Page 114 of Crow
“You know you do.” His lips crushed hers with a fierce demand that took her breath away. He kissed her again and again, his breathing as rapid and labored as hers.
Goosebumps prickled her skin, and she dug her fingernails into the back of his neck.
“Crow,” she whispered against his lips before slipping her tongue inside his mouth.
He delved in further, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. The sound drove Angie crazy as she clawed at his shoulders and nibbled his bottom lip.
“Angie,” he rasped, wrapping her hair around his hand and pulling firmly on it.
“I want you,” she said between breathy little moans.
Crow yanked her hair once again, sending pricks of pain and lust skittering across her skin.
“Are you sure, baby?” he gritted, biting kisses down her neck while his fingers gripped her ass, pushing her further into him.
Angie pulled his face closer to hers and urged him on, loving the twisted dance of their tongues, the hard edge of his teeth on her lower lip.
Crow lifted his head, his breath uneven as he dragged in some air. “You taste good. Fuck, Angie, I want you.” His lips skimmed hers, then moved over her jaw, dotting it with feathery kisses before he swept his mouth back to her and kissed her deeper and rougher.
She moaned in the back of her throat, melting, and a needful ache spiraled straight between her legs. Never had she been kissed this way.
Then he pulled away. Angie steadily inhaled and exhaled as she tried to calm herself, instantly missing the heat of his body.
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna grab a blanket from the saddlebags.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiled, then watched him disappear into the forest.
Angie walked over to the lake, bent down, and let the cool water run through her fingers.Am I really doing this?Her body screamedYes!But her pesky common sense began listing all the reasons why this was a bad idea. She stared at the hypnotic movement of the hydrilla fronds just below the water’s surface, glimmering faintly in the moonlight.
The heavy crunch of footsteps from behind made all thoughts scatter from her mind, and she looked over her shoulder and saw Crow approaching.
“Missed me?”
“Always,” she answered.
Angie watched as he spread the blanket on the ground, then he turned to her and extended his arm.
“Come here.”
Eyes locked on his, Angie strolled over and placed her hand in his. He took her in his arms and eased her down onto the blanket. Cupping her chin in his hand, he brought her face toward his and brushed his tongue over her lips. Crow’s gaze lingered on her mouth as his thumb caressed her bottom lip. She licked the tip with her tongue, and when he moved it into her mouth, moist lips captured it, sucking and biting.
“Fuck, baby, I want you,” he rasped, pushing her down.
“That’s nice,” she whispered while rubbing a thigh against his shaft.
His lips slid across hers. “You’re playing with fire.” His voice was harsh and grating as it smothered against her mouth.
“Maybe I want to.”
Angie glided a hand down past his chest and rubbed across his bulging jeans. Heat radiated from Crow as she slipped the other hand under his T-shirt and ran her fingers over the ridges of chiseled muscles.
He brought his mouth down over hers, taking her breath away. One of his hands remained pressed against her lower back while the other entangled the hair at the base of her neck, fusing their lips together.
Angie’s knee ground against the front of his jeans as his teeth nibbled on her lips, her ear, and her neck.
Crow reared back, moonlight casting shadows across his face. “Fuck, baby. I want to enjoyyoufirst.” Then pinned her with a wolfish, intense stare.
Without saying a word, Angie tugged at the hem of her top and quickly pulled it over her head, then grabbing him close, she kissed him urgently and passionately.
