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)
She pushed at me, and I moved off her, so she could get out of the bed. “That sounds perfect.”
Willa led the way, for which I would be eternally grateful. The woman had an ass to make angels weep.
I adjusted the water and let her step in ahead of me. When I stepped in behind her, she slid into my arms like we’d done this a thousand times. She put her arms around my neck and pressed against me like she was starved for my touch. I wasn’t altogether sure I wasn’t starved for hers.
“Cyclone,” was all she said, but it was filled with so much desire it made my heart skip a beat.
My heated gaze dropped to her lips, and I kissed her like I’d found my home in her. Like I’d never want to stop. And the thing was, I might not ever want to. And I wasn’t altogether sure how I felt about needing her this much.
I bent my head and kissed her. Not a sensual, sexy kiss, but a deep, abiding one that spoke of all the emotions I was feeling. I kissed her long and slow in an effort to make her understand how deeply I was in. How deeply we were in. Because I sure as hell wasn’t the only one feeling this shit. Willa wasn’t all in and I didn’t blame her. After the way I’d treated her, not just the past six weeks by ignoring her, for not checking on her, but for the way I started out when she first called.
Pulling back, I pressed my forehead against hers. I needed a moment to process my thoughts. We’d said we’d talk today but I wasn’t sure I was ready. I mean, how did I tell her I was falling for her when I wasn’t even sure I could admit it to myself?
“I’m sorry, Willa.”
She froze, stiffening in my arms. I didn’t let her go, but did reach for the shower gel with one hand. I squirted a stream over her breasts. Setting the bottle back on the shelf, I used the same hand to rub the gel into a gentle lather.
“Sorry? For what?”
“For the way I treated you. From that very first night.”
“What?” She looked up at me, her eyes wide, shocked.
“I’ve fucked things up with you from the first Goddamned moment you fell into my lap. And I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
She gave a little shake of her head. I pulled her closer so her soapy breasts were mashed against my chest. I continued to rub my hands over her skin, this time down her back all the way to that pert ass of hers. “I don’t under-- understand.” Her voice broke, tears gathering in her lovely eyes.
“Honey, I should never have taken advantage of you that night. Being drunk was no excuse. You were drunk too, and I’m not sure you would have made the same choices if you hadn’t been.
“Daniel, I got drunk so I could get up enough courage to have sex with someone.” She frowned, then shook her head, lowering her gaze to my chest as if thinking through what she wanted to say. “No, that’s not exactly right. I wanted it to be you.” She looked up into my eyes again. “I’d hoped it would be you, but had no expectation you’d have me.”
“If I’d been sober, I wouldn’t have.”
She winced and tried to push away. “Gee, Cyclone. Tell me how you really feel.”
“Stop fighting me, Willa,” I commanded gently. “Let me finish.”
“Is this really the best time to talk? I mean, I feel a little too exposed. You know. Because I’m naked.” Her temper was starting to spark again. And I’d be Goddamned if my cock, the fucking prick, didn’t respond.
I chuckled. “Yeah, baby. I think this is the perfect time. This way, you can’t get away from me.”
She glared up at me. “You just said you didn’t want me! What the fuck, Cyclone?”
“No. That’s not what I said. I said I wouldn’t have taken you to bed if I’d been sober.” I knew I was grinning, and I was probably a crazy bastard, but I loved it when she got snippy with me.
“It’s the same thing!” She shoved at me harder, seriously trying to get away this time. “Let me go, asshole!”
“Shh… calm down and let me finish. Do you seriously think I’d have taken you to bed, with you drunk off your ass, knowing who the fuck your daddy is if I’d been in my right mind?” I raised an eyebrow at her. She stilled and looked wary as if sensing a trap. “Never thought there was enough alcohol in the fuckin’ world to make me do what I did with you that night. No. What I should have done was ask your father’s permission to make you my old lady.”