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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.
When Cyclone moved off me, pushing himself up on stiffened arms, I whimpered in protest.
“Shh, honey. I’m not going anywhere.” He used one hand to reach back between his shoulder blades and strip off his shirt. Tattooed muscles rippled with every movement. Brawny arms, defined chest, and ripped abs seemed to dance before my avid gaze.
“Daniel…” I breathed his name like a prayer. And maybe it was. “Please don’t break my heart.” The words slipped out before I could censor them. Even as I pleaded with him, I knew he was destined to do just that. This man would break my heart because Cyclone was a force of nature, not someone to be controlled. No matter what he thought now, he’d grow to see me and any child I carried as trying to control him. Even knowing that, I still wanted this time together. I wanted to remember every blistering second of what we were about to share.
“Trust me, Willa,” he said as he gently removed my sleep shirt. “One day at a time. One moment at a time. We’ll get through tonight together. Then we’ll take on tomorrow. Then the next day. OK? One day at a time.”
I nodded and let my hands find his chest. I caressed the skin beneath my palms up to his shoulders and down his muscled arms.
Then he lowered his head to my breast, and I cried out when his lips closed over one nipple. He pulled gently, sucking first one peak then the other. Whenever he switched sides, his fingers toyed with my flesh until I was crying out and writhing beneath him.
“Such sweet nipples,” he rasped against my skin. “Could suck on these forever.”
“Oh, God!” I cried as he sucked me harder, stretching my nipple until it slipped from his mouth with an audible pop.
“Need more.” Cyclone’s needy growl was an aphrodisiac.
He trailed his mouth down my torso to just above my mound. Had he done this last time? I thought he had. My breath came in sharp pants and my body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat. I was lightheaded and my pussy tingled with excitement. Then his mouth closed over my clitoris, and I was lost.
Holding my thighs apart, Cyclone licked and sucked at my lips, growling against my wet folds as he dragged his tongue from pussy to clit over and over again. Every touch of his mouth and every stroke of his fingers had me on edge. When he finally plunged two fingers inside me, I came in a hard, wet rush, screaming his name.
I was lost in the sensations of his hands and his mouth on my body. 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.
When Cyclone finally drew away, I felt like I’d been deprived of something vital. But he only crawled up my body, kissing me once again. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, but it only inflamed me further.
He sat up on his knees to shove his sleep pants from his hips. When he did, his cock bobbed proudly from a dark thatch of curls beneath that hard Adonis belt. He was, in a word, mesmerizing.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, reaching out to stroke the length of him.
He groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying my touch. I let my fingers travel up and down slowly before grasping his base and stroking up slowly. I had a vague recollection of touching him like this before. Of stroking his cock until he batted my hand away and sank into my pussy. Would he do it again?
Cyclone hissed out a breath before grabbing my wrist. “Stop,” he murmured. “You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, woman.”
