Saturday, October 22, 2011

I Wanna Be Loved by You ~ Part Four

copyright C. 2011 Wendi Zwaduk

Had to be joking. He had to be. Yes, he embodied her fantasies and made her body react like never before, but...the honesty really was beginning to be too much. Love wasn’t in her future. She’d chosen her path long ago.

“So these wings are real?”

Ty’s simple question pulled her from her thoughts. “Yes.” She stretched her wings, showing off their full beauty. “Most of the time they aren’t visible. Must be the moonlight or something.” Or the company...

“May I touch them?”

Livia hesitated. A gentle touch wouldn’t harm anything...would it?

“I won’t do anything you don’t give me permission to do.”

Damn. There was the honesty again. She bit the inside of her cheek. What the hell... “You may touch them.”

Tyler caressed the leading edge of the wing, smoothing a feather between his
fingers. She shivered, enjoying his touch. Through the fabric of his jeans and her leather skirt, his cock thrummed against her pussy. Feelings of raw need and desire awakened from a long slumber deep within her. She shouldn’t want to, but more than ever she wanted to feel a man moving within her—him. God help her she wanted Tyler.

“Soft, like flower petals,” he whispered.

Heat flowed through her veins. “You amaze me with your kind words.”

“Yeah?” He started swaying with her in his arms, dancing to music only he could hear. “Maybe I’ve got a reason to be kind.” He took her hand in his once again and kissed her fingertips.

Things seemed to move in slow motion. For the first time in a long time someone was taking the time to romance her. The heat in her veins concentrated in her pussy and slickened her panties.

“There’s something about you I want to know very well. I really like you, Liv.”

She pulled her hand away and shoved the wonderful feelings way down deep into her stomach. She didn’t deserve him or his kindness. “I can’t make you immortal and I refuse to be a notch in your belt or headboard or whatever.” She turned to leave his arms, but his strong grasp prevailed.

“The man you fell for was foolish. He lost out and I’m damned glad.” Ty cupped her jaw in both hands. “This probably sounds like a lame ass pick up line, but I don’t want to fuck up my chance. I mean every word when I say I want to be loved by you.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely.” Ty closed eyes and lowered his lips to hers.

The moment his mouth fastened onto hers, Livia’s knees went weak. She clutched his shirt and nibbled on his bottom lip. Sizzles flew along her nerve endings and more cream coated her panties. She ground her core against his thigh, not caring if anyone saw her acting so forward.

Ty slid one arm down around her waist and stroked her wing with the fingers of his other hand. “Does touching your wings turn you on as much as I think it does?”

God, she couldn’t fall from grace all over again, but she could fall in love. Why was that thought so damned scary? Because being vulnerable wasn’t a place she liked to be.

“Livia? I’m not being kind because I want in your pants.” He rubbed his thumb along her chin. “I do very much want to make love to you, but I’d like to get to know you, too. You snagged my attention the moment you walked in the apartment and I don’t want to look anywhere else.”

“Have you had too much to drink or was the change in altitude too much?”

“I’m stone cold sober and height doesn’t bother me.”

“This is foolish.” I want you more than I even understand. Wanted his hands on her body, his cock filling her pussy and his kisses rough on her lips. He was such a riddle—soft and rough at the same time and nothing like she knew.

“This is two people finding each other.”

“You’re corny.”

“Maybe, but I’m willing to believe a fallen angel didn’t just come to my part to watch college kids get drunk and have lots of sex. I think she didn’t know how or why—she just had to be there.”

“Take me to your room.”

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