Security, but you also made an appointment to see me personally. You aren’t leaving here until I know the reason why.”
“It isn’t important.” Angel blinked to ease the sting of tears at her understatement, the absolute lie of the words she had just uttered.
The reason she had come here to ask for Gabriel’s help was everything . Her sole reason for being. For getting up in the morning. For going to bed at night. For every breath she took. Everything.
But the man in front of her, this Gabriel, wasn’t the same man she had known eight years ago. He was harder. Colder. In body, heart, and soul.
“Now that I’ve seen you again, I realize you can’t help me,” she said dully.
“How the fuck can you know that when you haven’t told me what the problem is?”
“You can’t—” Her words were cut off abruptly as Gabriel’s hand curved about her chin and held her firmly in place before his mouth came crashing down on hers.
Oh God…
Angel was powerless to fight against the overwhelming need that flooded every part of her as Gabriel kept her hands pinned above her head and took full possession of her mouth. His lips savagely claimed and devoured. He kissed her long and deeply, every part of her mouth explored and laid siege to, his body hard and unyielding as he kept her pinned against the door.
Her body responded to this man, as it always had—always would? Her nipples became harder, her breathing shallow, between her thighs now a hot and liquid ache.
She gave a sob when Gabriel finally wrenched his mouth from hers. Unsure if it was a sob of need or simply relief at the ceasing of that physical onslaught.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes glittering down at her. “Why are you really here? Was it for this?” He pressed the length of his cock against the heat between her thighs.
She gave a choked laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous!” How could she have known, guessed, that Gabriel would want her? He had stopped wanting her eight years ago, so why should she have ever thought he would want her again now? And yet he did. That desire was unmistakable in the physical evidence of his body, the heated glitter in his eyes, and the flush along the sharp edges of his cheekbones. He looked nothing like the urbane man who’d been sitting behind his desk when she arrived, his expression having turned almost feral and out of control. “Release me, Gabriel,” she instructed quietly.
He bared his teeth. “Why the hell should I?”
“Because I asked you to.”
He gave a scornful laugh. “And you seriously think I have any interest in doing anything you might ask me to do?”
“Obviously not.” She sighed. “Which means this conversation is over.”
His eyes narrowed to glittering slits. “It’s over when I say it’s over.”
“No.” Angel had no idea how she managed to speak so calmly, when her whole body was still shaking from the onslaught of sensations created by that unexpected kiss. “I have no idea why you’re so angry with me, but you are, and that anger means you can’t help me.”
“ You have no idea why I’m so angry with you…! ” Gabriel drew in several deep, controlling breaths before releasing her hands and stepping away from her, a nerve pulsing in his tightly clenched jaw. “You’ve walked back into my life—for whatever reason—after eight years of silence, and you have no fucking idea why I’m angry with you?” He gave a disgusted shake of his head. “You never used to be obtuse.”
“I never used to be a lot of things,” she said evenly before sighing heavily. “I didn’t come here to argue with you.”
Gabriel snorted. “You didn’t come here to fuck. You didn’t come here to argue. So what the hell are you doing here? ” He was at the end of his considerable patience. Seeing Angel again so unexpectedly was guaranteed to do that!
Kissing Angel again had been…incredible. Her lips were as soft, and she still tasted of something delicious he couldn’t