Excerpt from Lucifer’s Angel by Kaenar Langford, final edition may differ.

Chapter One

He had that look about him—those worn jeans, the white t-shirt stretched across his wide chest, the black boots, the leather jacket. She knew he was trouble as soon as she heard the Harley approach but after waiting hours in the sun next to her broken-down car, she would have welcomed Lucifer himself. Then he took off his helmet—coal black hair streaming down his back, piercing blue eyes that leisurely swept down her body—and as those eyes met hers she realized it was Lucifer and she was in big trouble!

He knew she was trouble the minute he saw her, the setting sun creating a halo around her red-gold hair. She was petite and curvy and she looked very annoyed. She was wearing a simple black flowing skirt and a little black t-shirt but he couldn’t help but grin when he realized she was wearing high lace-up leather boots. Just what he needed, trouble in the shape of a sexy, little angel.

Setting his helmet on the seat, he turned and began to walk toward her. As he approached, she backed up a few steps, then gathering her courage she stopped and looked up at him. He understood her nervousness and smiled to reassure her.

What a smile! It was meant to reassure her but it looked like an open invitation to sin. As he smiled, a sudden wind swirled around them and Gabriel reached out to touch her hair as it blew tiny curls loose from her hairclip and around her face. His gentle touch startled her and he dropped his hand, the moment gone.

He didn’t need this complication. He needed to get on his bike and keep going. It was the only way to outrun his demons.

He may have looked like Lucifer but he knew he couldn’t just leave her there. “Do you need a lift?” he asked. It was a simple enough question but asked in that low, rough voice, it conjured up all kinds of images in her head of the places he could lift her to—onto a bed, onto a table, onto a counter, onto his lap while they were both naked.

Shaking her head to dispel those images, she nodded. She didn’t know him, she didn’t know where he was going or where he had been but she did know that the devil was calling her and her answer was definitely yes. She shivered in anticipation.

Gabriel saw her shiver, felt her arousal but tried to ignore her reaction. He needed to keep moving if he wanted to keep ahead of his sins. Instead, with a soft sigh, he took off his worn leather jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

Wrapped in the warmth of his body and the smell of his skin, Mariah felt her thighs clench and her nipples pebble as she tried to gain control of her body. She couldn’t explain her reaction to this stranger but she felt edgy with unwanted desire. “My car broke down,” she said more sharply than intended. She was feeling prickly from waiting in the hot sun so long and from her heightened awareness of this man. She didn’t want him to see how off-balance he made her feel. “I’ve been waiting hours for someone to drive by. I just want to get home.”

“No need to bite my head off. I was just offering to help,” he said, putting up his hands defensively. “I’m just as happy to leave you here if you really want to know the truth.” He took his coat from around her shoulders and began to walk back to his bike. Mariah bit her lip as she watched him stride away. He didn’t really mean to leave her here, did he? He put on his jacket and reached for his helmet. She wanted to let him go but the die was cast as soon as she laid eyes on him.

“Wait!” she called. He turned back to look at her. “Sorry,” she said awkwardly. “I’m not usually so rude.”

“Really? How rude are you usually?” he said, trying to bite back a smile.

“What!” she sputtered. Then she began to laugh. “I’m not usually rude at all but you just seem to bring out the worst in me. Could I please get a lift with you?”

“Sure. I couldn’t leave you here anyway. Anything you need from the car?”

“I just need to grab my bag,” she said and turned toward the car, trying to gain her equilibrium. As she opened the door and bent to retrieve her purse, that devilish wind swirled around her and lifted her skirt above those high, lace-up boots. He had trouble swallowing as the wind caressed first her gorgeous thighs encased in black stockings then the little black garter belt and tiny, lacy black thong. Mariah turned toward him, hoping he had missed the revelation but one look at his hungry face and she knew he had seen it all.

All he could think of was bending her over the hood of the car and running his hands up her long legs. She may have been petit but those legs went on forever. He wanted to cover her with his body and pin her hands above her head as he kissed the nape of her neck and traced the curve of her ear with his tongue. He wanted to loosen her hair and let it fall down her back. How long was it? Was it long enough to reach the curve of her bum? He wanted to sift his hands through it and feel its softness against his hands, against his face. He wanted to run his hands down her back, over her cheeks and lift her skirt. He wanted to linger on that soft skin just above her stockings, linger on it first with his hands and then with his tongue and then use his tongue to trace the cleft of her bum. He would gently lap along her crease and move her thong aside with his tongue. He wanted to lick her secret folds and taste her cream. He smiled as he wondered if he could bring her to orgasm with just his tongue.

Mariah wondered what was going through his head. One moment he looked like he wanted to devour her then the next he smiled. He took her purse and put it into one of the saddlebags.

“Let’s get going,” he said roughly. “Do you have someone you can call to come and get your car?”

“I hate cell phones,” she retorted. “I’ll call the garage later. I just want to get home.”

“How far do we need to go?” he enquired. Mariah couldn’t help but laugh as she thought about how far they needed to go. He would peel off that white t-shirt and reveal his gorgeous chest. Next he would loosen his hair and let it fall around his shoulders and down his back. He would pop the buttons on his jeans and slide them down... She looked up to see him watching her. Could he see what was in her mind? What was it that made her even think like that? She had seen handsome men before but none of them had ever made her feel the things he did.

