wickedness, I guess.”
“So you don’t think I’m the Devil?” I say dryly.
“I think you’re a devilish man,” she breathes. “But I don’t think you’re Satan himself.”
“Shit, I must be slipping.”
I grin, and she blushes bright red at my language. But I take a beat, and my eyes narrow at her.
“What are we saying here, Delilah?”
“I’m saying I want…” Her brows knit, and she looks down at her hands. “I’m not really sure.”
“You want me to show you a glimpse of… uh, wickedness.”
“I—yeah, yes. I think so.”
“You wanna get drunk?” I mutter sarcastically.
She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t think so.”
“How about some gambling.”
She shrugs.
“We could go rob a bank.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “Do you do that?” she whispers in shock.
I laugh. “Not exactly my speed, no.”
I level my eyes at her, and my pulse quickens I let my gaze slip over her again in that sundress. Fuck me, she’s pure goddamn tempta—
And then, it hits me.
“Last night,” I mutter, my cock twitching. Delilah blushes.
“Yeah…?” she whispers.
I step closer, and she sucks in a breath of air.
“Did you like when I kissed you?” I growl.
Her face burns even redder, and she looks fastidiously at her hands.
“Delilah…”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I groan. “A little, or a lot?”
“I…” she chews at her bottom lip. “Maybe this was a mistake—”
“Tell me,” I grunt.
She gasps quietly, and slowly, her eyes drag up to mine, so full of fear, excitement, and yes, lust.
“A lot,” she breathes.
“That why you’re here?” I growl. “That how you’re looking for me to show you sin?”
Her face burns crimson. “I—I don’t know,” she murmurs.
“Yes, you do.”
She gasps again as I step even closer to her, and when I reach out with one hand to slide it over her hip, she whimpers.
God help me, she whimpers.
“You sure you want this?” I growl.
Delilah looks up a me with big, wide blue eyes, flushed cheeks, and full, pouty, slightly parted lips. She looks like a girl who’s dying to be kissed. Actually, she looks like a girl who’s dying for a whole lot fucking more than a kiss.
And slowly, she nods.
“Say it,” I command.
“I—”
“You want this?” I growl. “Then say it. Because I’m not touching you until—”
In the span of a quarter second, she moves right into me, stands up on tiptoe, lifts her chin up, grabs my face in both her hands, and sears that pretty mouth right against my lips. And heaven itself couldn’t stop me now.
I growl, and my arms circle her possessively. She whimpers as my tongue pushes greedily past her soft, plump lips, and she melts against me as I suck her’s between mine. I groan, and my body coils around her, my arms circling her small frame and clutching her to me possessively. She presses right back, and her hips even grind against mine as she moans deeply into the kiss.
Yeah, there’s no going back now.
I turn us and push her back, slamming her into the little table that serves as my desk. She moans and it’s like the heat of it spurs her on to kiss me even harder. She clings to me, and my cock throbs rock hard against her. I slide my hands down over her to grip her ass through that soft little sundress. I groan at the feel of her under my hands, and she squeals as I grip her tightly and lift her up. I set her ass down on the table and push between her thighs, and her legs open willingly for me as she moans lowly.
Her long legs wrap around my waist, and the sundress bunches higher up her thighs. I kiss her with everything I have and everything I am, and I grind my rock-hard cock against the soft heat I can feel between her thighs. Fuck me, even through my jeans, I can feel how hot her little pussy is.
This little good girl wants a taste of sin? She’s going to fucking get it, come what may, and damn the fallout.
I growl as I kiss her fiercely, my tongue swirling with hers. One of my hands grips her ass, the other slides up her hip and over her ribs. Delilah whimpers and grips my t-shirt tightly with both hands. She moans eagerly into my lips, like she’s dying for more, and I’m all too happy to deliver. My hand keeps moving higher, and when I slip it over the soft mound of her breast, her breath catches sharply.
“Gabriel,” she moans. Her back arches, pushing the hard nub of her nipple