Page 94 of Crow
CHAPTER16
When Angie opened the door,Crow stood with arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on her. She didn’t say a word but unlatched the screen door then stepped aside as he entered the townhouse.
“Come here,” he said, reaching out for her.
In one fluid movement, he grasped her arm and pulled her against his hard body. Angie leaned into him, burying her face into his shirt and inhaling the now familiar scent of his cologne. Strong arms curled tightly around her, and for the first time that day, she felt safe and comforted.
“Angie.” Crow’s husky voice was edged with concern and desire. A soft sigh escaped her lips while he stroked the side of her face with his thumb.
She tipped her head back and was met by dark brown eyes that took her breath away. Scanning her face, Crow gently wiped away the single tear trailing down her cheek.
“Don’t cry,” he said in a low voice.
“I’m trying not to.” Angie’s voice quivered.
He lowered his head, and she watched his lips descend to hers. She wanted to kiss him. At that moment, sheneededit more than anything.
“Let me take the pain away,” Crow whispered, the warmth of his breath caressing her lips.
And then he kissed her. Gently at first, then with more urgency as he slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth, coaxing her to let him in. She parted her lips and he delved in, exploring every inch as needles of pleasure pricked all the nerves in her body.
Feeling weak in the knees, Angie shifted her weight into his body. She entwined her arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently, losing herself in his embrace. Time stood still, and all sadness, horror, and pain melted away as Crow held her close, his mouth a burning flame on her own.
“You’re irresistible,” he said between kisses, moving his hands down her back and cupping her behind. “Fucking irresistible.” He rubbed his erection against her.
A douse of reason invaded the lustful fog that surrounded Angie, and she placed her palms against his chest and pushed away.
“I can’t. Not like this … Not now.” She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, her lips swollen from tasting him.
He nodded and stepped back. “I’m not gonna push you to do something you don’t wanna do.”
“The timing isn’t right.” She chewed the cuticle on her index finger. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. I get it.” Crow looked over her shoulder toward the kitchen. “Do you have any booze? I think we could use some about now.” A smile tugged at his lips.
Grateful that he hadn’t made the situation any more awkward than it already was, she moved toward the kitchen.
“How’s wine?”
“Nothing harder?” he asked, following her.
“I may have some tequila.” She opened a cupboard.
“That’ll do.”
Angie pulled out a bottle of Jose Cuervo and two mini bottles of Jack Daniels, then placed them on the island. “Which do you prefer?”
Crow leaned against the granite top. “Both,” he said, snatching the tequila in one hand and the shots in the other.
Laughing, she took out a tumbler, opened another bottle of Chianti, and made her way into the family room to join him on the couch.
Not trusting herself, she sank down on the other end of the sofa, then poured some wine into the long-stem glass.
“I’m not gonna mess with you, Angie. You don’t have to sit so damn far. I won't push a woman if she doesn’t want it.”
Angie shifted on the cushion as the heat rose in her cheeks. “I trust you.”
“Then you don’t trust yourself.” He tipped the miniature Jack Daniels in salute, then tossed back the whiskey in one gulp.
