Seven

Gabriel

She rotates her hips against me with a moan, the sound of her heady cry making my cock strain that much harder. I can feel the heat of her pussy through our pants, the friction so delicious and overwhelming that I find myself disarmed. My first instinct is to put a stop to this nonsense, but the rest of my body strongly disagrees. I’ve craved her since the moment she crashed through my front gate, and now that I have a taste…

I’m insatiable.

She kisses me sweetly, timidly. If it weren’t for the flush of her cheeks, those delectable sounds coming from her mouth, and the fact that I’m letting her be the one on top, I might worry she’s not into this. Raquel kisses me like she’s unsure. Inexperienced.

Is she… a virgin?

Something possessive comes over me at the thought. I have no proof, of course, but I’m quite good at reading people. Raquel is no exception. She may hide behind a smart mouth and her confidence, but when it comes to matters of the bedroom, it’s clear she has no idea what she’s doing. It’s equal parts endearing and hot as fuck.

She grinds a tad too hard, she kisses too soft, and she seems hesitant to touch more as if unsure or waiting for permission —or perhaps rejection.

There will be no rejection from me. After almost a week of testing my self-control, I can no longer hold back. I need to quench this unspeakable thirst I have for her. I want to claim her in every sense of the word, show her she can’t tease me relentlessly without expecting the same treatment in return.

It’s time to teach her why it’s called a French kiss.

I free one of my hands and grasp her chin with a smirk. “You call this playing dirty? How disappointing.”

Raquel’s lip curls, the start of a snappy retort on the tip of her tongue. Before she can get a word out, I capture her mouth with my own, gently grazing her bottom lip with my teeth. She still has one of my wrists pinned above my head, her grip tightening as her breath hitches with surprise. I slip my tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste of her and swallowing the sound of her moan.

“Gabriel,” she whines against me. For a moment, she ceases her gyrating hips.

I release her chin and place my hand on the dip of her waist. “Go on, petit oiseau. Don’t stop on my account.”

I see my hunger reflected in Raquel’s gaze. I continue to kiss her as she begins to rotate her hips again, nothing but the sound of our labored breathing, beating hearts, and soft groans to fill the air. She’s still going too fast, too hard.

“Easy,” I say gently. “This is a dance, not a race. I know you Americans are fond of your westerns, but there’s no need to ride me like a cowgirl.”

To her credit, Raquel takes my instruction in stride. She slows her pace, the sensual rock of her hips. The friction is perfect, my throbbing cock practically weeping with gratitude. Raquel seems to be enjoying our new rhythm, too. Her cheeks are flushed an adorable pink and her full lips are a lovely swollen red.

A part of me wonders how far she’s going to take this. What’s her end game? She’s clearly trying to distract me —and doing an incredible job of it, too— but this isn’t going to stop me from protecting her. Chet being taken as a hostage is an even bigger reason to keep Raquel here within the safety of my home. It’d be irresponsible of me to let her run head-first into a ransom situation alone.

She thinks I’m an obstacle.

What I’m really doing is keeping her alive.

The feel of Raquel’s soft body eventually eases as she rights herself atop of me. She places her hands on my chest for stability, continuing to grind against my cock. It feels really good. Too good. The sudden glint in her eye tells me this is what she planned all along. In an instant, Raquel goes from a soft kitten to a scheming vixen, her seductive smirk betraying her true nature.

And here I thought I was the one in control. Turns out, she only let me believe I was controlling the reins.

“Fuck, you feel so big,” she moans breathlessly.

“What are you doing—”

Raquel presses a finger to my mouth, shushing me. “Relax. Just relax. Let me make you feel good.”

She chooses a new rhythm, one that makes me want to lose my mind in an instant. My hips buck involuntarily, the tight coil of heat within me growing too intense to remain contained any longer. I’ll come in my pants at this rate —and the fun’s only getting started.

“Slow down,” I warn her.

Raquel doesn’t listen. She redoubles her efforts, moving like a practiced seductress.

Maybe not a virgin after all.

It hits me all at once, euphoria and adrenaline mixing in my veins like the ultimate cocktail. I come, still fully clothed, breathing hard from the sheer force of my climax. My thoughts are a fuzzy haze. So fuzzy, in fact, that I almost don’t register it when Raquel hops off my lap.

“Looks like you’ve made quite the mess there,” she teases. “You’ll have to change your pants before you even think about running after me.”

My mouth drops open. “That was your plan?”

Raquel shrugs. “I’m not some helpless idiot, Gabriel. I know how to work a mark.”

I stand, but I don’t get very far. The front of my pants is uncomfortably sticky. She’s right. I can’t chase her down like this. It’d be fucking humiliating.

Raquel throws a cheeky wink at me over her shoulder. “Au revoir.”

I huff a laugh. I realize now that I’m not dealing with a little bird, but a minx.

This is the first and last time I underestimate her.