Desired Too (3 page)

I felt his eyes salivating on them this very moment and as my breathing picked up, I knew the rise and fall of my girls were doing a number on him, or at least I hoped they were.

“What are you doing here, Raquel?” Angel asked me, voice low and thick.

“Having a drink, Angelo.”

I accepted my drink from the bartender and took it down quickly.

The bartender looked at me, shook his head, and then looked at Angel before he moved on.

I met Angel’s eyes, and his wicked panty-melting smile appeared. “Yeah, sweetheart, I can see that, but why are you here? I’m sure South Street is jumping right about now. Don’t you think you’d have more fun there instead of here?”

South Street was probably packed and jumping. It’s a long strip filled with storefront apartments, clubs, shops, and cafés and was the “it” spot for young adults. However, South Street wasn’t where Angel was, so that wasn’t where I needed to be.

I cleared my throat and willed my mouth to say something witty, something… sexy and orgasmic, but all that came out of my mouth was, “What are you talking about? This place is great.”

The sound of laughter that erupted from him told me that I had failed miserably. I closed my eyes and looked away from him. I am so far out of my league here that it’s beginning to become embarrassing. I started to remove myself from the stool when Angel ran his hand through my hair and placed it behind my ear.

He leaned in a little, and I inhaled deeply.

“You know you shouldn’t be here, right? It’s too dangerous.”

I looked into his eyes and tried to focus on anything other than the wetness between my thighs. “I’m a big girl, Angel. I can handle it. Besides, you’re here. I know you’ll protect me.”

I went rigid when I saw this look quickly come over him. Again, the meaning back then had me stumped, so I refused to assume or move. Angel then gently tickled the side of my face with his knuckles, sending my body into a fit of goose bumps, awakening every nerve ending in my body. As he leaned in closer to me, my mouth opened slightly in order to breathe better as every other bodily function was shutting down.

Angel quietly said to me, “I’m not worried about your protection from this place. I’m more worried about your protection from me.”

Yes! Now that’s what I’m talking about!

The moment he removed his hand from my face, the look was instantly gone from his dark features. He stood and stepped away from me. “Come on. I’ll walk you to your car.”

“No!” I said a little too quickly and loud it seemed as the bartender’s eyes fell on us. I took a deep breath and said to him a little more calmly, “I’m not ready to go. Besides, I came here to drink, and that’s what I plan to do.”

“Raquel,” he started, but I shook my head.

“No, Angel. Look, I had to witness and deal with a lot of yelling and feet stomping just to get a night alone from my wardens. I need this. I just want to get wasted my last night in Philly and have fun before I’m gone. You know I’m leaving, right?”

I could have sworn the look of disappointment creased his face for just a second before he said, “Yeah, I know.”

I swiveled to face him completely. “So, come on. Have a few drinks with me. Maybe we can play a little pool. Then I promise I’ll leave.”

I gave him my best puppy dog eyes until he smiled, shook his head, and waved the bartender over. “Why do I have a feeling I’m going to live to regret this?”

I squealed and clapped my hands. “Trust me, you won’t be sorry.”

Angel and I had a ball that night. The few drinks, that I mentioned having, turned into so many that I couldn’t keep count. I was feeling fantastic. I still felt my face, so I couldn’t have been too far to the left. We played only two games of pool. He seemed to be unable to concentrate on the game itself. He was too busy watching me… or rather my girls and my ass every time I bent over the table. When we weren’t playing pool, we were playing darts or sitting around cracking jokes.

We talked about my plans once I arrived in San Francisco. You know, the basics; where I was planning to stay when I got there, what company I was working for, etc. It was so easy to talk to him. For a moment, I forgot all about trying to seduce him and just enjoyed his company.

“So what time is your flight in the morning?” he asked me.

The night was finally ending. We were sitting in the back of the bar at a table only large enough to fit two. I could feel all of my plans to seduce him slipping away. I sighed deeply and smiled. “Nine something. Why?”

