Page 12 of A Reaper's Devotion
Arriving in his truck, he went and knocked on the door, waiting for her to answer.
He expected her to make some kind of excuse not to come with him, but as it was, she opened the door wearing a beautiful dark blue dress with a lighter shade of blue flowers.It hugged her breasts and waist, and flared out at the hips, in a full-style skirt that came to below her knees.She had pulled her brown hair back into a clip so it was still around her shoulders but away from her face.She looked so stunning.
“Evening,” he said.
She had minimal makeup on.
“Evening.”
He held out his hand.“Are you ready?”
She looked nervous.Even as she squared her shoulders, she appeared as if she was going into battle, but she didn’t have anything to fear.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
She closed up her house, placed her arm through his, and he helped her into his truck.Closing the door, he rounded his truck and climbed inside, then put it into gear and took off toward the bar.
Cyrus didn’t say anything, giving her the chance to get accustomed to being in his car, and just letting her think.He had nothing to say, and it was good just having her vanilla scent close.
By the time he pulled up to the bar’s parking lot, she hadn’t said a word.He already heard the music coming from the bar, and as there was no band tonight, he knew it was from the stereo.
“We’re here,” he said.
“Wait.”She turned toward him.“I’ve ...how did you know?”
He was not going to play dumb.“Your mom told me.”
“Why?”
“She wanted to brag about you, and I guess she knew I wasn’t going to tell anyone.”
“You’re not disappointed?”
“Babe, why would I be disappointed?”
“I don’t know, I just, it is not something everyone writes, and I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.I’m not...”She stopped and he was pretty sure he could see her blushing beneath the makeup.
“Willow, I know you’re still a virgin.I think it is amazing that you’re still able to write everything you do.I’m not going to judge you.You’ve got a gift, and regardless of what people think, fuck them.They don’t have to like it.I like you.I want to go in there and dance with you, but I am going to be honest, I sure as shit want to show you what it means to have a good time like some of those men show their women.I’ll give you the real thing.Me.I know what I’m doing, and trust me, Willow, you give yourself to me completely, and I promise you, I will set your whole world on fire, in a good way.”
She smiled.
“Now, how about we go in there and dance?That’s what I want to do.”He climbed out of his truck, went to her side, and held his hand out for her to take.“Isn’t that what you want?”
She slid her hand into his, and he helped her out of the truck, making sure to rub her body against his as he eased her down onto the ground.He stared into her eyes and didn’t look away.
“Are you going to trust me?”he asked.
“Yes.”
He cupped her cheek, sinking his fingers into her hair, and then he pulled her down close and took possession of her lips in their first real kiss.Cyrus didn’t have any specific plans for their first real kiss, but this would do.
At first, Willow was still beneath his touch.He knew she hadn’t been kissed, or at least he hoped no other man had ever gotten this close to her.The way she kissed him back, he knew no one else had ever touched her before, and she was fucking heaven.He wanted to be her teacher.
His cock tightened in his pants, and there was no way he was breaking his word.Even though all he wanted to do was get her ass back in the truck, take her home, and show her how a real man treats a woman, he’d promised her dancing.Pulling away, he gained control.
“Dancing,” he said.
Her lips were nice and red, plump, and anyone who looked at her would know she had been thoroughly kissed, which was exactly what he wanted.
