Falcon's Angel by Danita Minnis Page B

been hard for you to lose your friend.” His lips were inches away from her neck. He picked up a white carton on the counter. “I know what will make you feel better,” he whispered in her ear.
    Still holding onto the dish she’d put on the drainer, she stared at him.
    He’d brought her back from the sadness that had threatened to take her away from him. Satisfied, he took her hand off the dish and led her to the sofa.
    They sat in front of the television with the open box of cannolis between them.
    “These are so-ooo-o good,” Angelina mumbled through a mouthful.
    “Told you.” He wiped away her mustache of powdered sugar and then licked it off his finger.
    Angelina stopped chewing.
    He watched her tongue lick her upper lip in a slow, unconscious slide. In that moment, he knew she craved his touch as much as he wanted to sink deep inside her.
    He had monitored beautiful criminals before and had always been able to keep his emotions separate. But Angelina was not what he’d expected. For her sake, he’d lived in agony these past weeks with the white-hot current running between them.
    This was a rare, conscientious courtship for him. It was blurring the lines, making him forget the crime she was connected to and the reason he was staying with her in this apartment.
    He wanted her so badly that he’d already done to her all that he wanted to in his mind. He was tired of taking his sexual frustrations out on the weights. He wanted to exercise with her now.
    “Is it all gone?” Her eyes dropped to his lips.
    “Come here, let me see.” He spread his arms wide, beckoning her to sit on his lap.
    Angelina settled against his legs and smoothed the linen dress down with shaking hands. His fingers rubbed slow circles over her back, bringing her closer until she put her arms around his neck.
    He loosened her hair from the topknot and the length of it fell over his hands as he massaged her scalp with his fingers. “It’s all gone, Angel.”
    He cupped her head, bringing her lips closer. His chocolate kiss mingled with her vanilla. Her hands were no longer shaking as they slid into his hair.
    They leisurely licked each other’s lips until that wasn’t enough, and then he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
    Angelina leaned back in his arms, and he trailed soft kisses down her neck and burrowed face-first into the v-neck front of her dress. Her warm, scented skin was as sweet as the sugar-coated cannolis.
    Her eyes held a need that rivaled his own and her labored breathing matched his, but still, he wanted her to be as sure of this, her first time, as he was.
    “Angelina, stop me now if you’re not ready for this. I will wait for you if I have to.”
    “God, haven’t we waited long enough?” She pulled him up to press her lips against his.
    He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. With lips locked, he laid her on the bed. He pulled the dress down her slim hips and straddled her. She pulled him down.
    “My beautiful Angel,” Her breasts were heavy in his hands, creamy white with rose tips. He buried his face in them, and his nostrils filled with that warm, musky scent she’d worn the night he had backed her up against the church wall.
    “Tony,” Angelina gasped when he drew on one hard peak with his lips, turning the tip into a pearl.
    He wanted more of her and moved lower, his hands caressing every inch of her. He licked her skin, sweeping over her abdomen, navel, and the gentle curve of her hip.
    She was a smorgasbord of textures and flavors, soft to the touch, velvety in some areas, feathery silk in others, warm vanilla here, sweet butter there.
    He could feel her trembling underneath him, but he wasn’t close enough to her skin yet.
    He pulled off his T-shirt.
    Angelina sat up to watch him, running her hand along the skin he bared. There was no fear in her eyes. This felt as right to her as it did to him.
    The jeans came off and he covered her.
    “Yes-sss…” Her content sigh said all that was