He smiled at me. “It’s getting late. I’m sure you have some things to do before you leave for the airport in the morning.”

I shook my head and met his smile. “Nope. I am completely packed and my bags are at the door, ready to be grabbed from my hotel.” I shrugged at the look of disbelief on his face when I mentioned the hotel. “I told you, I planned to have a great time tonight. I didn’t want anything hindering my plans, so I got a hotel room and I’m free.” I leaned forward a little and tilted my head to the side. He studied me carefully, so I figured what the hell; maybe it’s not too late.

I said to him, “So, if you want to go somewhere else and, you know, hang out some more, we can.”

I could tell just by his body language that this really wasn’t my night. Angel confirmed it by saying to me, crushing my dreams, “You know nothing’s going to happen between us, right?”

“What do you mean?” I replied coyly and blinked rapidly at him.

He shook his head and laughed. “Come on, let’s get you home. Where’d you park?”

I stood, trying not to show how disappointed, hurt, and, quite honestly, embarrassed I was. My flirting, batting of the eyes, and showing a little boob hadn’t phased him at all.

This night by far was the most embarrassing night of my life.

I sighed deeply, trying not to look at him, as I answered, “I didn’t drive.”

“Wow,” he replied.

I looked up at him. He just stared at me, almost appraisingly like.

He said finally, “Someone was confident in their seduction tactics.” He chuckled, and then gave me another once over, but this time I didn’t feel sexy. I felt as if I was a joke to him.

I frowned, feeling like he just attacked my ego. I ran my hands through my hair and narrowed my eyes. I said to him, claws coming out, “Who told you all this was for you? How do you know that you weren’t my consolation prize? Maybe I had someone else in mind tonight.” Hands on my hips, I tilted my weight to one side of my body. “Ha! It’s laughable that you assume this was all for you. You know what? I think I
will
go and explore what South Street has to offer. South Street, no doubt, is
still
jumping. In fact, it’s only 2am. The night is still young, and you’ve just destroyed my high. So now, I’m going to take my hot ass somewhere else to see what I can get into, or
who
I can get under, or hell, even over. It makes me no never mind.”

I was so pissed that he made me feel like I was a twelve-year-old with a childish crush on her teacher or something.

Well, the hell with him. I’m outta here!

I attempted to make my exit by moving past him as quick as I could. However, I didn’t get far. Instead, my breath was robbed from my lungs harshly as my body collided with a wall that I never knew was so close to me. Gruff hands enveloped my head as the most egregious face I had ever seen invaded my personal space. The size of my eyes grew as a shock, then desire, suddenly hit me like a freight train.

Hot damn. “Creamed my panties” would be an understatement if ever there was one. A damn waterfall was flowing between my legs at that very moment.

Ho-ly shit!

Oh, the fire in his eyes. The blaze was threatening to burn us both. He stood there looking down at me, and I was defiantly looking up at him.

“Say that shit again,” he growled through gritted teeth.

I, of course, opened my mouth to actually repeat
everything
I’d said. I was a glutton for punishment. Hell, I welcomed his punishment.

Punish me, baby!

However, the moment I felt him move closer to me, barely allowing light to pass between us, made me shut up. An animal was about to be unleashed, I could sense it. I could taste it. Hell, the growl that escaped from him was proof that shit was about to get ugly.

The atmosphere around us suddenly changed as I watched Angel’s features grow darker, reminding me of how desolate woods could deprive a moonlit sky in the dead of night. I tried desperately to swallow as he leaned into me and said in a voice quiet and very deadly, “You are playing with fucking fire. Do you understand that, Raquel?”

I know his question was rhetorical, but I still answered, “Perfectly. Now get out of my way. I have better things to do than to…”

I wanted to say more. I really did. However, a pair of beautiful and sinful lips was caressing mine at the moment, so I didn’t care to use them to cuss him out. Instead, I used them to taste the forbidden fruit I’d been denied of for far too long. I always knew his lips would be pure wickedness. Feeling him control them and guide them over mine was making me crave for more. I brought my hands up along his chest and traveled them along his sides to the span of his glorious muscled back.

