hold hers.
    “Are you hurt? Have I frightened you?”
    Ellie shook her head dazedly, “Not frightened. No,” she stopped, swallowed hard, and began again, “Who are you? Where have you come from, and what on earth are you doing, naked, on my doorstep?”
    He looked around him, and then turned those amazing eyes back to Ellie, “On Earth. Yes, I am on Earth.”
    Ellie had almost staggered to her feet, but the impact of his gaze made her wobble. Instantly his arms were around her. It brought his body into close contact. His naked body brushed hard up against hers as he supported her.
    He yelped once, and jumped back. He looked into the small space between them, eyes wide with horror. “What is it doing? How do I stop it?” Fear made his voice husky, “How big is it going to get?”
    Ellie looked down and smiled wickedly. His penis, impressive even at rest, was swelling and growing. It was an awe-inspiring sight, but he didn’t seem to appreciate it. He pulled his hands up, well away from his groin. His face was pale and tense, “Please, what’s happening to me?”
    The comment achieved what nothing else could. It snapped Ellie’s fascinated eyes upwards. What she saw there confused her completely. This wasn’t a joke. The man was truly bewildered, and, if her judgment was correct, frightened. How could a fully-grown man be afraid of his own equipment? Had he lived his whole life in a monastery? She couldn’t come up with any plausible explanations.
    There was only one way to find the answers. She assumed her best don’t-mess-with-me look. The Ellie-glare had cowed