Page 29 of Michael's Awakening
“Fuck, Gabriel. What are you doing to me?” he asked in a breathless voice as he broke away from our kiss and buried his face in my neck.
Anyone could have seen us, since we were still in the parking lot of the restaurant, but I didn’t care. I leaned my head back as he nipped and kissed at my throat, my hips still continuing to move in circles on him. He tightened his grip on my ass and guided me up and down, rubbing us harder against each other.
I gasped as he pulled me down hard against him and thrust his hips upward.
“I need you, Angel,” Michael spoke against my throat as I grinded on him.
“Then take me,” I whispered as I leaned my head forward and brushed my mouth softly against his parted lips.
He growled. I loved when he did that. It was so damn sexy and caused my arousal to stir even more. My dick stiffened and the tightness of my skinny jeans made it difficult to adjust myself.
Damn jeans.
Placing my hands on his chest, I began guiding my fingers along the muscles hidden beneath his shirt.
Michael stopped kissing me unexpectedly and clutched his hands around my wrists. Tightly. He pushed me away from him suddenly, causing me to fall sideways and land between the seat and dashboard.
“What the hell, Michael!” I yelled a little too loudly in the small space of the car, and tried to sit back up. The heel of my shoe had gotten caught on the steering wheel when I’d tumbled over. I’m sure this would have been an almost funny situation if I wasn’t so pissed off and confused.
Michael reached to help me, but I kicked him away with my untangled leg, almost kneeing him in the face. “No, don’t touch me!”
He blinked a few times as he took deep breaths. “I… I’m so sorry, Gabriel.”
“You should be! What the fuck was that for?” I finally straightened myself up and removed my trapped foot from the steering wheel. I scooted as far away from him as the seat would allow and was almost tempted to open the door and walk my fabulous ass home.
The look in Michael’s eyes stopped me.
He looked like a man on fire, burning from the inside out.
“Michael, talk to me. Why the hell do you push me away when I try to touch you?”
He didn’t answer and continued looking straight ahead, as if he was somewhere else.
“Dammit, answer me! Why—”
“Because I’m fucked up, Gabriel,” he roared as he turned to look at me, his eyes were blazing. Fear seized me. When I cowered away from him, his expression softened and he looked like the burning man once again. “I’m so fucked up,” he murmured and placed his face in his hands.
My heart broke for him. Even through the vast confusion and hurt I felt at his actions, there was vulnerability in his green eyes that made me realize something unspeakable must have happened to him during some point in his life. There had also been a flash of fear and panic I had seen in his eyes, if only briefly, when he’d pushed me away.
Michael removed his hands from his face and regarded me with a tortured gaze in his green eyes. “I’ll take you home.”
Without another word, he put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. The silence was deafening between us as he drove me home. I had never been put in a situation like that, so the appropriate words completely failed me. Honestly, I should’ve still been fuming with the way he treated me; pushing me away like he did. Every instinct I had told me to stay away from him.
My inner bitch was screaming at me to run away from Michael as fast as my high-heeled feet could take me.
But, my heart told me something else.
I knew it was too soon to say I felt anything remotely close to love for Michael Kingston. The connection I felt with him was undeniable, though. Whether it was love, infatuation, or just lust, it was strong and couldn’t be ignored.
When we arrived at my apartment building, I opened the door, but didn’t get out. Turning back toward him, he was staring at the steering wheel and I could tell that his hands were gripping it tightly.
“Michael, I…” I really didn’t know what to say.
“Gabriel.” He shifted his dark eyes to me. “Tonight was a mistake. I’m sorry. I’m not right for you. You won’t be hearing from me again.”
That did it. I was pissed to high heaven. I slammed the door shut and spun in my seat to glare at him.
“Don’t give me that crap! I can make up my own damn mind of whether I want to see you again or not. I’m a grown ass man, not some child who needs to be coddled,” I snapped. He stared at me disbelievingly. “Look, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you. The only thing Idoknow is that I really like you. I had an amazing time tonight. Well, except for the part where I was thrown around like a rag doll.”
Michael looked away, ashamed. “You have no idea how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Then you can make it up to me,” I said with a shrug.
“How?” His eyes were pleading as he focused his gaze on me.
“Come inside.”
