Tempt Me

by R. G. Alexander

  He growled. “No.” He slid his other hand underneath the skirt of her slip, scraping his short nails across her underwear. She was wet. Hot and wet and he couldn’t wait anymore.

  “Not this time.”

  Gabriel released her wrist and cupped her jaw, pulling her close for a deep, openmouthed kiss. Thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth, imagining how good it would feel when he got his cock inside her tight heat.

  He leaned forward until her back was pressed against the smooth, wooden table, until she was laid out for him like a feast.

  He tore his mouth away from hers and reached for her hips, dragging the fabric concealing her sex down her legs before pressing his hips between them once more.

  “Oh God.”

  He silently echoed her cry. Just this. Finally this. His sensitive shaft rubbing against the wet lips of her pussy. So close to what he wanted. What he needed. He pushed the hem of her slip up around her waist so he could see her pink flesh gleaming as his flushed cock searched for entry. Beautiful.

  Her hands reached up to grab him—no, push him away. She couldn’t—not now. Fuck, not now. He grabbed her arms and pushed them over her head, his hips lining up with hers. The head of his cock slipped inside her, his breath hissing out of his lungs. She was so hot she might burn him alive.

  “Wait. Damn it, Gabriel, not without protection!”

  He jerked back as though she’d slapped him. Son of a bitch, he’d forgotten. Even when he’d been blackout-drunk, taking home someone he’d met five minutes before, he hadn’t forgotten.

  What the hell was she doing to him?

  He released her and forced himself to step back, away from temptation. “Fuck.”

  She shook her head, damp curls clinging to her temple. “It’s okay. I don’t want you to stop. Please. Just—Do you have... ?”

  He almost wished he didn’t. How sick was that? Almost wished she’d been too lost to notice. The feel of her on his bare skin wasn’t something he would likely forget.

  She didn’t want him to stop. Good. Because, condom or not, he wasn’t sure he could. He fumbled for the wallet in his jeans, slipping out one of the square foil packets and tearing it open with his teeth.

  “Thank God.” She watched him roll the condom on with eyes glittering with relief and excitement. His cock pulsed in his palms.

  He bit into his cheek as he fit the thin sheath over his rigid erection. “Yeah, well, I only have a handful of these with me. We’ll either need to make a run in a few hours or ... get creative.”

  Her mouth opened.

  Gabriel grinned, the awkward moment over. “You’re surprised ? Don’t those little boys you’ve played doctor with have any stamina, Angelique? Or is it that you think you can’t keep up with me?”

  He didn’t give her a chance to answer. Gabriel gripped her thighs and pulled them wide, giving himself a view of heaven. “I like this. I’ve kissed you, touched you here, but I like this the best. Knowing I can see everything. Watch you stretch as I fill you.”

  Angelique moaned and he bent her knees until they touched her breasts. He let go of one of her thighs and pressed her clit between his finger and thumb, squeezing lightly. “I can do anything I want, can’t I? Say it.”

  “Anything.”

  Her words ripped away any illusion of control he had. Maybe another time he could tease her, play with her, build her passion over and over again before he gave in to his own needs, but not now.

  He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to maintain his control around her. Being near her, touching her, was like a drug. He felt intoxicated. Powerful. Addicted. He needed more.

  The twinge of disappointment at the barrier between them didn’t compare to how tight she was. The heat he still felt blazing around him as he slowly thrust his cock inside her.

  Her legs lifted up to his shoulders, raising her hips a little off the table, and a rumbling growl stuck in his chest. Yes. She wanted him the same way he wanted her.

  He fell onto his forearms, his lips hovering above hers. He watched her reaction when he angled his hips for a deeper thrust, impatient to be inside her completely. Her eyes dilated and her neck arched. Perfect.

  “Tight, angel. Wrapped around me so tight.”

  “Gabriel... oh, Gabriel.”

