Angel sucked in her breath looking up at him, at the intensity of his face. His gaze was searing hot, wild and hungry. Angel’s pulse jumped. She looked at his mouth, and a wave of liquid heat washed through her. This was insane, how could she be attracted to him.
Angel swallowed hard as temptation swept through her. She wanted to tell him, ‘no, stop’, but her eyes fell to his mouth, and all she could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
She glanced up to his eyes, and realized he was thinking the same thing a split second before he lowered his head, claiming her mouth. His mouth was hard and merciless, forcing her mouth apart under the onslaught of his kiss. Crazily she noticed little details, like how soft his golden blonde facial hair was as it brushed against her skin, the feel of his tongue as it delved into her mouth, the male scent of him. He lay on top of her, and she felt crushed and completely breathless. When she would have moved her head away to escape, to breathe, to claim some sanity, she felt his hands release her wrists, and slide into the hair on either side of her face, holding her pinned. He kissed her roughly, wildly. Her body arched against him, and her lips softened under his as she felt the flame of desire curl through her belly. She raised her left leg, bending at the knee, pushing her boot heel into the ground, pressing her hips up.
Cole felt her melt against him in total submission, and he groaned deep in his throat. His mouth softened on hers, his kiss becoming gentle. He ran his right hand down her side, over her hip and bare thigh. His hand cupped the back of her knee, and pulled her closer, molding her tighter against him. This little wildcat, who was all claws, was responding to him with a sweetness that heated his blood. He wanted her. Right now, right here. He tried to tell himself he didn’t give a fuck what she would think of him afterwards. She could think the worst of him, and it would all be true. He was a man who took what he wanted. There was no honor in him, he told himself as his hand moved to the buttons on her shirt. Why should he stop? He hadn’t been the kind of man that did the right thing for years now. His mouth trailed down her throat, and lower as he pulled open her shirt.
Angel’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at a sky full of sparkling stars, and suddenly felt Cole at her breast pushing her bra to the side, his mouth closing over her nipple. He sucked on it, and her back arched off the ground as the sensation tore through her. His palm moved over her exposed, smooth belly. She sucked in her breath.
Oh, God. She wanted him, wanted this. Yes. Yes. No. Not like this. Not on a cold desert floor. What was the matter with her? Panic, shame, guilt, all poured over her like ice water.
“No.” The word barely audible. She swallowed hard, and pushed against his back and shoulders with her cuffed hands. “No, please. Stop.”
Cole felt her hands on him. It was the feel of the cold metal of her handcuffs at the back of his neck that jerked him to his senses. His hand stilled on her stomach. He raised his head, and looked down at her.
She felt the cool night air on her nipple, wet from his mouth. Her stomach trembled under his hand. What had she been thinking? She didn’t know him at all, and she didn’t trust him. He was a stranger to her. And he was dangerous. Angel was aware of her position, handcuffed, helpless. He could do anything he wanted, and she couldn’t stop him. The thought scared her to death. The anticipation was just as terrifying.
Cole saw the panic take over her. Guilt washed over him. The small shred of conscience that he still possessed stopped him. Goddamn, what kind of animal had he become? What was he doing? He was no better than Chuck. He pulled back, and adjusted her clothing. He took a deep breath. The idea of hurting her cut deeper than he wanted to admit. He brushed her hair back from her temple, looking into her eyes. “I’m sorry. I swear I never meant for