“I meant how far is it to your house?” he asked, grinning at her. He knew exactly what was going through her head—the same thoughts were going through his. As soon as he had uttered the words, he knew he needed to go all the way with her. He needed to see what else was under those prim clothes. Those prim clothes and the sexy underwear—what a contradiction she was! Was she wearing a little lacy bra that matched her garter belt and that tiny thong? Would it be one of those little bras where her nipples were not quite hidden and he would be able to see them peeking out? Would her nipples be a dusky rose color? Would they be brown? Would they be pink? He’d love to see what she looked like wearing nothing but that sexy underwear along with the black stockings and the lace-up boots. He’d like to peel off her little thong and have her sit down on a chair. He’d kneel in front of her and put her foot in his lap so he could undo those damn boots for her. As he unlaced the boots he could look at her beautiful pink folds and see her desire oozing out. He shook his head as his thoughts returned to the present and realized that just the thought of this woman and what he could do with her were enough to make him as hard as stone.

Mariah blushed at the direction of her thoughts and how easily he was able to read them and mirror them in his gaze. “Just a few miles further and then off to the right.” Gabriel looked at her, lost in his erotic thoughts. “We need to go a few miles further then turn off to the right to get to my house.” Gabriel strode over to the bike to retrieve his helmet, trying to get his unruly cock to obey him as he turned his back. Mariah stood there waiting. Softening his tone, he held out his helmet and said, “Here. Put this on.”

“No. You need it!” she said, shoving it back at him.

“I’ll be all right. It’s not too far, is it?” he asked, cradling the helmet in the crook of his arm.

“Once we turn off the highway just before Hopeville, it’s only another couple of miles.”

“How far to Hopeville?”

“About three miles.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, handing her the helmet and waiting for her to put it on and do it up. Mariah realized it was easier to just put the helmet on than argue with him. Gabriel straddled the bike and motioned for her to get on behind. Mariah threw her leg over the seat and wrapped her arms around him. She could feel the heat from him warming her chest and sending flames through her body. She could feel the delineation of every muscle in his chest and wanted to follow them first with her hands and then with her mouth as she kissed her way down his chest, licking and nibbling each muscle. She wanted to lift his t-shirt and put her mouth to the soft skin of his back. As he put the bike in motion, his hair blew up around her and gently touched her face as if he were caressing her jaw.

She had heard somewhere that men like to ride a Harley because they get a hard-on from it. She wanted to slide her hands down and cup him. Would he be long and hard and straining the front of his jeans? She would love to trace the outline with her fingers and feel his power beneath her hands. He was a big man. She remembered those hands as they’d reached out to touch her hair, big hands with long, tapered fingers. Was the rest of him big too? She imagined his beautiful cock—long and thick and pulsing with life. With the vibration of the bike, she could imagine that great big cock sliding in and out of her. She could imagine him sliding those hands down her throat, along her collarbone, over her breasts. She could imagine those big hands caressing her stomach then his thumb circling her clit as he leisurely stroked in and out of her.

“How much further?” Gabriel called, drawing her out of her musings. He could barely keep his attention focused on the road. Her small hands were clutched around his waist but all he could think of was having them clutched around his straining cock. He loved the hard-on he got from riding his Harley but coupled with the attention his dick seemed to be paying to his passenger, he was hard almost to the point of pain. He wanted her to slide her hands down and feel what her nearness did to him. He wanted her to feel how long he was, how thick he was and to wonder if she could even take all of him inside her. He could feel her legs against his and imagined her naked sex pressed against his backside. He wondered if it was flushed and liquid—eager for the thrust of him inside her.

“How much further?” he called back to her again. He would need to reposition his cock if this journey took much longer.

“There’s an old stand of trees just up ahead on the right. You should be able to see them even though it’s getting dark so turn right just after we pass them.” Gabriel spotted the old trees silhouetted against the darkening sky and slowed down. As he leaned into the turn, her body slid forward to press more firmly against his. Gabriel nearly groaned aloud as she planted herself against him. He hoped it wasn’t much further since he didn’t know how much more of this torture he could take. They traveled another couple of miles when Mariah patted him on the shoulder.

“Those lights up ahead on the left,” she called into his ear. “Turn in there.” He drove up a long laneway and pulled to a stop near the house. There was just enough light to make out a barn and some out-buildings as he pulled up in front of an older farm house. It had a big, wide front porch with an old-fashioned swing on it. As he turned off the bike and got off, Mariah wondered what she was doing here, miles from the nearest town with a man she didn’t even know. She knew what she was doing but she didn’t know if she could go through with it. She didn’t know this man but she certainly knew what she wanted from him. She got off the bike and turned to look at him. After the constant noise and vibration from the bike, the stillness and calm were almost eerie. A dog barked in the distance and some night birds called but her house was quiet and still.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said, taking off the helmet and handing it to him.

“It’s Gabriel, Gabriel Blackburn,” he replied as he took it from her and set it on the seat. She began to laugh. She had thought he was Lucifer but he carried the archangel Gabriel’s name.

“Why is my name so funny?”

“Well. I thought it might be Lucifer or Merlin, the way you came out of nowhere and swept me off.” Gabriel threw back his head and laughed then he put his arm behind her knees and lifted her into his arms. “I bet you don’t even have enough sense to lock your front door, do you, little girl?”

“I never felt the need. I always figured trouble would get in whether the door was locked or not.” Gabriel smirked at her.

“You ain’t seen trouble yet.” He climbed the steps to her front door with her in his arms then let her slide down his body to open the door for them. She couldn’t miss his raging erection. He wanted her to know what trouble felt like, what it smelled like, what it tasted like. As she opened the screen door, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. “Tell me your name isn’t Angel!” he demanded.

“No,” she laughed. “It’s not Angel. Is that how you see me, as an angel?”

“I see you in lots of ways,” he countered. “On the table, on the floor, on a rug in front of a fireplace and even on a bed, preferably with your wings spread wide open for me.”

“My name isn’t Angel and I’m no angel. In fact when I’m around you I feel quite devilish. My name is Mariah Forrester and now that introductions are over let’s go inside!”

Copyright 2007 Kaenar Langford