  His smile felt more like a snarl. “That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear. Do you know how many times I imagined you calling out my name as I fucked you? Do you know how crazy you’ve been making me?” His words had him thrusting deeper. Harder. “Do you know how hard I was, knowing you were sleeping in my bed? That close, and so fucking willing. I came in my hand just imagining slipping in beside you and spreading your legs.”

  Angelique cried out, her sex clenching around him as a wave of pleasure shook her.

  Gabriel gritted his teeth and lifted off her. Still inside her, still thrusting, he turned her onto her side, lifting one of her legs high so he could fill her.

  “Oh, that’s good, isn’t it, baby? Deeper than before?” She nodded, gasping, and he slung his hips powerfully against her in acknowledgment. “When I had breakfast in the kitchen that morning, I imagined this. You laid out for me on the table, taking you just. Like. This.”

  She was crying now, her fingers curling against the table as if seeking purchase. Trying to gain her bearings. Pushing harder against him.

  He didn’t want to stop. Wanted to stay inside her. Her orgasm, stronger this time, had him doubting his ability to last. “Yes, Angelique. God, that feels good.”

  But he needed more. He adjusted her position again, until her beautiful breasts were hidden, but her luscious ass was in view.

  He gripped her hips. “Should I tell you what I imagined doing to you here? Other than spanking you, of course.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him, her lips soft and open, her eyes sparkling with desire. And a dare.

  His grip tightened. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get exactly what you want soon enough. But I don’t think I can hold back.”

  Her ass was too sweet. Round and lush, like silk under his hands. He bent his knees and picked up a faster rhythm, spreading her cheeks with his fingers and growling at what he saw.

  God, he wanted to fuck her there. He made a silent promise to himself that he would.

  Angelique cried out, the table shaking and creaking with the power of his thrusts. He watched her grip the edges of the table, hanging on for dear life as he rode her.

  “Yes, Gabriel. Harder.”

  Being inside her was better than any fantasy. He felt everything so intensely; his muscles flexing, heart racing, every inch of him feeling alive and on fire for Angelique.

  She screamed and he wanted to shout out in victory as she came again, this one so strong her body was shuddering, bruising his cock with the force of it.

  A tidal wave of sensation knocked the breath from his lungs, taking him by surprise and sending him crashing, tumbling, into his orgasm.

  Angelique.

  Gabriel pressed his forehead against her back, waiting for the world to stop spinning and his heart to slow down. Waiting for the usually instantaneous urge to leave.

  It didn’t come. Sweet Jesus, it didn’t come. He really was in trouble.

  WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? HIS JOB WAS TO WATCH OVER Gabriel, help him discover and overcome his unique ability. Reunite him with his family. Not watch him fuck the brains out of Celestin Rousseau’s little sister.

  Emmanuel sighed. He’d been around the man too long; he was starting to think like him. Crass. Vulgar. Dark thoughts.

  Right now all he could think about was Angelique. Her curving hips, the way her breasts swayed as Gabriel rocked against her.

  He’d seen sex before. Admittedly, most of it from a child’s perspective. A ghost with no understanding of how to treat the female of the species beyond braid-pulling and slipping toads into skirt pockets.

  He was no longer a child in any way. The hellish road he’d taken just to return had robbed him of most of h
is innocence.

  The unaware Angelique was swiftly stealing away the rest. She was distracting him, distracting Gabriel, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

  He’d had a plan, but other than getting Michelle Toussaint’s brother back to New Orleans where he belonged, none of it was working out the way he’d thought it would.

  He couldn’t protect Gabriel forever. Whether the ungrateful ass knew it or not, Emmanuel had been shielding him from the worst of what was out there. Just until he was ready to handle it. He was still in too dark of a place.

  But his charge couldn’t think of anything but her.

  He watched Gabriel lift her up off the dining table, pulling her close in a passionate kiss. She leaned against him weakly, her beautiful body shimmering with heat and light. There was something about her.

  Angelique stepped out of his embrace and smiled coyly, weaving, her body a bit unsteady after their exertion. She headed into the kitchen, where the harsh fluorescent overhead light did nothing to take away from the perfection of her. The sensual sway of her movements, the shimmering curls falling down her back.

