ANGEL
I kissed him back. Tasted him. He growled into my mouth and the kiss turned feral — teeth and tongues and fury. . . Something underneath that was starving.
He pressed me further onto the couch and his weight came down on me. His hips landed between my thighs and I felt him — hard, straining, pressed against my soaked underwear through his pants.
And just when I was starting to get used to his taste, my mind already conditioning that I was getting f****d, he pulled back from the kiss.
I made a sound — needy, desperate — and reached for him.
He stood up abruptly, looking down at me.
“Don’t move.” He commanded with the same dangerous calm I’d learned to recognize.
My hazy eyes followed him as he walked to the bar.
He ignored the impatience burning through me and poured himsel
