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When I try to move past him, Gabriel easily wraps his arms around my waist and moves like he’s going to toss me onto the bed again. Luckily, I always learn my lesson. This time when I go flying, I grab the front of his shirt and drag him down with me. As quick as lightning, I throw a leg over his hip and use the momentum to spin us around. I end up on top, straddling his lap between my thighs while I give him a taste of his own medicine and pin his wrists above his head.
Naturally, I know he can throw me off like a feather, but he doesn’t. Gabriel instead gawks up at me, the hard bulge of his cock grinding against my core. The sound he makes satisfies me to no end.
I smirk, a devilish idea popping into my head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he rasps, voice husky and low.
“Playing dirty.”
Chapter 7
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 bodystronglydisagrees. 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 herwhyit’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.Toogood. 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 mebelieveI 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.”