  He’d gone to a museum once. Seen a painting of Venus rising from the ocean. His teacher had covered his eyes and urged him to the next piece of art, but Emmanuel’s gaze had returned to it again and again, drawn to the untouchable woman.

  Angelique put his Venus to shame. She could be touched. And much to his chagrin, Emmanuel wanted to.

  She offered Gabriel some of her water, but he came up to her, took the glass from her hand, and set it on the counter. Then he dropped to his knees.

  Her hands shot out to flatten against the jamb of the narrow kitchen doorway as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and opened his mouth over her sex.

  Emmanuel licked his lips, wondering how she tasted. What she felt like on Gabriel’s tongue.

  There could be no doubt how it felt to Angelique. It was evident in the ecstasy on her face. He watched her head fall back, showing the curve of her neck, her nipples, taut once more with desire, and her hips gently pulsing against Gabriel’s lips.

  Emmanuel shifted on his perch on Angelique’s wrought-iron balcony, his hand slipping down to his hardening erection.

  Watching her, he could imagine that she knew he was there, that she was letting him see this intimate moment. That she wanted him to.

  One of her hands came down to curl in Gabriel’s hair, tugging him closer. Her moans drifted through the glass and Emmanuel was tempted to move closer. No one would see him unless he wanted them to.

  But part of the excitement was the possibility of being seen. He closed his eyes and imagined Angelique watching him open his pants and grip his hot shaft, stroking it to the rhythm of her cries.

  She wouldn’t say a word. Wouldn’t tell Gabriel because she loved having him there, so close, seeing her pleasure.

  He increased the pressure on his flesh, a surprised moan escaping his throat. The fantasy Angelique smiled, encouraging him to stroke faster. Like that. Yes.

  Emmanuel’s eyes opened in shock as a feeling as unfamiliar as it was transcendent rocked through his body just as his gaze met Angelique’s. Her wide brown eyes studied him as Gabriel kissed his way up her body.

  She saw him. Why didn’t she look surprised?

  He cloaked himself in darkness, watching her searching gaze study the windowpane, maybe wondering if he’d been an illusion.

  He shouldn’t have done that. She wasn’t his; she was Gabriel’s. She was also under the protection of his family.

  His family. He needed to focus, to remember his end goal, and to succeed in his mission.

  It was the only way he could stay.

  CHAPTER 9

  ANGELIQUE WAS DIZZY, LIGHT-HEADED FROM THE INTENSITY of Gabriel’s passion and her own. Maybe that explained what she’d just seen in the window. The beautiful, strangely familiar blue-eyed man who’d been watching her and Gabriel on her balcony. The one who’d disappeared.

  “You okay, angel?”

  Was she? She allowed Gabriel to pick her up and carry her into the bathroom without protest, feeling a little raw and devastated by what had just happened on the table... and then in the kitchen.

  She’d known. He’d kissed her, touched her, before. She’d come at the thought of him, at the dream of what being with him would be like.

  That wasn’t just sex. Not for her. Angelique was no innocent. She’d had no-strings sex before. Even great no-strings sex that she’d walked away from with a smile and no regrets. That wasn’t what this had been. She’d lost herself in him, in what he had done to her. Given more than her body.

  He lowered her to her feet and turned the shower taps, giving her a chance to study his back. Gabriel was a beautiful man. His body was perfectly sculpted, lean and muscular. He turned toward her and she realized his face had filled out in the last few weeks. He looked healthier, stronger, though his expression was still stark, his stare still haunted. Except when he was looking at her.

  His green eyes drew her in, such a powerful pull it felt almost like she wanted to leave her body and melt into him. It was... strange.

  She lifted her hand to her temple and swayed, suddenly tired.

  Gabriel reached for her, pulling her close. “Angelique? You’re scaring me, baby. What’s wrong?”

  “A little fuzzy, but I’m okay.” She didn’t want him to leave. Didn’t want this to end. “I think every muscle in my body turned to Jell-O. Maybe you were right about me not being able to keep up with you,” she joked. “Or maybe I just need a shower and a post-nookie snack.”

