He should stop, but Gabriel couldn't. No, he didn't want to. It felt like he had tasted Ambrosia, the drinks of the gods, and now he couldn't stop anymore. He wanted more. Every single cell in his body had come alive with that single kiss and he hummed with desire.
Zoe Clark tasted far better than he thought and he didn't care about the consequences, everything else be damned. To be honest, the kiss was meant to be feather light and brief, just enough contact to pass the message that he wasn't Gay. But then, when he heard her moan, every ounce of control he had left vanished to God knows where.
She was a temptation he couldn't resist. So here he was, moving his lips firmly against her and she released another of her sweet sounds that made his blood surge with desire and he could feel the lower part of his body rising to the occasion. Oh no, he should stop now before she's grossed out by that reaction. This has gone too far.
