Chapter 2 - Angeline
Angeline had felt him beneath her before she saw him. The scent of him was intoxicating with its slight cologne aroma over his own masculine essence. The hardness of his muscles that served little benefit as a pillow beneath her head excited her. When she finally willed her eyes open, she could no longer resist the urge to touch him than she could to draw breath.
With a small, slender hand, she reached out to touch his cheek. The coolness of it against her palm made her pulse quicken. When he looked at her with those amazing green eyes, she could almost sense the concern that lay in its depths. But was there something more? There almost seemed to be a heat there that belied that of his skin.
Lifting her head to his, she had an itch to taste his lips. Would they be as cool to the touch?
Absently, she whispered, “Thank you.” Once the words were uttered, she wondered why she was thanking him. His kindness?
Her lips touched his, and she felt an electricity run through every nerve leaving her limbs tingling from the sensation. Heat crawled from her lips, and spread through her, reaching her heart and making it beat furiously like it would burst from her chest if it continued its erratic pace. The gasp and moan that escaped her lips as he pulled her close and explored her mouth surprised her. When he pulled away from her, her lips tightened and she looked away from him. What was she thinking, kissing a complete stranger? Knowing that it was him that broke the kiss while she was left begging for more made it all that much worse.
Those green eyes were wide for a moment as they watched her, and she shrunk from his gaze ever so slightly wondering if maybe he was shocked at her impropriety. Her gaze of him was guarded and stolen at best, but the intensity of his was on her with each glance she stole.
The man picked the phone up. “Thank you, ma’am, but she seems to be well enough to walk herself to the police station. I will personally make sure she gets there.” His voice had a great timbre to it, and what to Angeline’s untrained ears sounded like a slight British accent. There were a few other phrases and sentences exchanged between him and the voice on the phone, but she was not paying any attention to what it was being said. Instead, she let the warm tones of his voice wash over her, and continued her appraisal of him from beneath thick eyelashes.
The man was well manicured from his blond hair to his strong, masculine hands. It sent a slight thrill through her that she would at least be in this man’s company for a little longer as he escorted her to the police station.
That brought her out of her reverie. Bolting upright, her head screamed out in agony.
Strong hands pushed her back into his lap. “Let’s not get too hasty.”
Angeline made a feeble attempt to resist him before letting him win. It was an easy victory for him considering her lack of desire to resist him. “My bag?” She knew the answer before she saw the slight shake of his head. Swearing under her breath, she saw a slight smirk cross the man’s face. “What?” Her agitation could not escape her words, and the word came out more harshly than she had intended.
He held his hands out in front of him. “Not my place to say. This is your world, after all.” The look that he gave her made her limbs feel weak, and her body was still too responsive to him. The sensations he could elicit from her with a mere look or an innocent touch was quite foreign to her. Never before had a man had the upper hand on her when it came to affairs of the heart, or in this case, the body.
There was something about him, and she needed to move away from him to clear her head. Rolling off his lap, she fell to all fours. The movement caused another spear of pain to rip through her head. After waiting for a few minutes, she pushed herself up on her knees. Heaving a huge sigh, she let her head fall forward, pinching the bridge of her nose between her finger and thumb. “What am I going to do?”
The words were spoken more to herself, but Lawson replied. “I suppose whatever we have to. Do you remember what happened?”
We? Did he just say we? Dropping her hand back in her lap and looking at him, she said, “Look, I appreciate you stopping and helping me…”
He smiled and reached a finger out to stroke her bottom lip. “And I appreciate your...appreciation.” It was said with such suggestion that her heart fluttered before she pulled the reins in.
Sending a silent admonishment to herself, she jerked her head away from his touch and wiped a hand hard across her mouth. When she pulled her hand away, she was both dismayed and a bit disgusted at the smear of blood there. Inclining her head a bit, she noticed his lips had a slight tinge of blood, and she groaned. The tang of copper was still in her mouth, and her first thought was to spit until the taste no longer lingered. But she could not bring herself to do something so foul in front of this man that could make her body burn like he did, even with the cool touch of his skin against hers.
Looking around the little square, she could not find a single soul that was milling around. It was rather odd not to have at least some people wandering the streets at all hours in this town. “How long have you been here?”
Glancing at his watch, he shrugged. “A better question might be what do we do now?” He cocked an eyebrow at her, and watched her close.
“You are such a man!” She threw the words at him. Something tore at her gut, but she needed to get rid of this man, now. If not, it may not only mean her life, but his as well. “I can find my own way to the station.”