I pulled him closer to me, trying desperately to make our bodies become one. I was completely turned on right now. The gin was working its magic. I could feel it. Hell, I felt it after the second shot I took. “Gin is sin” as you might have heard, and it was my drink of choice when I wanted to be loose and free.

It’s the reason why I kept drinking it this whole time. I wanted my libido to be in rare form. I wanted to want him so much that I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t see straight. I finally got what I’d always wanted. His lips, his taste, his breath, his mind, and his senses; they finally belonged to me, even if it was only for a moment.

He suddenly pulled from me, and we stared at each other, breaths coming quick, needing the rhythm of our hearts to slow.

“You are fucking dangerous with those lips,” he said to me, still showing the effects of our kiss.

Yes, small victories, ladies!

Now, what I wanted next was for him to lose control. I needed him to.

He caressed my lips slowly with one finger, watching them as if they mesmerized him.

His incredible lips finally mouthed the words I wanted desperately to hear. “I wonder what else you can do with them.”

Yes!

“Only one way to find out,” I replied, eyes wild with a sense of urgency in them.

Angel pulled out some bills from his wallet, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar. He dropped the money down, nodded at the bartender, and then headed for the door.

We jumped in his car; a black tinted Camaro, and drove to his place, silence covering us both. I wasn’t sure what was on his mind, and I didn’t ask. I knew I was ecstatic. That’s why I was quiet. I’d wanted him for so long, and even though this would only be a physical thing, I knew it was going to be beautiful, grimy, sexy and mind blowing, to say the least.

That night, and subsequent nights after, I managed to experience things I never thought was possible. Yes, you heard right. My ass thought I was going to fuck my desires away in one night, but Angel had other ideas. One night turned into a lust-filled weekend, with me leaving two days after I planned. He kept me “naked and spread eagle” the entire time, with only a break to shower and eat. My lady parts were sore. Shit, my entire body was sore. I wasn’t ready for him, that was for damn sure. I also knew that if I gave him the opportunity to do this to me as often as he wanted, because of the way I felt about him, he would destroy me.

This was proof that I was making the right decision to leave. The farther I got away from him, the better I would be. However, looking back at the shit storm I created in San Francisco, I should have stayed my ass home.

It was very unfortunate that I never got the opportunity to experience that grimy, hot sex again. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve dated plenty of men of different races in San Fran. I’d even found a few to test drive and experiment with, hoping to repeat my last nights in Philly. The results of my experiment didn’t turn out too well. I never found a man to come close to the man that I had affectionately started calling Leo, my Lionheart. I know that sounds corny, but he’s the king of my body, my soul, and my heart. No one had ever made my body scream, cream, moan, writhe, shake, weaken and heat as much as Angel had that night. Ever since I’d met him, he remained in my dreams, but for three years after our nights of passion, he remained in my nightmares, because dreaming of him was torture. He’d been the conductor of my desires, of my needs. I’ve wanted him and desired him for so long that I wasn’t sure what I would do when I got home and our paths crossed, if ever. What I didn’t expect was to behave like this.

Damn, get a grip girl.

I blinked a few times and brought some sense back to my head.

You didn’t come home for this
, I scolded myself.
You left a fucked up situation with no intentions of getting into another.

I needed a clean slate.

It didn’t matter that being with Angel was the best time of my life. It didn’t matter that no other man would ever measure up to him. It didn’t matter that even if I had the pleasure to be reacquainted with him for just a night, it couldn’t be anything more than just physical. There were too many things, too many variables in my life that just wouldn’t allow for anything more. My secrets were too deep. I was fighting hard not to let those secrets consume me, and I refused to allow them to do the same to Angel.