Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Trembling in his arms, I whimpered. I’d laid myself bare to him. He knew how long I’d wanted him. He knew he’d taken my virginity. And he was still in bed with me, about to make love to me again. Or, rather, he was about to have sex with me again. At least, I kind of hoped that’s what we were going to do.
“So it was me.”
“Yes, Daniel. It’s always been you.” My voice was barely above a whisper. I knew it was a bad idea, that it probably made me too stupid to live, but I wanted this one last time. We might never do this again, might never share all this passion I thought might affect both of us, but I wanted it. One time. Sober so I could enjoy it fully.
He stroked my cheek, giving me a gentle smile before leaning in to kiss my lips softly. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine. “Then, let’s do it right this time. We’re both stone-cold sober. We both know I’ve already gotten you pregnant. There’s an attraction between us I can’t fight and I ain’t even sure I want to try.”
“Cyclone…”
“Shh…” He kissed me again before continuing. “I ain’t promisin’ a happily ever after, but I’d like to at least explore what it’s like to have you in my life, Willa. If it doesn’t work out, at least we’ll know.”
“One day at a time?”
“That’s it exactly.” I bit my lip, glancing away from him, but Cyclone caught my chin gently and turned my face back up to his. “I promise I won’t betray you, honey. I won’t slip behind your back and fuck other women. While we’re working this out, it’s me and you. No one else. If either of us decide it’s not right, we’ll talk to the other about it before we move on. Yes?”
That sounded better. “You promise?”
“I do. And I never break my word. It’s something Cain taught me almost from the moment me and Cliff came to live at Bones. I’m not perfect, as evidenced by the way I’ve handled this situation so far, but I never break my word.”
I nodded my head. “Then yes. I’d like to see what happens next.”
He grinned before leaning into me, pressing his lips to mine once more. Nothing had ever felt more right. Now that we’d come up with a plan -- even if it was to wait on making any decisions -- I felt better.
I’d admitted to having feelings for him. Well, at least as much as he’d admitted to feeling something for me. For a man like Cyclone to tell me he was confused about his feelings, to admit he didn’t know what he needed to do was oddly reassuring. No matter how much I wished he was so madly in love with me he’d embrace having the child we’d conceived, I was glad he was taking his time to work through all the angles. The last thing I wanted was for either of us to rush into something. No matter how much I truly wanted it. I absolutely would not be miserable because I’d chased a dream.
With a sigh, I surrendered to Cyclone. His kisses were sweet and hot. I loved the way he made me feel. Like I was the most important person in his world. The way he held me so carefully, stroking my back with one hand while he cradled my head with the other.
His tongue swept into my mouth, stroking in an erotic slide. It took minutes of his drugging kisses before I was a whimpering, moaning, needy mass of nerve endings. Had it been this good the last time? And this was only his kiss!
“I want you,” I whimpered as he pulled back. I didn’t want him to stop. Not now. Maybe not ever.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I want you too.”
His mouth found mine again, deepening the kiss until I was clinging to him. My arms circled his neck, my hands were buried in his hair. His body moved against mine, and I reveled in the feel of his hard muscles and every inch of hot skin that pressed against mine.
Cyclone groaned against my lips, and his hands slid up my side to cup one breast. I gasped, arching my back into his touch.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured against my mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet.”
“It’s a two-way street,” I mumbled, needing to get closer to him. I needed to get my clothes off so he could caress my skin.
It felt like everything faded away and it was just the two of us. For those few moments, we were suspended in time, connected and intertwined with no worries other than exploring each other.
I was lost in the sensations of his hands, his mouth, his body against mine. Every movement caused a wave of pleasure to spread throughout my body. I felt myself melting with each touch, growing more and more addicted to him.