Page 19 of A Reaper's Devotion
He reached out and cupped her face.She had been surprised to see him on her doorstep.
“Yeah, I want to talk about it.”He rubbed a thumb across her bottom lip.
She had tried to stay focused on work today, watching the town.All day, she worried about Cyrus, but her mind would drift to what they experienced the night before.She just couldn’t help it.He got under her skin, and she just couldn’t say no to him.Also, there was the tiny detail of the fact she didn’twantto say no to him.
“You know I’m a Reaper,” he said.
“And you know I write erotic romance,” she said.“Does it bother you?”
“Fuck, no.Does it bother you that I’m a Reaper?”
“No,” she said.“You protect the town.I am curious, though, what happened to your brother Ray?”
Cyrus sighed.“He took a fucking bribe.Turned the cameras off, looked the other way.I couldn’t fucking believe it.I was so damn mad.I wanted to kill the bastard.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.Dad kicked him out of the house.Disowned him, told him to get the fuck out of town.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
“No, it doesn’t.Dad knew what he was doing.Ray would be too afraid of the Reapers to do anything.”
“He didn’t join the Reapers?”
“He couldn’t.There’s a process, and he didn’t have what it took.You’ve got to be able to take care of the town, and that comes with a level of pain.”Cyrus shrugged.
“But you could?”she asked.
“All I ever wanted was to be a Reaper.It wasn’t hard for me to make that decision.I trained harder than I ever trained for anything in my life, and I’m exactly where I want to be.”
She couldn’t help but look down at his lips.She wanted him to kiss her so bad.
“Can I ask you something?”he asked.
“You can ask me anything.”
“How are you able to write the things you write?”he asked.“You’re a virgin, babe, and trust me, I know.”
Willow felt her cheeks heat.“Wow, we are not holding back today, are we?”
“There’s no reason to hold back.There’s no fucking point to it.We both know you’ve not been with another man.There’s only me and there is only going to be me.”
She liked that.Some women might not, and would prefer choices, or at least to think she was in charge of her own fate.Willow wanted Cyrus.
“I have an amazing imagination,” she said.
“You’ve not had sex.”
“So, does that mean all murder writers are conducting their stories behind bars?They haven’t committed murders and they can write about it.”
Cyrus frowned.
“What about science fiction writing about aliens and other planets?Do they need to experience that kind of thing to write about it?”Willow asked.
“I see your point.”
“I don’t think you have to always experience something to be able to write about it.”
