Read Online Tempt Me by R. G. Alexander - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: R. G. Alexander
Ads: Link
dragged out from corner shadows when the group of would-be attackers surrounded him.
Sure, this time he’d been paying attention, but he still had no idea what the darkness was or why it was drawn to him. Emmanuel, no matter what he said he wanted to do, was not helping.
Would BD know the answers? Maybe that was why his friendly ghost-but-not-a-ghost had whispered in Bethany’s ear the way Gabriel believed he had. If BD really did have some knowledge about this, he had only two important questions.
What exactly was he becoming? And how could he make it stop?
He was wondering if he had enough strength to get up and see if they had anything to eat when a soft female moan drifted through the wall.
“Perfect,” he mumbled. He was the bruised and battered houseguest of a man with a legendary sexual appetite and his willing wife. You’d think they would have planned ahead and invested in thicker walls.
Another moan, this one louder, had Gabriel gritting his teeth. Now he was the voyeur. Only, in his mind, it wasn’t Bethany’s pleasure he was hearing.
Angelique had made a sound just like that when he’d rocked her against that tree. When he’d laid her on the ground and slipped his fingers inside her tight, wet heat. Sweet sounds. Greedy sounds. He wanted to hear them again.
His fist clenched around the sheet covering him, the aches and pains in his body doing nothing to hinder the rush of blood and need flowing directly to his cock.
God, he wanted her. More than he’d imagined possible. One taste wasn’t enough. Despite all the logic that told him he should stay as far away from her as humanly possible—for her safety and his—it hadn’t been enough.
He wanted her naked beneath him. On top of him. In a bed, against a tree—he didn’t care. He needed to be inside her. He needed what only she could give him.
In his mind he saw her walk into the room. So damn sexy. And she knew it. She smiled coyly at him and her dimples deepened. Dimples he wanted to lick.
Her breasts were flushed with desire, her hips swaying to a music only she could hear as she walked toward him wearing nothing but a red lace thong.
Gabriel moaned, one hand slipping beneath the sheets to grip his erection. The only part of him that hadn’t been hurting... until now.
His fantasy Angelique’s smile turned into a moue of concern, her hand reaching out to skim along his calf and up to his thigh. When she reached his hip he held his breath, but she hesitated.
“Yes, touch me. You won’t hurt me. I’ve been dying to feel your hands on me.”
His dream girl didn’t disappoint. She dragged the sheet slowly off his body, revealing his bruised torso, licking her lips at the first sight of his arousal.
He wanted that, too. Wanted her mouth on him. Those sweet berry lips. His fist tightened as he thought about how soft they’d be on his skin.
Angelique read his mind. Kneeling on the bed, the curve of her ass making his mouth water as she bent to wrap her lips around the head of his erection.
She moaned and Gabriel lifted his hips, needing more. Just. A little more.
“Please.” She had him begging. But she held her mouth just out of reach, teasing and tempting him, even in his own damn fantasy. “Angelique, baby, I need...”
She laughed, that musical sound he remembered, and cupped her breasts in her hands. He looked down to see her slipping his cock between the two velvet globes and growled. “Jesus.”
Yes .
His bad, brazen angel. She knew just what he wanted. What he needed. The bed beneath him squeaked and his heart was pounding loud in his ears. Passion pulsed through his body, tearing through him, pulling a harsh groan out of his tight throat as he came.
He could see his arousal coating her breasts, watching it glisten on her skin. He wanted to clean her with his tongue. Start all over again. But he was too tired, his body demanding rest.
He fell asleep to the image of her smiling, the light around her keeping all the
Sure, this time he’d been paying attention, but he still had no idea what the darkness was or why it was drawn to him. Emmanuel, no matter what he said he wanted to do, was not helping.
Would BD know the answers? Maybe that was why his friendly ghost-but-not-a-ghost had whispered in Bethany’s ear the way Gabriel believed he had. If BD really did have some knowledge about this, he had only two important questions.
What exactly was he becoming? And how could he make it stop?
He was wondering if he had enough strength to get up and see if they had anything to eat when a soft female moan drifted through the wall.
“Perfect,” he mumbled. He was the bruised and battered houseguest of a man with a legendary sexual appetite and his willing wife. You’d think they would have planned ahead and invested in thicker walls.
Another moan, this one louder, had Gabriel gritting his teeth. Now he was the voyeur. Only, in his mind, it wasn’t Bethany’s pleasure he was hearing.
Angelique had made a sound just like that when he’d rocked her against that tree. When he’d laid her on the ground and slipped his fingers inside her tight, wet heat. Sweet sounds. Greedy sounds. He wanted to hear them again.
His fist clenched around the sheet covering him, the aches and pains in his body doing nothing to hinder the rush of blood and need flowing directly to his cock.
God, he wanted her. More than he’d imagined possible. One taste wasn’t enough. Despite all the logic that told him he should stay as far away from her as humanly possible—for her safety and his—it hadn’t been enough.
He wanted her naked beneath him. On top of him. In a bed, against a tree—he didn’t care. He needed to be inside her. He needed what only she could give him.
In his mind he saw her walk into the room. So damn sexy. And she knew it. She smiled coyly at him and her dimples deepened. Dimples he wanted to lick.
Her breasts were flushed with desire, her hips swaying to a music only she could hear as she walked toward him wearing nothing but a red lace thong.
Gabriel moaned, one hand slipping beneath the sheets to grip his erection. The only part of him that hadn’t been hurting... until now.
His fantasy Angelique’s smile turned into a moue of concern, her hand reaching out to skim along his calf and up to his thigh. When she reached his hip he held his breath, but she hesitated.
“Yes, touch me. You won’t hurt me. I’ve been dying to feel your hands on me.”
His dream girl didn’t disappoint. She dragged the sheet slowly off his body, revealing his bruised torso, licking her lips at the first sight of his arousal.
He wanted that, too. Wanted her mouth on him. Those sweet berry lips. His fist tightened as he thought about how soft they’d be on his skin.
Angelique read his mind. Kneeling on the bed, the curve of her ass making his mouth water as she bent to wrap her lips around the head of his erection.
She moaned and Gabriel lifted his hips, needing more. Just. A little more.
“Please.” She had him begging. But she held her mouth just out of reach, teasing and tempting him, even in his own damn fantasy. “Angelique, baby, I need...”
She laughed, that musical sound he remembered, and cupped her breasts in her hands. He looked down to see her slipping his cock between the two velvet globes and growled. “Jesus.”
Yes .
His bad, brazen angel. She knew just what he wanted. What he needed. The bed beneath him squeaked and his heart was pounding loud in his ears. Passion pulsed through his body, tearing through him, pulling a harsh groan out of his tight throat as he came.
He could see his arousal coating her breasts, watching it glisten on her skin. He wanted to clean her with his tongue. Start all over again. But he was too tired, his body demanding rest.
He fell asleep to the image of her smiling, the light around her keeping all the
Similar Books
