Page 119 of Crow
“Karma—I love it.” She chuckled.
“Yeah. You know, I was more pissed about them stealing my Harley than anything else. By the time she left, we were fighting almost daily. So, do you hear from fuckface?”
“No. I have no idea what Devon is doing, and I don’t care. For a while, Bria tried calling to apologize. She wrote me some letters, but I threw them away. What can she say in defense of what she did? Bria was supposed to have been my friend. Anyway, I’m over all that.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, I am,” she said, meaning it for the first time since that fateful wedding day.
“Come here.” Crow pushed the chair back.
Angie stepped over, and he cradled her in his lap. She snuggled against him, loving the feeling as he held her tight.
“How’re you right now with what we got going on?”
“I’m afraid,” she whispered.
“Own the fear, then kick its ass. Fear’s part of life. When we let it hold us back, it controls our life.”
“My mind knows that, but my heart is scared.”
He twisted his fingers in Angie’s hair and gently tugged her head back, then covered her lips with his. They kissed until she pulled away to catch her breath. She swung a leg over his lap to straddle him as sheer pleasure filled her body, then he captured her mouth again.
Crow pulled back, and they locked gazes. The heat in his eyes connected with something feral inside her. “Let me make you feel safe.” His hands slid down her back and cupped her behind, squeezing and caressing her. “Trust me.”
“I want to. Do you trust me?” she whispered.
“Yeah, I do. We need to let go of the bitterness from our past.”
“For the first time, I am, but it frightens me because we haven’t known each other that long.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. We both were with our exes for a long time and realized just how much we didn’t know them. I’m drawn to you, Angie. I can’t explain it, and I’ve tried to fight it, but it’s no use. My instincts tell me I’m where I need to be.”
“Mine do too. I tried to talk myself out of getting to know you, but deep inside, I’ve felt a connection. I mean, everywhere I went, we’d bump into each other. That’s got to say something.”
“Damn straight. Now let’s go upstairs and spend some more time getting to know each other.”
“The dishes.”
“That can wait.”
“But—”
He smothered the rest of her words with a passionate kiss. “I can please you without ever fucking your pussy with my cock. Trust me.”
“I do,” Angie said, sliding from his lap.
As they climbed the stairs to her bedroom, only stopping to kiss, Angie felt the barrier around her heart crack and break away. She’d survived the pain and sorrow from a failed relationship and was now free to love again, and it was glorious.
