Page 61 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I give a stiff nod, kneel and slowly peel her boots off, one by one. The sound of the zippers in the dark is the most erotic sound I ever heard. I crave to push her flat on her back and remove the rest of her clothes, revealing her body inch by painstakingly slow inch.

Touching Willow, giving in to my fantasies, taking her the way I want would ruin everything I’ve built and her dreams. This should have never happened.

I push to my feet to put some distance between us, removing myself from temptation. But it seemed Willow won’t be happy until my torture is complete.

A rustle of cotton draws my eye back toward my bed and I watch from the large windows lining my room as she slips out of every inch of clothing covering her body. One by one each piece falls into a pile on top of her boots. Her eyes fall on me just as she drops her bra to the side.

“I don’t want to sleep in these clothes. Burning them would be a nice touch, don’t you think?” She hooks her thumbs in the band of her panties, and I look on as she pulls them down her thighs and steps out of them. “Can you handle me being naked and in your bed for one night, Aron?” she purrs.

She takes a step forward and that’s when I notice them.

Red glints catch in the light from the bedside lamp.

Fuck me.

I narrow my eyes. “Stop, Willow. You don’t know what you’re doing. I haven’t changed. What I want hasn’t changed. You can’t become a prima ballerina while being round with my baby so back the fuck off and go to bed.”

Too young. Not good for her. Just a passing lust.

I force my brain to recite all the reasons why I need to keep my ass on this side of the room and my dick to myself.

“Do you like them? I did it for you.” Her voice is low, as if she’s afraid of my next words.

Willow plucks gently at the jewels decorating her nipples. She pierced them for me.

She’s making it hard to resist. Very damn hard and she knows it.

Sweet Jesus. My gaze lingers on all that taut, finely toned muscle from years spent dancing. The dip in her waist, the long muscles of her thighs and the curve of her hips all have me spilling pre-come in my scrubs.

A growl catches in my throat at the red thong perched on the end of her finger. I fight the overwhelming desire to bury my face in her pussy just to breathe in the scent of her. There is no doubt Willow is a natural redhead.

“Stand still and don’t touch me.” It’s the only way I’ll make it through this.

I’m across the room, my hands shaking as I take the weight of her breasts in my hands before claiming a nipple between my teeth and tugging. I work my tongue over and around the tip until she’s panting.

Fuck. I make a mental note to murder Willow’s brother next time I see him for sending her to my hospital and putting me in this position again.

I carefully work one nipple into my mouth, massaging and working the flesh of the other. Even the light dusting of freckles over her chest turns me on. I growl as I move between one nipple and the other, giving both all my attention. I can’t believe she pierced them and with my birthstone. Damn, that makes a man go crazy with lust.

I hate you, Aron. Now and forever. The reminder of her last words floating through my mind gives me a jolt of reality. I release a nipple, the jewel catching light, and I take a step then another until she has no choice but to lie back on the bed. I grab the edge of the comforter and toss it over her, turning away before I break completely. But not before her words float across the darkened room and kick me in the balls.

“Don’t leave me again.”

Four

Willow

Iwake up feeling warm and cozy.

I shift beneath the cloud-like comforter and snuggle deeper into a hard muscled back, ready to slide into sleep. Before I can recapture my slumber a voice in my head telling me something is off screams for me to wake up.

I jolt upright in the darkened room and scoot until the hard-angled wood of a headboard digs into the skin of my back. My bare, naked back.

“What the…” I peel back the comforter and yep, I’m naked.

I gasp and clutch the material to my chest, taking a mental note of all body parts as I push off the bed. Especially that body part but I find all is normal. No ache or pain to report. And then I notice my bandaged hands and some of the fuzzy details lost in sleep floats back to me.

But that still doesn’t answer where the hell I am.

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