Swallowing hard, she struggled to find courage. “I did. I couldn't, Zane."
He stepped closer and narrowed his gaze on her then grinned. “Do you know that is the best thing I have heard all day?"
"I—"
"Sweetheart, I was thrilled you didn't go out with him.” He unfolded his arms and shoved his hands in his suit pant pockets. “I forgot the reports for my mother. I had to go back and ran into Eric without you."
"I left him in a hurry because when you left tonight you looked so unhappy and I was worried.” She closed her eyes, lowered her head then opened her eyes and looked down at her beige carpet. “I didn't see you and I came home.” She looked back up at him. His dark eyes sparkled.
"I know. I know you asked if I had left, and I know that I should have told you earlier that...” His voice trailed and she shivered again. She needed to get out of her wet clothes. “You're freezing."
"I am but would love for you to finish what you were going to say."
Reaching up, he gently pushed a chunk of wet hair off her face. “I love you. I was supposed to find you love, and I ended up falling in love with you."
She closed the distance between them and touched his suit coat. “Your dad said that you had to find me love.” She slipped her arms around his neck and his wrapped around her waist. “That's why I couldn't go out with Eric. After spending time with you this last week then not speaking to you, I realized that I love you and want to spend a lot of time with you."
"Then why don't we start spending time together with you out of these wet clothes.” He lowered his head to hers and his lips brushed against hers. “I don't want you sick."
She scanned his face and smiled. “Is there any way I can convince you to get out of yours?"
He looked frustrated and blinked at her. “No condom."
She smiled wickedly and brought her lips closer to his. “Good thing I'm on the pill."
"Very good thing.” He brought his lips down on hers, at the same time that she closed her eyes. His lips tasted incredible and his arms tightened around her waist. Her mouth opened as his tongue teased her lips and sent heat through her body. For as wet as she was already, her thong soaked and her body heated. Gently exploring her mouth he deepened the kiss and her nipples hardened. His hands cupped her ass, and he pressed her belly against the bulge in his pants.
He lifted his lips from hers and her lashes fluttered open. “Maybe we should take this to my bedroom?"
He grinned. “Maybe we should."
Reaching for his hand, she led him down the hallway to her room. She walked in and turned on a light on the bedside table.
"This is a really nice place."
She turned and smiled. “It's amazing what you can buy when you patent a few things you invent and NASA shows interest."
He chuckled and stepped closer to her. “So you are rich, smart and incredibly thoughtful.” He closed the distance between them and wrapped her in his arms. It was an amazing feeling considering she was officially chilled.
"What about your trust fund?"
"It means nothing, not if I can't have you.” His hands lifted from around her waist and he slipped her coat off her shoulders to the floor.
"But you found me love, surely your parents can live with the fact it was with you?"
"They are terrible romantics,” he whispered, then kissed her forehead. “Now about these clothes."
He glanced down and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. She kissed his lips lightly while removing his suit coat. Her blouse fell away and his hands caressed her bottom then found the zipper to her skirt and undid it. She lifted her lips from his and stepped out of the denim pooled at her feet. Kicking off her shoes, she stood in nothing but a white lace bra and thong.
"You are way overdressed,” she told him and helped him remove his dress shirt and tie. Her fingers relished the feel of his smooth tanned skin as the clothes fell to the floor. His hands caressed her skin and warmed places that moments ago had been cold. Desire flamed her skin and her pussy twitched.
"Climb under the covers."
She nodded and stepped back. His eyes took in all of her, and her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra. Flicking the front clasp, she undid the bra and allowed it to slide over her shoulders and fall to the floor. She slipped under the duvet and felt her skin quickly warm the cool cotton. Her eyes stayed on Zane as he removed the remainder of his clothes. His large cock was hard and ready as he inched his solid frame onto the bed and under the covers with her.
