Chapter 63: Tasting Every Color Of The Rainbow

A tiny gasp escaped Angela's lips a nanosecond before they met Gael's. She didn't even have the time to think when his mouth was already on hers. Before she knew it, her eyes had closed.

He was kissing her. And he didn't only kiss her once. Twice. Thrice. He's still there, and all she could do was freeze on the spot like an idiot.

Wasn't this what she wanted? Wasn't she craving for this? Her heart started to race as she was stunned by what was happening. Her stupid mouth ran its course without her brain when she dared him earlier and now it's being punished along with her heart. But who was she kidding? This wasn't a punishment now, was it?

The room was still and quiet—the only sound that she could hear was her own heartbeat ramming in her ear. And then he stopped. And she wished he hadn't.

Panting, Gael rested his forehead against hers. Slowly, their eyes opened and they met each other's heated gazes just as he slightly leaned back so he could see her beautiful flushed expression. His hands were still cupping the sides of her face, the heat from his palms almost scalded her skin but she didn't care. She loved them there.

His grey eyes were confused and excited at the same time. His stare bore into her as if he was trying to uncover the world's most treasured secret, but she didn't care. She loved his stare.

"Angela…" he whispered, his voice low and needy.

She doubted that he was even aware that he was calling her. However, the way he called her so gently was enough for her to succumb to him again.

Why did he have to be so goddamn beautiful? Her heart quivered at the sight of this man who confused her too much—he was either too bad or too good for her.

Heat crept up on her cheek the moment his gaze dipped on her slightly parted lips and a sudden urge coursed through her. Maybe just this once. Just this once. Please.

Angela pressed her hand onto his hard chest, slid it up to his neck, and before she could stop herself, she claimed his lips.

Slanting her head to the side, she tasted his amaretto flavored mouth. The liquor supposedly had bitter notes but his lips were sweet and cool—she couldn't help but want some more. 

Gael kissed her back so tenderly, taking his time despite the obvious urgency he was feeling inside—he was feeling hot all over.

She was baffled. How was this even possible? This was so much more than she remembered when they kissed in the past. Had he always tasted this delicious?

His hands that were once on her face slowly slid down to her body, exploring the sides of her torso, her arms, and her back. His touch felt so good just like his tasteful kisses. 

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She broke the kiss and looked at him as if she was trying to understand the electrifying sensation she was feeling all over her. However, he only allowed her for a second before he pulled her back to him again and deepened the kiss—her dreamy eyes as she gazed at him just a second ago made him go crazy.

Gael drew her to his lap until she straddled on top of him. She threaded her fingers through his hair, sending fûcking tingles down his groin. He gripped her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth and gave hers a soft stroke, making her moan. 'Fûck.' That did it for him.

In the next second, he effortlessly carried her to the bed and laid her down in the middle of it—all without breaking their kiss.

He held his weight with his arms while he hovered over her, but Angela wanted more of him as she eagerly tugged him towards her. He groaned when he felt her hand graze the skin on his waist.

His hand wandered down her body, skimming until his fingers found the hem of her shirt and she moaned when he caressed her waist just as she laced her leg behind him.

Her heart frantically drummed against her chest. It was as if she was chasing and being chased at the same time. He slightly pulled back, pressed his lips on the corner of her mouth, then he trailed kisses along her jaw, and down to her neck. Angela tilted her head to give him more access, her toes curling every time his open-mouth kisses touched her skin.

She was breathless and her head was spinning, unsure if she was too drunk from the shots or too drunk in lust. "Gael…" she subconsciously called his name.

It was as if he was being summoned. His name on her lips sounded so exotic, so sexy and crisp, so gentle yet oddly demanding, so… so right. It was as though his name was made for her to call. He had never loved his name being said like Angela did.

He captured her lips once more. This time, he kissed her fervently like she was his source of oxygen. And her response only made him want her more.

Kissing her was like tasting every color of the rainbow. Like drinking the most exquisite whiskey. He felt a surge of warmth enveloping his entire being as if for the first time, he finally found where he belonged. Right here. Right now.

But just before they could go any further, Gael's phone rang. A familiar ringtone sounded that made his body go rigid. 'Shît,' he cursed in his thoughts.

He reluctantly broke their kiss and he snapped his head to the phone that was on the nightstand where he clearly saw the caller I.D. flashing on the screen. His jaw clenched as he contemplated answering it.

Seeing him silently debate with himself, Angela couldn't tell what he was thinking. Her vision was spinning, so she closed her eyes and lowered her hands that were on his shoulders to the side. "You should answer it," she slurred.

"I'm sorry," he whispered just before he got out of bed. Then he grabbed his phone and headed out the door.

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