"I…" Angela swallowed. She was so overwhelmed that her mind became muddled. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say." Gael was quiet, and her heart thundered that she was afraid he would hear it. "I'm so nervous I'm afraid to talk."

"Then don't. I'm not forcing you to tell me anything." His voice was gentle; it broke her heart.

Seconds passed as they continued to look into each other's eyes. Hers fell on his lips and her heart raced. Then she told him, "I'm dying to kiss you."

One minute, Gael was confessing his feelings, and the next, he was pushing Angela's chair back, reclining it all the way down, and then moving on top of her.

Still trying to absorb everything he told her a few seconds ago, she didn't have time to respond when he crashed his lips to hers. Angela swore Gael was trying to suck the life out of her with the way he plunged his tongue into her mouth. He tasted dark and sweet like the wine they finished before leaving the table.

He ravaged her like he was still hungry and they hadn't just left the restaurant—like his confession wasn't over yet, and this was a continuation of it.

She could barely keep up with the way he professed his feelings and emotions in his actions—as if his kisses and touches weren't fast enough for him.

Angela let him worship her as he shoved her dress up, tore her lace thong with his bare hands, and then buried his face between her legs. She gasped and bucked against his lips as he worked on her like his life depended on it. This was the first time that they did it out in public where someone could see them. She had to admit, the thrill of getting caught was only fueling her urge to come, so she didn't stop him. She wanted this.

He always knew what to do that she could feel herself trembling towards orgasm when he had just started. This man was a magician, and she was completely under his spell.

Gael lifted his gaze while his tongue lapped over her swollen clit, and his fingers were inside her. His eyes were glazed and dark and full of lust as they exchanged heated stares. There was something so erotic about watching him eating her up. He wasn't kidding about wanting her as his dessert and he was enjoying this as much as she did—probably even more than her.

He parted her thighs until she was completely spread-eagled in front of his face, her right foot flush against the AC on the dashboard while her left rested against the wheel. Gael didn't activate the tinted windows, so if someone were to pass by, they'd certainly see what's up—even his men from the vehicle behind them might already be aware.

Angela didn't care about any of that. At the moment, she was far too busy chasing her high, grabbing his hair, and riding his face. She didn't like cursing but in her head, 'Fuck everything and fuck them', as tingles bubbled at the bottom of her spine. Her head tilted back as she moaned every time his tongue flicked on her, the words he said earlier swirling in her head like a chant and pushing her further to the edge like an aphrodisiac.

She was pretty sure that even though he didn't say the three magic words, he still meant the same. For some reason, hearing the words he said instead felt more genuine than the three words she thought he'd say. And God, she wanted to tell him she loved him even if he didn't tell her first. He bore himself to her, leaving both of them totally vulnerable.

Heat crept down to her sensitive area, and she was gasping for air, desperate for release. "Oh... Gael... Ahhh!!!"

She was about to explode and he felt it as he increased the pace and grunted against her flesh—that sent her screaming and moaning his name as she came onto his mouth, bucking and writhing as she rode the waves of her orgasm, not even realizing that her foot pressed on the horn, creating a long beep that broke the silence in the dark and empty park.

The back-breaking orgasm Gael wrenched out of Angela punctuated his confession. What a way to end their date night.

Or so she thought.

"Let's go home," he said after wiping his lips with the back of his hand and smoothening her dress back to cover her up. He kept her torn panties in his pocket—as usual.

"What about you? Let me take care of you…" she said, still panting while coming down from her peak. She attempted to get up, but her legs were jelly from the explosion.

He shook his head, grinning as he kissed her on the lips. She could taste and smell herself on him—sweet and vanilla. "You will. But you have to wait. We still have something to try when we get home."

Angela's heart thumped in her chest. The gift he gave that morning. She had just come down from the high, and she was now brimming in anticipation. 'God, what has this man turned me into?'

As Gael settled back in the driver's seat, he checked the rear-view mirror and noticed that his security had backed up even further away that they were nearly blocked by a large tree. They'd done so the moment he moved to Angela's side. His men had the decency to give him and Angela more privacy even when he didn't ask them to—as they should.

She managed to compose herself, her cheeks still flushed as she adjusted her seat back upright and then faced him. "About what you said…"

He looked at her and smiled. Reaching up to her face, he brushed his thumb across her lips and told her, "I told you what I wanted to tell you. It doesn't mean I'm asking you to tell me anything when you aren't ready yet. Take your time, Angel. I'm not going anywhere."