  His lips quirked, but his gaze was still alert and watchful. “Then let’s take care of you, angel. Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

  Yet. The word had a new ominous tone. But she wouldn’t think about why. Not tonight. She smiled as he lifted her into the shower and joined her beneath the hot spray.

  She closed her eyes, loving the warmth of the water, the gentleness of his hands on her skin as he began to wash her.

  His touch was making it hard to concentrate on the man she’d seen just as her last orgasm crashed over her. Gabriel had been relentless in pleasuring her, unwilling to stop until she’d come again, this time in his mouth.

  Seeing the stranger had thrown her for a heartbeat, but then she’d known. This was the “something” around Gabriel that his family was worried about. The being they couldn’t see, couldn’t quite sense.

  Why had it shown itself to her?

  She turned around to ask him, to confront him about the vision and his family’s concerns, but her eyes strayed downward and the words stalled in her throat. His erection stood out from its nest of soft, dark curls, the shaft flushed with color. Thick and long. So hard... again.

  He obviously hadn’t been exaggerating about his stamina or his skills. The memory of how he’d filled her, the tight fit that had driven her crazy, was enough to wake her from her daze. She needed to taste him. Needed to know how the head of his cock felt against her tongue.

  She dropped to her knees before he could stop her, grinning up at his concerned expression. “Don’t worry. I’m feeling better now. But I’m still a little hungry.”

  The soapy water swirled past her knees as understanding darkened the green of his eyes. His motions stilled, blocking her from the water’s spray while he waited to see what she would do. She lowered her chin until she was eye level with the object of her desire.

  He was well endowed, but it didn’t intimidate her. It made her impatient. Greedy. She lifted one hand to the thick base of his shaft, fascinated by his texture. The veins and ridges, the marble hardness covered in velvet flesh.

  She closed her fingers around as much of him as she could and heard him make a low sound of approval when she leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock with a featherlike, teasing stroke.

  Her mouth closed over the head of his erection, teeth scraping gently, tongue swirling over his flesh. Loving his flavor, she hummed in approval. Ear
th and man, salt and heat. Her chocolate addiction took an instant backseat to the succulent Gabriel.

  He swore and his hips tensed, as though he were holding himself back. But she didn’t want him to have control. She never had any when he touched her. Fair was fair.

  She took more of him into her mouth, sucking in her cheeks as she absorbed more of his taste, feeling him swell further against her hand and mouth as she caressed him. She knew she was tormenting him, teasing him, with slow movements and light licks. Her other hand came up to cup the tight sac between his thighs, cradling him gently. Too gently for him, she knew.

  Gabriel gripped a handful of her hair, the curls heavy with water now falling in sodden ropes down her back. He growled. “Angelique.” Her name was a rasped warning, showing her how much she was affecting him.

  Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, lapping at it like candy. She gripped him tighter, her fist making a slight twisting motion on his smooth, hot erection. His hips pumped jerkily against her, and she tasted the salty tang of arousal on the tip of his cock. She pulled back, her touches lighter once more, knowing it would make him crazy.

  “Playtime is over, baby. I can’t take it.” Gabriel tightened his fingers in her hair tellingly. “Suck me with that beautiful mouth. Take more.”

  Her eyes watered as his hips began short, shallow thrusts, stretching her mouth wide as she struggled to take more of him. Yes. She wanted this. Wanted this side of him. The carnal words, the domination. He made her want all of it. Everything.

  Somehow he knew. “Good girl. That’s right, angel. Open wide for me. Take every inch and suck it... harder. Fuck, Angelique, your mouth—”

  His other hand was in her hair now as he guided her. There was no force—there didn’t need to be because she was more than willing. Her body was trembling, feeling empty and aching. She wanted him inside her again, to feel his insistent desire, despite her overwhelming reaction to it.

  She breathed out and lowered her head, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. It was almost too much, but she still tried to take more. Loving his instantaneous reaction.