Sweet Temptation

CHAPTER 7

Angelina was glad to see the last of her hotel. The idea of staying with Micah comforted her way more than she would have liked to admit, but the truth was he made her feel safe. He’d always made her feel safe.

Plus she intended to see him often, and if she was staying with him, she wasn’t exactly going to have to work hard at that goal any longer.

Now she wouldn’t worry about her paranoia about being followed from Miami. She’d no longer be alone.

She leaned back against the couch in Micah’s living room and let out a small sigh of contentment.

Micah eyed her from his perch in the recliner as he pointed the remote at the TV and changed the channel for the thirtieth time in the last half hour.

“What are you looking so happy for?”

She raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Suspicious much? I was just thinking that it’s nice not to be alone.”

For a moment it looked like he was going to say something, but then his lips closed into a firm line. Finally he lowered the remote and turned his head in her direction.

“You aren’t alone, Angel,” he said gruffly. “We’ll work it out for you here. You can stay with me until you’re on your feet and then we can find you a good place to live. Have you thought about what you’re going to do yet?”

“Oh, I’ve got a job already,” she said cheerfully.

“You do?”

She would have thought he’d look more enthused, given that she was going to be living in his apartment. He looked warily at her as he waited for her to expound.

“I picked up a waitressing job that was within walking distance of the hotel. Of course now I’ll have to drive.”

Micah was shaking his head before she ever finished.

“No. Not no, but hell no.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You aren’t working in that neighborhood. Christ, Angel, use your head. A gorgeous young girl walking to work in that area? I don’t even want you driving. You’re just asking for trouble.”

She smiled. “Am I?”

He looked thoroughly confused. “Are you what?”

“Gorgeous.”

Micah swore and closed his eyes.

“Why do you fight your attraction to me so hard?”

“I am not attracted to you,” he muttered.

“Liar,” she mocked. “You may not want to want me. But you do.”

“Why are you doing this?” he demanded.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, Micah.”

He opened his mouth then snapped it shut again. He looked frustrated enough to strangle her.

“You’re right. This isn’t something we should be discussing.”

“Oh, but I’d love to discuss it,” she persisted. “Even better, I’d love to dispense with conversation altogether and let our bodies do the talking.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Disbelief shadowed his voice, and he looked almost bewildered.

She smiled. “Don’t forget it.”

“You sidetracked me on purpose,” he accused.

She gave him an innocent look.

“I don’t want you taking that job, Angel. You could find another one close by here. Even if it took you a few weeks. You know I’ll help you.”

“I have no doubt you would,” she said calmly. “I can find a job here if it’ll make you feel better.”

Relief shone stark on his face. He really had been worried.

“I’ll start looking tomorrow while you’re at work.”

He looked disgruntled for a moment, and she laughed.

“Tell me you didn’t think you were going to babysit me twenty-four seven.”

He glared at her and turned back to the TV.

“I think I’ll go to bed,” she said as she stood.

She stretched lazily, forcing Micah’s attention back to her. His gaze was warm on her skin. She walked over to the recliner, and before he could react, she slid onto his lap, dangling her legs over the side of the chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him forward to meet her lips.

He was as stiff and unyielding as cement. Her tongue flitted out to playfully lave over his closed lips. The nearly violent thud of his pulse signaled that he was definitely not immune to her.

“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Forget everything but the fact that there’s you and me. Kiss me.”

With a tortured groan, he gave in, opening his mouth to take control of the kiss. She melted against him with a deep sigh. Their tongues met in a heated rush. Like chocolate melting in the sunshine. Sweet. Strong. A little wild.

Her fingers rolled and twisted the hair at his nape while his hands rested at the small of her back, his arms across the tops of her thighs.

She wanted them to move. Wanted him to touch her, to take an active part beyond returning her kiss. But she knew he wouldn’t, just as she knew the instant that the moment was over.

He yanked away, his breath coming in a ragged gasp. His eyes were wild-looking, the pupils dilated, making his brown eyes appear black.

“No. No,” he ground out. “We can’t do this, Angel.”

Silently, she slid from his lap, gaining her footing with trembling legs. She wouldn’t look at him, refused to acknowledge the regret she knew she’d see in his eyes.

Never once looking back, she walked stiffly toward her bedroom, her hands fisted at her sides.

“Angel,” he said in a hoarse, needy voice.

She froze and waited, but he didn’t call her back. Her shoulders slowly drooping downward, she continued her path to the bedroom. When she was inside, she quietly closed the door behind her.

With a dry laugh, she dropped onto the bed. She was probably the first woman Micah had ever said no to. He was a complete and utter pushover when it came to females. He loved them, protected them and didn’t care who knew it.

So why couldn’t he see her? Why couldn’t he love her, desire her, get past the fact that she was David’s sister?

What she needed was a sledgehammer and then she could beat some sense into his thick head.

There were different kinds of sledgehammers, and she’d have to make do with the metaphorical kind. Micah might not see her, might not want to see her, but he wasn’t blind nor was he immune to her as a woman.

She had an edge over most females because she knew what made him tick. Now she just had to use that knowledge to her advantage.