Jessica paid him and turned to leave, but he stopped her with one last warning.
“You’ll remember what I said, right? I can tell you’re not from around here and don’t know about the territories just yet. I wouldn’t want you to have a run in with those bloodsuckers. There’s only so much protection that warding medallion will give you.”
Chapter Two
Gabriel stood in the shadow of a doorway, watching as Jessica left the shop and walked up the street, completely unaware of his presence. Her senses were too dulled from human living, but he could change that. And he would. Even with the distance, he sensed the necklace about her throat. He was grateful she’d heeded his advice and gotten the chain fixed. A warding medallion was no real worry to him, but he hoped its power would keep the others from sensing her presence in the city a while longer. He’d staked his claim with that kiss, but there were too many to challenge him.
Given what she was, he had little doubt she would be allowed to choose a mate, and better him than another. The fact that he had little remorse for his action proved just how Lycan he’d grown, but it mattered not.
He waited until she’d gained some distance on him before pushing away from the door jam, following her, keeping her within sight. The streets here were empty of other pedestrians. He couldn’t smell Lycans or Vamps nearby, but that didn’t mean they weren’t out there, prowling the streets. Still, he was satisfied they were relatively alone.
He hooked his thumbs in his pockets, rubbing his fingers on the rough denim. They still burned from holding the chain, but no more than the studs in his nipples. If anything, it served as reminder of the kiss he’d taken.
His cock tightened at that thought, and the sight of her hips swaying gently as she walked only worsened the sweet pain. He smiled darkly. She remained oblivious to the fact that he followed her. But wasn’t that how he wanted it? She was blissfully innocent, and he knew the inevitable warning Mikel had given her had fallen on disbelieving ears.
She’d become a believer soon enough. It was amazing how quickly a person could change their mind when confronted by living, breathing evidence. Seeing with her own eyes would banish that last, clinging ignorance.
Now that she was here, the warding power of the medallion would grow weaker and weaker, until it lost its power completely amongst the overwhelming presence of his brethren.
Gabriel almost regretted what she’d go through. But she should not have come to New Orleans. Now that she was here, he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of seducing her. The subtle nuances of her nervous desire excited him immeasurably: the breathless sigh, the pulse in her throat, the fight against her own base appetites that mirrored his own. He could still taste her on his tongue, feel the rounded firmness of her ass in his palms. His groin felt imprinted by the cloaked heat of her femininity and the moistness of her desire dampening his jeans.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling so frustrated in all his life. He wondered if fucking both their brains out would satisfy the lust boiling his blood, or if it would only worsen, make him insane with lust. He wondered if it was worth the risk in tempting the beast. Could any woman be worth so much?
She stopped suddenly on the sidewalk. Gabriel ducked into a doorway, waiting to see what she would do. He watched her indecisive profile, as she crossed and uncrossed her arms, kicked at a ball of trash on the pavement. Finally, she made up her mind and moved forward and into a local bar that was more empty that it was full.
This end of the city was for serious drinkers, not the tourists. She didn’t belong down here.
But apparently, she wasn’t ready to give up the night just yet.
He grinned and trotted up the sidewalk. Just his kind of girl. He liked a woman who didn’t know when to quit.
But she didn’t need to be out too late. He couldn’t sense any danger, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t out there. He wanted to make sure she got to her room okay.
He chuckled, thinking of a few ways to wear her out and entertain her if she was feeling restless.
Gabriel waited a few minutes before sauntering through the door. Inside was darker than out, almost smoky-like. A live band took up a space on a far, center wall, and most of the light and noise came from there and the dance floor. Looking around the hazy space, he saw mostly locals mixed with a few tourists, probably from the nearby hotels. Their scent gave them away--they were missing that certain spice that only natives had to them, not like his Jessica though. She was a force unto herself.
Gabriel sidled up to the bar, got a beer, and turned around, propping his elbows on the bar as he scanned the crowd for her. He spotted her at a table, nursing a drink and giving a brush off to a man hitting on her. His ears prickled to hear her soft rebuttal, barely audible, even to his own keen ears.
Doesn’t like to dance?
A challenge, and she didn’t even realize it. She was damn well in the wrong place not to be a dancer. Music was a part of life here, dancing in the blood, necessary as air or water to live. He was going to introduce her to one of the finer points of Louisiana living.
