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)
When it was over, when we’d both relaxed somewhat, I was still panting, trying to catch my breath. It was the most wonderful experience of my life. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d repeat it before we left for Kentucky.
Cyclone pulled away from me and rested his forehead against mine, his breathing still labored. “You,” he said quietly. “Your body was made to be pleasured.”
He looked into my eyes and smiled before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I smiled back, feeling my cheeks heat up as I wrestled with the urge to hold him to me. I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
With one final kiss, Cyclone pushed himself off me and slid from the bed. “I’ll be right back, baby. Don’t get up.”
He stalked to the bathroom. I heard water running, then he returned with a cloth. I tried to close my legs, but he gently pushed them apart before cleaning my pussy. I blushed. The act was too intimate. Almost like he really cared about me.
Then he tossed the cloth back in the direction of the bathroom and climbed back into bed with me. Pulling me close, he tilted my chin up for another, gentle kiss.
“Get some rest. We’ll get breakfast in the morning, then talk.” He smiled down at me. “You good?”
“You seem to always be asking me that same question.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“But yes. I think I am good.”
“Honey, you’re better than good. You’re absolutely fuckin’ perfect.”
Chapter Eight
Cyclone
When I woke up, I had a satisfying feeling of déjà vu. My head was resting on the most perfect set of tits I’d ever had the pleasure of lying on, with one pert nipple right in front of my face. Naturally, I shifted just that little bit so I could lave it with my tongue.
Willa moaned in her sleep. I glanced up at the peaceful look on her face. One small hand was tunneled in my hair. When I flicked her nipple again, her fingers flexed and she moaned louder, this time arching her back slightly. I couldn’t help but grin.
I’d fucked her several times over the hours we’d been in bed. Each time I took her, I wanted more. The pleasure was indescribable.
OK, no. I didn’t fuck her. What I did with Willa this time wasn’t fucking. That was what we’d done the first night. This was… If I had to put a name on it, I’d say it was making love. Thanks to Cain and Angel, I’d been able to learn what love was and how it felt, but this was different. Not only did I have this all-consuming need to make everything right in Willa’s world, but there was a protective possession to my feelings. I wanted her with me and only me. Any other motherfucker who even looked at her would feel my wrath.
I pulled back from her nipple and lay there smiling. Willa stirred again and started to wake up. I leaned up and kissed her sweet lips before whispering in her ear, “Good morning, beautiful.” That was when I heard it. She laughed, like the tinkling of a bell.
Her lips lifted and her deep brown eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure as her lips stayed curled in happiness. “Good morning, Cyclone.” I pulled her closer and kissed her, long and deep with a tenderness I’d never shown a woman. Had never wanted to show a woman.
We lay like that for a while, tangled together. I felt more content than I ever had before, and I realized it was all Willa. I’d never felt so alive, and I never wanted this closeness I’d found with her sometime in the night to end.
I’m not sure when those feelings built inside me, but something had clicked during the night when we’d made love. I was still struggling to figure out what those emotions all meant, but I knew I had to explore them with her. Only her. The thought of doing what I’d done with Willa through the night and into the wee hours of the morning with anyone else was a hard no. Something inside me had shifted. And I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
“You want a shower?” I stroked her hair, still laying half on top of her and not in any hurry to move.
She bit her lip, looking unsure of herself. When she met my gaze again, she had a shy, almost pleading look on her face. “Will you come with me?”
I barked out a laugh. I wasn’t sure what I expected her response to be but that wasn’t it. “Thought you’d want some privacy, but I’m all for running my soapy hands over your body.”
That got a giggle from her. Given the glorious, eager smile she gave me, I knew I’d said the exact right thing.