Page 31 of Midnight Lessons
With a few more strokes, I follow her, growling her name as I empty inside her. It’s a long, endless, too-brief moment, leaving me sated and spent as she splays on top of me, panting.
The only light in the room comes from soft moonlight streaming through the window. I have no desire to leave the bed, Willow wrapped in my arms, glowing with the pleasure we made together.
Willow laughs throatily as I nuzzle her neck, my lips seeking. “Again?”
We made love once more—this time, I took her from behind, with her on her hands and knees. Like animals. It was fucking incredible.
“Again and again,” I murmur. “Always. Forever.” My hand trails over her breast, stroking her flesh. Her nipple rises, roused by my touch, but she looks like I’ve drained her of any strength.
“I want more.” She yawns. “After a little rest.”
I make a note: If she yawns in my arms afterward, I’ve done a good job. Feels fucking amazing to wear out my woman.
“I’ll allow you alittlerest.” Too much passion exists between us, too much wanting to let more time pass before we love each other again. “You’ve created a rampaging sex monster, Low.”
She smiles, then, hesitantly asks, “Where did you learn to do those things? With your mouth?”
Heat hits my cheeks. I clear my throat. “I, uh, read a couple of books.”
She tips her head back to look at me. “Books?”
“One was an erotic novel.”
“You’re kidding?” Willow covers her mouth to stiflea giggle.
“Give me a second.” Disentangling myself from her softness, I climb out of bed. I grab my phone from my discarded jeans and return to her.
“The first one was more like a gardening book. Kept talking about petals unfurling and hidden buds. So I tried another,” I say, opening the phone to the reading app.
“‘The Cowboy and his Purple Anaconda. What happens when this possessive rancher meets his match in a lusty maiden? Will she finally be the one to tame the snake in his pants?’”Willow reads aloud before dissolving into fits of laughter. “Oh, my god, I’m dying!” She’s wide awake now as she falls back on the bed, holding her ribs as tears roll down her cheeks.
“What?” I ask with a huge grin, spreading my hands wide. “The title leaves a little to be desired but there are some good tips in here. I mean, I may have improvised a bit, but?—”
“Stop, stop!” Willow wheezes, her face red with laughter.
“—I can’t wait to try page sixty-nine when you’ve got your energyback,” I finish.
Willow’s laughter pauses. “What’s on page sixty-nine?”
I grin wickedly. “Let me show you.”
Chapter 11
Willow
I pace my apartment, which suddenly seems too small for the swarm of worries buzzing in my head. Someone’s been following me for the last few days like a ghost—everywhere and nowhere, a phantom with a grudge that won’t let go. I’ve sensed them for days now, this unsettling prickle at the back of my neck. It’s there when I leave the bakery after dark, when I walk to my car in the lot, and even when I’m in line at the grocery store. Every time I turn around, though, there’s no one there. Just empty air and shadows.
I know I’m not imagining things… am I?
The first time, I brushed it off as paranoia. It was late, and Midnight Falls can seem eerily empty atnight. But the feeling didn’t go away. In fact, it’s gotten stronger, like a tight knot pulling tighter and tighter in my chest. Even now, alone in my space, the hairs on my arms stand on end like there’s someone outside the door out of sight.
I rub my arms, trying to shake off the goosebumps. It’s probably the fallout from this stupid betting pool—the talk, the stares, the feeling of being watched. All of it is making me jumpy, that’s all.
So why do I feel like I’m beingwatched?
“Get a grip, Willow,” I mutter, planting my hands on the kitchen counter and forcing myself to take a deep breath. “You’re letting your imagination run wild.”
Should I call Owen? Although we’ve spoken on the phone, we haven’t seen each other for a few days. He’s been inundated with marking papers, and I’ve been snowed under at the bakery with Halloween just around the corner.