* * * *
Jessica just wanted to watch. She liked watching people dancing, drinking, talking ... flirting. Interaction had always fascinated her for some reason, even after she’d become disillusioned with society. She just liked the atmosphere, especially down here. Of course, just because she liked to watch didn’t mean she wanted to do it herself--especially not with some slush who could barely stand and reeked of stale beer.
A chair scraped behind her. Jessica mentally rolled her eyes and shuddered. She sensed more than saw someone come up behind her elbow.
Much as the guy deserved a hit to the gut, she wasn’t going to get physical. Dammit! She’d tried to be nice. Repeatedly. There was just no way to be nice to people any more. Courtesy had disappeared fifty years ago, along with manners. She hated being mean--it always made her feel like a dog when she got through.
Jessica swiveled in her chair, her stomach clenched with the rebuttal she was going to have to deliver.
She stopped, stunned to look up and see Gabriel Benoit standing before her.
Her brain only took a few seconds to jump-start this time. She was getting better at recovering. A few more times seeing him and she might even act normal. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. Before she could demand to know what he wanted, he surprised her by speaking first.
“You followin’ me, cherie? Dere’s laws against stalkin’, you know,” he said with that husky, lilting tone that made her want to melt to the floor in an orgasmic puddle.
She recovered as the words sank in. Jessica sputtered at his audacity. “Me? Are you serious? You’re the one following me!”
He shrugged. “Don’ matter. Law’s the law. What you gonna do about it?” He looked down her blouse with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Jessica slowly followed his line of vision, saw her neckline gaped, and put a hand to her chest, gasping in outrage. She managed to find her voice and said, “What makes you think I’m following you? Who approached who’s table here?”
He looked disappointed that she’d covered her chest, but only briefly. Really, as little as she had up top, she didn’t know why he acted so interested.
“I only came ta save you some time, cherie. You don’ gotta go through all dis subterfuge to get me.” He held his arms up and open, like he was there for the taking. “I’m all yours if you want me.”
Jessica grinned despite herself. The man really had some balls. She gave him a once over. “Thanks, but I have toys at home.”
“I guarantee, no’ like dis toy.”
Jessica laughed. “But mine come with an independent power supply. Can you keep going and going and going...?”
One thick, black brow arched. A dimple appeared on the side of his mouth. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug in a supreme male sort of way. “I can give you more’n you can handle, petite.”
Jessica snorted very unladly-like, secretl
y excited--not that she would ever admit it. “I somehow doubt that.”
His voice dropped an octave, and all amusement left his face. “Don’ make me prove it.”
Hot shivers stroked up her spine. The room suddenly felt too small, too private. She was insanely aware of how fast her heart beat, how rapid her breath came, and how damn good he smelled. It was a struggle to remember how to use her voice. All the moisture had fled her body and pooled in one central location. “I don’t think so,” she said inanely.
He smiled crookedly, baring a dimple. “All mouth and no action. You don’ know what those lips are for.”
She didn’t want to think about her lips. All she could do was stare at his and wonder about what tricks he could perform. The kiss he stole in the alley came back full force--all the heat, the uncertainty, the rough force of his body pressing her into the wall. She wasn’t acting like herself. She should’ve been scared or nervous, but the only things her nerves were doing were coming to life in anticipation.
Jessica swallowed with effort. Her face flushed with heat. She stood up abruptly, not liking his height advantage over her. She could tell he wasn’t nearly as affected as she was. She also couldn’t think of a thing to say to him, nothing challenging or witty. He had to think she was a moron, some dumb little thing ripe for the taking. The blonde curse was striking, leaving her open and vulnerable.
“You know I’m right, don’ you? Would you like me to show you what lips can do?” He grabbed her arms suddenly.
She looked down at the manacles of his hands one stunned moment, marveling at the contrast of bronze against her pale skin. Erotic images flashed in her mind, of cream and golden bodies entwined, rough and soft. The contrast of his flesh against hers seared her mind’s eye. She looked back up at his face, wondering frantically if he could read her mind, wondering a breathless moment if he was going to kiss her like she wanted to be kissed.
What the hell. She didn’t care what anyone in the bar thought. For once, she just wanted to give in and enjoy herself. This was sin city after all. She shrugged mentally, closed her eyes, and leaned in.
His arms closed around her, and suddenly he was moving her backward. She stepped back, instinctively keeping her balance.
Coming out of the fog, Jessica opened her eyes and blinked up at him in confusion. She was still a little dazed when he took her hands and began guiding her on the dance floor. She stiffened instantly when she realized his intent.
