Chapter 18

Gabriel pulls off to the roadside and parks his car, leaving the engine on. That's probably my cue to depart. When I moved to open the door, I get a strange feeling within, almost like I'm missing him. What exactly is this man up to with me? I mentally grumble. I return his grin, only to discover him staring straight ahead, his jaw set, his knuckles white, and his grasp on the driving wheel strong. If I consider his rage appealing, he'll be the end of me eventually. "Thanks for the trip; I'll see you later." I hurriedly exit the vehicle.
I had just gone up towards my door and pulled out my keys while I was turned and gently shoved up against it, closing the car door. I raise my gaze to Gabriel, who stares deep at me with dark green eyes flecked with searing gold. I'm amazed at how they're both amazed and perplexed by how his eye colors are gold! When a raindrop drops on my lashes, I blink and glance up to watch it begin to rain softly. Gabriel places his arms on each side of me, violating my personal space and overwhelming my senses with his perfume. The woodsy, manly aroma with a dash of fresh mint almost makes me sigh.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I stutter and push him back with my fingers on his chest. He intertwines my hands with his before placing them on the door frame behind me. "I'm looking for something from you." "Are you a thief?" Raindrops land  from my eyes and slide down my cheeks, and I gasp. "I don't have any cash on me, so l-leave me alone!" Of course, I'm lying. I have ten bucks stashed in the left pocket of my jeans, and I'm not handing it to him! Returning my gaze to him, I observe his surprise as he frowns at me. "I'm not interested in your money."
"Is it then my car, because you know it's in the shop for repairs? You won't be able to use my laptop since I need it for homework - honestly, take it as an excuse and –" "Do you mind if I kiss you?" Gabriel interrupts me, virtually shutting off my breath flow when I heard what he demands. I'm hyperventilating on the inside. Is he trying to kiss me like Amanda Thomas? Is this Specimen of a guy, who has the ability to get any woman he desires, wanting to kiss me? "No, you can't," I say. I take a deep breath and blink.
He takes a step forward, getting dangerously near to me. Our breaths mingle in the frigid air as we look at each other, face to face, chest to chest. Rain falls down on us, wetting our flesh and causing our garments to attach to our bodies, but all I can feel is his body's warmth. He rubs his fingers through his hair, but it doesn't prevent the strands from falling back onto his brow. My hand itchs to touch them, so I fight the urge. "And why not?"  He inquires, almost enraged.
Despite the rain, his rich voice eventually reaches my ears. I refuse to respond, too humiliated by my lack of experience with males, as I stare at the vacant street to my right. But he doesn't give up; I feel him move his body against mine, surprising me with the flames and tingles that dance over my skin in delight as our bodies make contact. "Amanda," he begins sarcastically as he watches my gaze meet his. "If you don't respond to my question right now, I'll kiss you."
"Dad said boys had cooties, right?" I give a cheeky smile, thinking he'll think it's a sufficient reason to not kiss me. Whom am I fooling? I'm a complete moron. He presses in closer, causing me to bite my lower lip as the fire from his touch travels throughout my body. As he stares at me, his eyelids are wet, and he has an intense, almost begging look on his face that makes me want to play it safe and jump him. His lips are instantly on my cheek, trailing across my flesh to roll past my ear, feather light. When he talks, his tone is a spicy, seductive deep whisper in the breeze. "Then let me show you, baby, that daddy is incorrect." Oh. Fuck. I'm quite sure my hormones just blasted due to his voice, and I'm not even interested in finding out what would occur to my body if he kissed me. When my mind recognizes his words, I want to drag him inside my flat. "Thank you, but I guess I'll put my confidence in my father rather than you." Why don't you go home with you and your cooties? " I chirp as I turn around to unlock my door, only to find myself pressed against the wall. "How about I put a stop to your smart mouth?" He advises, binding my hands to the door over my head, with a deeper meaning to his remarks. "Great! "Dominos should still be open; could you please get me a Big Mac with chips?" He stares at me, his emerald eyes dangerously sparkling at my grin. His eyes flicker, and I turn to the right, awaiting his next move, as he presses forth and kisses me, just for his lips to rest on my cheek. His head sinks down, growling angrily, but I move my head towards the left in time for those lips of his to contact my cheek once again. When he grabs my chin with one hand and holds me in place with an arrogant grin on his lips, his gaze taunts me now that I'm stuck. I gasp. "Ugh!" I successfully shoved him away. "Happy? I've never been kissed before. This is very humiliating. "Why can you not just let-God, you're so insistent." As he draws me into his arms, his lips brush against mine, and I let out a shocked whimper.
I pause for a while before nervously placing my arms around his neck as I kiss him back, hoping I'm doing everything correctly. He licks my lower lip, then bites down on it, coaxing my lips. The kiss is absolutely sweet and slow, and the rain has long since passed us by. He softly bites down on my lower lip and tugs, causing me to gasp, which allows him to sneak his tongue inside my mouth. As if our bodies crushed together weren't near enough, I hear him sigh, which is accompanied by my moan as he pulls me closer.
The passion with which we began quickly fades as he continuously pecks my lips, as if he just can't have enough, and I realize myself moving away for air. But he doesn't stop there; his lips continue to trace a fiery route down my neck, finally returning to kiss my lips once again. Our breaths escape through tight pants, pressed against one another's foreheads, and closed eyes. My lips are painted with a sweet grin as I realize Gabriel is my first kiss. It's safe to say that my heart is racing right now.
"Are you sure you've never been kissed?" Gabriel grins at me and laughs as I sheepishly nod before touching my lips. "Remember, I'm the only one who gets to kiss your lips." Understand? " I raise my eyes to his, wide-eyed, before nodding dazedly and blinking away the droplets that fall on my eyelids. He sighs and curses under his breath, then reaches down to kiss my lips again... and again... and again... until I finally shove him away, chuckling. Immediately, he steps back, and the cool breeze brushes my lips, making me tremble at the lack of contact.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she says. Before heading back to his car, he whispers and tucks a damp strand of my hair behind my ear. Before I hear the noise of the engine drift away into the distance, he stays until I'm safely inside. After locking the door and turning on the lights, I put my head on the wood. I'm ecstatic on the inside as I brush my lips, which are still tingling. Gabriel Silva's lips are the same ones that have just been kissed. Dare I claim I'm hungry for more?