Chapter Fourteen-Angel
CHAPTER FOURTEEN-ANGEL
I should have never told her to wear something pretty.
I can’t stop staring at her and really, I should be concentrating on the road. But I can’t. Not with the way she sits beside me, every movement sends a rustling sound through the car and fuck me, I’m jealous of her clothes.
That can’t be normal. But still, I am. I want to be the one wrapped around her warm, soft flesh like the silky fabric she’s wearing.
Goddamn, the woman is a siren. I breathe in her sweet scent and I want to groan.
Giselle is everywhere. Filling every corner of my brain.
And I like it.
I like it a lot.
She looks so goddamn good.
Sexy.
Hot.
Utterly fuckable.
If I thought she looked good before, Little Doll is setting records tonight.
She’s all decked out in a skintight black skirt that ends just above her knees, and I wonder how the fuck she can even sit down in the thing.
Her blouse is cut obscenely low, sheer black with little diamond sparkles everywhere, so she glitters whenever she moves.
Her dark curls are floating around her shoulders, and they are thick and glossy. I am dying to get my hands on them.
I know exactly how soft it feels, and I’m covetous of it.
Fucking jealous of everyone else getting to see her hair all wild and hanging down her back like this.
Fuck.
Maybe I should have had one of the guys drive us. But I’m glad I didn’t. Her cinnamon apple pie scent fills the car, and I groan, willing my dick to behave.
It doesn’t.
I’m always fucking hard when I’m around her, and instead of being pissed about it, I decide to embrace it. This woman brings out the beast in me, and I learned a long time ago that it’s better to feed that particular viper than to deny him.
“So, where are we going?” she asks, and I glance at her face.
Damn. She’s so pretty.
Her eyes are translucent. Like crystals. And her lips are plump and glistening with whatever glossy stuff she used.
I wanna lick it off.
She is temptation itself. I want tonight to be special. I’m through beating around the bush.
This afternoon, I walked away from her when we were both primed and ready, and it damn near killed me.
But I only did that so she would understand I respect her. That she means more to me than sex.
I mean, I want sex. Of course, I want sex with her.
I’m only fucking human.
But this woman doesn’t seem to understand the lengths I will go to ensure she is mine.
Body.
Heart.
And Soul.
I want to own her. To consume her. To nourish her. I want to be the only fucking thing she needs.
Sick? Maybe.
But I am what I fucking am.
So, yeah, I left her and me both unsatisfied to prove a point.
Giselle isn’t some fuck. She’s more than that.
And I am going to show her, starting with this dinner.
“You eat sushi, right?”
“It’s my favorite,” she replies with a smile, and I grin, too.
Of course, I know it’s her favorite. But I’ll take the sheer delight I see in her pretty green eyes as a victory.
I already asked Anna a million questions about her best friend over the past couple of months. Practically harassed the poor woman.
I’m not sure why she told me anything at all except for the fact I was so damn persistent. There was also the fact she threatened to have Nico cut my balls off if I hurt her friend.
Quite the little spitfire our queen is.
“Don’t touch that door, Koukla,” I tell Giselle when I see her go for the handle.
She knows better than that. But maybe she doesn’t, and that’s my fault. This woman deserves to be treated like a queen.
My queen.
I may have fucked it up before, but I’m better than that, and I mean to show her.
She sits there waiting for me and I realize I have yet to move. What can I say?
The woman turns my brains to utter mush.
My cock, though?
That she makes hard as fucking diamonds.
“We going inside or what?” Koukla teases.
“Oh, yeah, of course,” I mutter and exit the driver’s side and jog around to help her out, tossing my keys to the valet.
“This place is nice,” she whispers, and I nod.
It is nice. And it is somewhere I should have taken her before.
As much as it pains me to admit, Giselle was not wrong when she said we never did things when I picked her up from Florida.
I mean we did things . But I never took her out.
There’s no excuse. I mean, it’s not like I was just gonna come out and say I couldn’t control myself around her.
She had me panting after her like a buck in rut. Or a viper on the prowl.
I have little experience wining and dining women. Usually, women trip over themselves, trying to entice me to their beds.
But anyone I ever fooled around with knew the deal. I don’t do sleepovers, and I never come back for seconds. Hell, I never felt the need.
But with Giselle, all I feel is need.
Those other women? They meant nothing to me. Just like I meant nothing to them.
Nothing more than a temporary fix to satisfy a biological itch.
This isn’t a temporary thing with Giselle. I know it’s not. I don’t just want her. I want to know her. Every thought swimming around inside that amazing brain of hers. I want her to share them with me freely. Hell, I think I might need her to.
Christ, I need her so fucking much.
My preoccupation with this woman is such it hasn’t gone unnoticed. Nico and Luc haven’t exactly been busting my balls lately. But it’s only because they get it.
Hell, those two unhinged fuckers know exactly what this kind of thing does to a man. My eyes flick over her and I swear I feel it in my soul.
Did I say preoccupation? What I feel is more than that. It is compulsive, possessive, obsessive. It is all those things and more.
I take a deep breath and open the passenger door. Giselle lifts her peridot gaze and my heart stutters. I take her small hand in mine.
She’s so tiny and petite compared to me. I drag her out of the car, pressing my body against hers for one delicious moment before I make a humming sound of approval at the way she fits so good inside the cradle of my body.
Her curves are mouthwatering. Everything about her is enticing.
“You hungry?” I ask.
She bites her lip and nods. Excitement floods my system, and I can’t wait to watch her eat. To be the one who provides for her.
My dick gets hard just thinking about it.
“Well, Big Guy? You gonna feed me or what?”
She is so fucking perfect .
Just like that, she gets me moving. I guide her into the restaurant and the whole time all I can think about is what I’m going to do to her after all this.
Yes, Koukla, I’m going to feed you. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.