Page 115 of Crow
At that moment, nothing else existed. There was no past, no future—only the here and now. Touching lips, heated desire, and explosive emotions were all that mattered.
She pulled at Crow’s shirt, and he rose to yank it off. A gasp escaped through Angie’s lips, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away. A nasty scar traveled from his ribcage to his belly button, muted by a sprinkling of tattoos and light chest hair. He looked like she’d imagined he would: rippling muscles, hard abs, and killer pecs. In a word, Crow was exquisite, and just looking at him made her mouth water.
He chuckled. “Like what you see?”
Glancing up, all Angie could do was nod.
“Now it’s my turn. I’ve wanted to see those tits for a long time, darlin’.”
She unfastened the clasp on her bra and shrugged out of it. Crow’s face went feral as his gaze locked on to her breasts, staring as if he wanted to devour them.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “They’re beautiful and so damn sexy.” Crow lay down alongside her, propped up on an elbow. “I’m gonna put my mouth all over your sweet body, starting here”—he traced a finger lightly over her shoulder—“then here”—he skimmed up to her collarbone—“and here.” He nestled his calloused finger between her breasts and drew her earlobe between his lips, gently sucking it.
“Crow,” she murmured as her index finger and thumb slowly pulled down the zipper of his jeans. Curling a hand around his straining erection, she felt him pulse through the soft cotton of his briefs.
“Fuck.” He hissed, then pulled back and gazed at her. He brought her hand up to his lips and peppered it with soft kisses. “We’ve got time for that. I want to taste all of you first.”
Crow firmly cupped her breasts in his hands, then bent his head and circled an aching nipple with the tip of his tongue while rolling the other between his index finger and thumb, pinching and teasing them into hard points.
Glancing up, his eyes locked with hers. “You’ve got great tits, baby.” Still holding her gaze, he drew one peaked bud between his lips and sucked deeply.
Angie gasped and arched her back, pushing deeper into his hot mouth. The fact that he watched while pleasuring her was sexy as hell. The men she’d been with before were more interested in their own sensations and needs, not hers.
He sucked harder on her nipples, and she moaned as jolts of ecstasy zinged across every nerve in her body.
“You like what I’m doing to you?”
“Yeah, it feels so good,” she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair.
“Damn, woman, I love the way your tits feel so fuckin’ soft, so perfect.”
Crow glided a hand from her breast, past her rib cage, then to her belly, where it lingered for a moment before sliding lower. He flicked open the button on her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and pushed inside, slipping his fingers beneath her panties and encasing one between her throbbing folds.
His touch was like a sparked match, igniting all her nerve endings. She moaned loudly, and his mouth was back on hers, swallowing all her cries of pleasure as he dipped inside.
“I love that you’re so wet for me,” he said huskily.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she breathed in his ear.
“We’ve been building up to this since we first saw each other, baby.” Then he kissed her again—hard and deep. When he pulled back, their gazes held, their lips raw with desire.
Angie grabbed at his unzipped waistband. Crow stood up, kicked off his boots and socks, then shrugged out of his jeans and boxer briefs. She took in all of him before her gaze landed on his long, thick dick, standing straight as an arrow, flat against his stomach.
“Wow,” she said. “You’re gorgeous.”
Laughing, he knelt next to her reclining body and ran his hand down her arm. “Glad you approve.”
“Oh, yeah, I definitely do.”
“But you’re still wearing too many clothes, babe.”
Angie pulled away from his touch, jumped up and wiggled out of her jeans, then tossed them aside. Just as she began to slide off her panties, Crow reached up and grabbed her hand.
“I’ll take those off. Get your pretty ass back down on the blanket.”
She laughed. “You’re one of the bossiest men I know.”
“Damn straight. Now spread those beautiful legs wide—real wide.”
