Page 128 of Crow
“No, just relaxing and basking in your warmth and sexiness.”
“Oh, yeah?” He buried his scruffy chin in her neck as his thumb repeatedly grazed the tip of her peaked nipple. Running his fingers down her side, he gripped her hip and rubbed against her bottom.
A surge of desire shot through her. “Oh, yeah,” she whispered. Crow’s breath hitched when she reached behind and curled her fingers around his erection.
He rolled Angie onto her back and hovered over her body, eyeing her with pierced intensity.
“You’re so beautiful. You turn me inside out, woman. I burn raw … deep down inside.” His teeth nipped at her bottom lip and tugged; then, he bit and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, “Mine.”
While he worked his way down her body, giving it the same attention, Angie lost herself in the glorious sensations of Crow’s touch, waiting to be taken over the top.
* * *
Dominic satin the comfy armchair catty-corner from the couch with an ankle crossed over his knee, a finger tapping on the armrest, and his gaze fixed on Angie.
She clasped her hands in her lap, trying not to fidget, and leaned back against the sofa’s cushions.Dominic knows something. I don’t know what, but he’s not here on a social call.Sitting in silence while Dom tried to stare her down gave Angie a heavy, rolling feeling in her stomach. The inside of her mouth felt like it’d been stuffed full of cotton balls, and she brought the long-stemmed glass to her lips and took a drink.
“Don’t you want any of your wine?” she asked casually. “I bought that bottle from Piedmont Liquors the other day. It’s a tasty Napa Valley cabernet. Try it.” She picked up the wineglass again.
“Who’s the guy you’re dating?” he asked sharply.
Angie had nearly spit out her drink, but managing to swallow it down, she slowly placed the glass on the table and met his gaze.
“What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t try and bullshit me, Angie. Louie saw you on the back of a motorcycle the other day. Who is he?”
She nodded. “Oh, right, Iwason a motorcycle. It was fun. The weather was perfect for a ride.”
Dom narrowed his eyes. “So, what’s the story here?”
“There’s no story. I met a nice guy, and we’re going out. Nothing complicated.”
“Who the hell is he? Is he Italian?”
“He lives in Alina, and he isn’t Italian. He’s Irish.”
Dom nodded. “Okay, Irish is okay. Aunt Teresa married Uncle Fenton, and he’s Irish. And Luciana married that guy”—he snapped his fingers a few times, then pointed at her— “you know his name. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Shit, I hate that.”
“Patrick.”
“Right! Patrick. He’s Irish too. We got a lot of people by marriage who are Irish.”
“Dom, don’t already have me going down the aisle, okay?”
“I can tell you like this guy. You got that goofy look when you talk about him just like you did with that asshole you almost married.”
“We’re still getting to know each other.”
“What’s this guy’s name?”
“Cody … Byrne, but he goes by Crow, a nickname.”
“Crow? Does he look like a bird?”
Angie laughed. “No, but his hair is black, and in the sun, it has a bluish tint through it like a raven. Get it?”
Dom shrugged. “I guess. Seems kinda weird. What does he do?”
