Page 15 of Michael's Awakening
“Whatevs. If you’re going to criticize me, you might as well just march your grumpy ass right on back into the club and find another man to screw around with, or have fun with your hand, bud.”
“You know, you’re sexy when you’re angry.” I smirked as I pulled him against my chest and ran my hands up and down his chilled arms to create friction. The closeness to him against my chest made me slightly anxious and somewhat uncomfortable, but his delicate body was covered in chill bumps, so I held him. “Fuck, you’re freezing. Let’s go.”
“And where exactly are we going?”
Did he just stomp his foot? Really?
“First, we’re going to my car so you can warm up, Sassy Pants. Second, you said you lived around here, right?” I didn’t wait around for the feisty response that I had come to expect from him and began steering him toward the parking lot, keeping my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to keep him warm.
Finally at my car, I opened up the passenger side door and helped him inside. Although he was trying to give me attitude, I could see the excitement in his eyes. I sat down in the driver’s seat, started the car, and then turned my head to look at him. Gabriel was sitting in a proper fashion, with his long, lean body angled my way.
If we didn’t get to his house soon– very soon– I was going to take him in this car.
“What direction am I heading?” I asked, trying to push away my lustful thoughts for the moment.
“Take a left at the light and go a few miles down. I’ll tell you when to turn.”
***
Gabriel’s apartment was just as I suspected it would be. The colors were bright and lively, just like his personality. The window in his small living room was framed with purple curtains, and colorful paintings lined the walls. The kitchen, dining room, and living room had no barrier or wall separating them except for where the floor changed from carpet to tile. A small, hardwood table sat by the kitchen with purple place settings and a vase with colorful flowers as a centerpiece. Two chairs were positioned around the table and each had purple seat pillows placed in them.
A smile curved my lips. He reallywasa princess.
All thoughts about his apartment vanished when he closed the front door and the intense lust from earlier returned full-force, hitting me square in the balls. Unable to stop myself, I slowly backed Gabriel into the wall and placed my arms on each side of him, barricading him in.
Even with heeled boots on, he was still a few inches shorter than me, which fed the possessive beast in me even more.
Being so close to him, his scent drove me crazy. He smelled like lavender with an underlying tone of raw masculinity. It was an odd combination, but it almost drove me to my fucking knees. Everything about Gabriel consumed me.
His chest rose and fell as he took quick breaths and stared at me with hooded eyes. His lips slightly parted as he gazed lustfully at my mouth.
What am I doing?
‘No kissing’ was one of my rules. Kissing was too intimate, more intimate than sex, in my opinion. With sex, both people worked toward reaching a goal– their sexual gratification. There was no ending release with kissing, making it unnecessary contact.
Bringing my head down to him, I nuzzled his jaw with the tip of my nose and then made a path down to his neck. Sucking in a breath, he leaned his head back against the wall, giving me greater access to his throat. I noticed he was wearing a black collar with diamond studs and I growled before I could stop myself. It was so damn sexy.
My Princess was too breathtaking.
I traced the end of my wet tongue in small circles on the sensitive area of his neck right before I gently bit down with my teeth. He moaned as his arms came around me and he grabbed my ass, pulling me tighter against him. The sudden closeness drew my attention to the fact that he was already hard. Fuck, I was too, and I hadn’t even really touched him yet. The anticipation was all it had taken.
His hands began to trail from my ass to my lower back, and slowly snaked up my spine.
I froze.
Images from my past began to surface in my mind at his touch. A belt as it came down unmercifully against my bare skin until it cut into my flesh. A lit cigarette as it was placed on my back and left there until my screams tore through my throat, leaving it raw.
Please, not now.
I moved my arms to catch his hands before they went too far. I lifted my head from his neck and looked into his stunning eyes. A brief flash of confusion appeared in their blue-gray depths.
“What’s wrong, Michael?” he asked, concern rich in his voice.
I couldn’t tell him the truth or mention the shit that plagued me.I should just leave now and never look back. Having him reject me later once he saw my fucked up chest and the hideous scars would just be too much. But the thought of leaving him caused a ripple of anxiety to course through me.
Still holding his hands, I pushed them above his head and pinned him to the wall. All concern washed away from him as desire flared in his gorgeous eyes. Using my left leg, I kicked out his right and positioned myself between his thighs, putting him in a spread-eagle position.
“Ah fuck, Michael,” Gabriel groaned as I began grinding against him, the bulges in our pants rubbing together.