“I don’t dance,” she gritted out and tried to pull away. She felt like everyone was watching her and her two huge left feet. They knew she couldn’t dance. They were just waiting for her to fall on her face.
His hands tightened at her waist, his fingers locked on her hand. “It’s jus’ like makin’ love,” he murmured seductively. He moved his hips against hers for emphasis, making her feel weak. “You rock with it and move your hips.”
“That’s original. I must be really bad in bed then.” She felt like a robot, all stiff and cumbersome and obvious.
Gabriel melded her to his body, his heat melting her resistance until she felt mellow and relaxed in his arms. If dancing was an indicator of love making, Gabriel had to be an exquisite lover. Just feeling his body move against hers made her weak in all the right places. She could barely keep her feet under her. All she wanted to do was lay her face against his chest and feel his arms around her.
“It jus’ takes d’right partner,” he murmured huskily against her hair, his breath sparking a chain reaction of pleasurable responses to erupt along her nerve endings.
He swayed and took her around the dance floor, keeping her distracted from her flighty nervousness with subtle strokes from his fingers at her waist, on her wrist, his lips at her temple, his breath at her ear. Every pore of her body sighed with pleasure. The dance felt too intimate for public, but wasn’t that part of the appeal?
He’d managed to do what no man had ever done before--got her to enjoy a dance. She could get used to this kind of treatment.
The thought was like an ice bucket dumped on her head.
Jessica stiffened and attempted to pull back from his relaxed grip. Her efforts failed. He continued moving her on the dance floor, paying absolutely no attention to the fact that she was trying to get away.
“I need to get back to my hotel,” she said firmly.
“I’ll take you,” he said, looking down and giving her a smoky look that spoke volumes.
She knew exactly what he was thinking. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
He arched one brow, looking amused. “Who said anythin’ bout sleepin’, chere?”
The iciness from moments before melted in a puddle at her feet. He flustered her with such ease, it was disturbing. She tried to cover it with a sarcastic tone. “You know what I mean.”
“Maybe I don’. You tryin’ to give me a hint? I tell you what, I don’ see them so good. Maybe you need to be a liddle more direct. If you don’ wanna sleep, what do you wanna do?”
She swallowed against a lump in her throat. Her heart seemed to skip several beats, making her ache in alluring places. “Not what you’re thinking,” she said, frowning.
“How do you know what I’m thinkin?”
“I can tell by--by....”
He grinned. “I’ll make it easy for you, chere. You can have me if you want me. How ‘bout that?”
Jessica harrumphed under her breath. “Thanks,” she muttered. “You could just hit me over the head and make it easier all the way around. Let me go, and I’ll turn around so you can do it.”
He chuckled, one hand roaming around her back and creeping too close to her ass for her comfort level. His eyes gleamed with wicked mirth. “And here I thought you an ange. You really diabolique, petite. You like things a liddle rough, no?”
He was being deliberately obtuse, probably all in an attempt so he could continue feeling her up. “I’m suddenly exhausted,” she said wryly, trying to loosen herself from his hold.
He finally relented and released her, looking disappointed. “Ah, too bad. You sure you won’ let me take you to the hotel?”
Jessica held up her hand, stopping him. “No, thanks. I’m used to taking care of myself.” She was the only person she could rely on. It wasn’t safe for a woman to put faith in a man these days. They didn’t protect, they didn’t take care of--all they did was use until a woman had nothing else to give, and then they threw them away for the next sucker. She was better off being single.
Jessica beat a hasty retreat back to her hotel, leaving Gabriel in the dust before he could use any more of that lethal charm on her.
One thing she knew now: Cajun accent + dimples + good looks = loss of brain function. She felt like a cat hooked on catnip, and there was no way this pussy was going to play and rub all over that.
Chapter Three
Jessica had just looked down at her watch. She thought for one stunned moment of confusion, and embarrassment, that she had walked into a wall. Then two hands gripped her biceps, steadying her as she drew back and looked up with disbelief.
A faint smiled curled Gabriel’s lips. “But, cherie, we hardly know one another.”
“What?” His accent confused her for several moments, but even when her brain finally interpreted the unfamiliar pronunciation, she was still all at sea.
“Las’ night you didn’ even wanna kiss me, now you rush into my arms?”
Jessica sputtered indignantly and looked up at his eyes. “I did no such thing!”
“So, you forget your reward already?”
“What are you talking about--wait. My reward. You’re really full of yourself. It was your reward for rescuing my necklace.”
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