Page 28 of A Murderous Crow
Chapter Thirteen
Savannah…
Oh, holy hell.I hadn’t expected any of that, and as I lay there, chest heaving, body still twitching from his glorious and not entirely unwelcome assault on it, I couldn’t help the suffusion of glow that rose up in me to meet his praise.
I couldn’t believe we’d just done that – in a restaurant, no less! I was terrified that someone out there had heard me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to worry about it just yet, as he took my hands and helped me to sit up.
“Take your time,” he urged.
His cock tented the front of his slacks, and I swallowed hard and triedveryhard not to look, as much as I tried not to think about how much I really wanted it right this minute. God, how I hoped that he would let it out, and slide it into me – but I was sure that was just the raging hormones thrust up to the surface by the burst of light that was the afterglow settling into my very bones.
“You good?” he asked me quietly, pressing the glass with the remainder of his bourbon into my hand. I swallowed itgratefully, hoping that it would do something,anything, to settle my jangling nervous system.
I nodded mutely.
He bent down and picked up my purse and the jeweler’s bag with my belongings in it, holding it out to me.
I took them and clutched them to my chest. He bent once more and held up my scrap of panties, making deliberate eye contact with me, before he stuffed them in his pocket.
“The bill and gratuity are paid,” he said. “When you’re ready, we’ll depart.”
“And go where?” I asked, breathy.
“For a walk,” he said with a slightly cruel smirk. “I don’t know about you, but back to my place sounds good. I’ve only just begun my fun.”
“I-I don’t know how I feel,” I said truthfully, trembling. He braced his hands on either side of my hips and leaned in, his lips by my ear. I could smell myself lightly perfuming his beard, and Ireallydidn’t know how I felt about that.
“Not what you expected?” he asked softly.
“No,” I confessed.
He got closer, and promised with all darkness intended, “It’s only just begun and it can and will be so much better.”
I swallowed hard, my libido just about throwing a goddamned parade, while my mind quailed from the thought in dismay.
I didn’t know if I was prepared to go any further than this with him. The thought positively terrified me, to be completely honest.
I tried to sort through the tangle and static of the sensations running through me, my better judgment, and my innermost dark thoughts and feelings urging me to take the risk.
He already was the best sex I’d ever had, hands down… but the problem I had was that I was completely unsure if I could keep things compartmentalized atjust sex.
Fuck!
Girl, it’s not like you have a choice,I reminded myself and slipped to the floor from the table, with a clack of my heels.
I set aside my purse and the jeweler’s bag, and huffed a breath, pulling down my skirt and smoothing it in place, ensuring nothing was hitched or stuck anywhere. Because that was all I would need, was to go downstairs past all those people who may or may not know what we’d been up to up here and give them a show to go along with whatever little audio drama they’d been subjected to over their dinners.
I ran fingers through my curls and huffed an intrepid breath before hanging my purse over my shoulder and taking up the small bag with all the individual little boxes, including the parts of the box that’d contained my watch.
He picked up the ornate classic skeleton key and put the other hand on my back, pushing me a little ahead of him as we went for the door. I stopped and stood aside as he got the key in the old lock and opened it up, a man on the other side stepping aside for us.
He’d been standing guard, I guess, and I blushed furiously and tried like hell not to make any sort of eye contact with anyone as Corbett-fucking-Prescott guided me to the top of the stairs.
I stared resolutely at my feet, watching my footing as we descended and went all the way out through the front door and into the sultry Savannah night.
I swallowed hard and let Corbett take my hand. He led me through the throngs of people waiting outside, along the sidewalk, and to the corner, where we turned to leave the crowd behind.
He slowed his pace and looped my arm through his, resting my hand at his wrist, and covering it with his other hand.
