Page 19 of The Wolf and his Witch

“Gabriel, put me down!” She dropped her coat, scarf and purse and slapped his back, hard, but he barely flinched. “Gabriel!”

“Belle,must you shriek so loudly?” He slid her down his body, set her on her feet and pressed her against the elevator wall. “All you have to do is ask.”

She planted her hands on his chest to push him off, ignoring the urge to curl her fingers in his shirt. God, the man not only looked good in black, he felt good in black. He’d feel better in nothing. She shut her eyes against that image, but she couldn’t shut out the feel of his body against hers, the hard planes of his chest and the harder press of his cock against her stomach. Her traitorous body burned for him. Lord, it was like the fourth of July in her panties.

“Gabriel.” She opened her eyes and tried for calm, but her voice wobbled.

He dipped his head into the crook of her neck and ran his nose along the sensitive skin of her throat. Her knees quivered and her determination wavered. A growl rumbled in his chest, and his musky scent filled the elevator.

“Gabriel, this is… We can’t… I can’t…”

Why isn’t my mouthormy brain working?

“We can,Belle.”

He tugged her dress up her thighs until it bunched around her hips, and he slipped his knee between her legs. One large hand brushed against the underside of her breast, eliciting a moan. Annabelle clamped her lips together. They shouldn’t be doing this. He’d left her once. She couldn’t survive it happening again.

“I have a mission to prepare for, then… Then you’ll be gone again.” Annabelle squeezed her eyes tight, mortified at the stark vulnerability in her voice he couldn’t fail to hear.

He nuzzled her ear. “Ma Belle,I made an oath to myself the moment I saw you in your High Priestess’ office.”

He sucked on her ear, and the sensation zipped like a rocket to her clit. Her head thudded against the elevator wall as he nipped his way along her jawline, and it was all she could do not to rub herself against his thick thigh.

He paused, his lips hovering over hers. So close and yet so far.

“Look at me, Annabelle.”

She sucked in a shaky breath. She opened her eyes, and was drowning, drawn into him by the intensity of his liquid brown eyes and the carnal delights they promised.

“I vowed that even if I had to follow you into the past, I was never leaving you again.Tu es à moi et seulement à moi, Belle. Pour toujours.”

Then he claimed her mouth, delving deep, and any hope she had of resisting this, resisting him, vanished with the press of his lips and the swipe of his tongue. His hand found its way to the zipper of her dress, releasing it. Her dress sagged, and he tugged at the neckline, dragging it down. And she let him. Helped him push it down, baring her breasts to his hungry eyes. She should stop this now. Pull up her dress and press the elevator button for the lobby, the ground floor, anywhere but here. She shouldn’t want sex with the man who’d ghosted her three years ago, but she did. And that confused the hell out of her. Her head was saying no, her heart…maybe. Her body—hell, yes!

The elevator dinged, the doors swished open, and Annabelle threw her arms around Gabriel’s neck and her legs around his body. Tomorrow. She would worry about the stupidity of this tomorrow. Tonight, she wanted him, needed him, as she’d never needed another man before him or would after him. To hell with the consequences.

Chapter Nine

The elevator doors opened on the lobby of the penthouse suite and Gabriel rushed Annabelle into the vestibule. He didn’t want to give her time to think, time to change her mind. Her hot little mouth on his throat, her hands working at the buttons on his shirt and the vice-like grip of her thighs around his hips suggested he had no cause for concern. But he wasn’t taking any chances. His balls had been bluer than the stripe on his country’s flag all afternoon, and he didn’t think his cock could take another rejection.

“My purse, my things.”

Gabriel grunted, and rushed back to the elevator, using his foot to drag Annabelle’s coat, scarf and purse out before the doors whooshed closed. He retraced his steps through into his suite and kicked the door shut behind them, stumbling past the furniture until he had her pressed against the glass of the floor to ceiling windows. The lights from the San Francisco skyline twinkled behind her, but he paid them no mind, hitching her higher and ducking his head, taking her nipple in his mouth.

She pushed at his shoulders. “Wait, Gabriel.”

He growled his displeasure and nipped at her nipple. Her thighs clenched tighter, and she let out a lusty moan. His Belle had always been vocal in bed.

“Stop. What about Stefanie?”

He released her nipple, and her grip on his waist loosened. She slid her feet to the floor and tugged at her dress.

“What about Stef? I told you we are not together.”

“But I still don’t want her to walk in on us.”

Gabriel brushed her hands away, bunched the material of her dress, slid her arms free and tugged it down over her hips, dropping it into a puddle of blue at her feet.

Putain, she was beautiful. Naked but for the scrap of blue lace between her thighs and her knee-high boots.

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