She took in his tanned and defined muscles as he climbed under the covers with her. Everything about him was toned, chiseled to perfection. She ran a hand over his strong shoulder and felt desire flame at her touch and heat her body. His lips came down on hers and she gasped slightly as his erection pressed against her leg. Heat pooled between her legs and his hands caressed her. Slowly he lifted his lips from hers and worked them down her body to her breasts. His tongue flicked over one taut peak and then the other. His mouth moved over her stomach and to the top of her thong. The wet tip of his tongue slowly traced the top of it before his fingers moved to the sides and quickly removed it from her. On his knees, she took in the ridges and curves of his chest and sculpted abdominal muscles.
He lowered his body toward her and her thighs fell open. His lips came down on hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth. His one hand caressed her and dipped lower until it found the folds between her legs. His fingers found her clit and gently teased it before slowly working a finger inside of her. She bucked her hips and he groaned against her tongue. His fingers came up and caressed up her skin to a breast and cupped it. He played with the nipple and shifted his body between her legs. Her tongue entwined with his and mated as the tip of his swollen cock brushed the entrance of her pussy. Her wet inner walls ached for him to enter.
"I want you in me,” she murmured in between her tongue and lips igniting with his.
Groaning, he pressed against her. Her hands moved to his shoulders and he slid his lips to the soft skin by her ear. “Just relax."
He completely filled her and stretched a little. Placing soft kisses on her, he waited for her body to adjust to his size. She slowly moved her hips, letting him know she wanted him. He brought his lips back to hers and moved inside of her. Pressure built inside her at once. Moaning against his tongue, she raised her hips to his thrusts and he picked up speed. Their bodies moved together and her hips pulled him in deeper with every thrust.
The strain across her belly tightened and then released. Her head tilted back and a wail of pleasure left her. Her back arched and the walls of her pussy squeezed around him. Her shoulders shuddered and her body rippled from the intensity.
He groaned and buried his face in her hair as he slammed his cock into her one more time. His body stiffened and her hands held his shoulders tight as his hot release filled her.
Her breath was ragged and her walls tightened again and her body trembled in another climax. He kissed her cheek between ragged breaths. “I love you, Charity."
She slipped her hands from his shoulders and around his neck. “I love you too, Zane."
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Zane woke to sunlight on his face. He could feel Charity's soft naked curves against his body and the arm he had wrapped around her. He smiled before he opened his eyes. Her warm, soft skin brushed against him and he opened his eyes to see soft, white fluffy feathers drape over her. Startled at the sight, he released his hold from the woman he loved and sat up in bed. He glanced to Charity and her eyes opened. She smiled warmly then parted her full lips in surprise and widened her eyes.
"I think I have a problem,” he all but choked out, taking a look at his wings. “I apparently am officially a Cupid, in more than just name.” He couldn't believe this had happened now.
Pulling up the crisp cotton sheet, she sat up and gently caressed a wing. Her dark eyes met his and her full lips parted in a smile. “I think they are as gorgeous as you are."
"I was hoping you'd react well.” His heart raced and he grinned. “I think that's why I love you."
Blinking, her pretty face turned thoughtful and he knew that she was the first thing he wanted to see when he woke up every morning. “I love you."
She continued to touch the feathers and her eyes sparkled. “So does this mean as a cupid, you help people find love?"
He nodded and glanced to her hand touching the downy softness of his wings. “Yeah, I guess it does. I'm just thankful they tuck up under a suit."
Her smile was breathtaking. “It wouldn't matter to me if they didn't. By the way, happy Valentine's Day."
He inched closer to her on the bed and briefly kissed her lips. He took her hand in his and he smiled. “Happy Valentine's Day.” He paused and glanced down at her hand in his. He looked back up to her. “I love you, Charity, and I want you to be my Valentine forever."
Her smile stole his breath and she again touched the feathers of his wing. She blinked up at him. “Will you let me help you be a Cupid?"
Laughing he nodded. “I know that my mom helps my dad, so I think it would be great. I know how you like to help people."
She giggled. “I would love to be your wife.” Her look turned sultry. “I also want to see what these wings can do."
"I think I'm taking the day off,” he told her as his cock stiffened. He moved his body over hers and she leaned back on the pillow. His arousal teased against the soft skin of her leg and she moaned softly. “In fact I think I'm going to take more days off, especially Mondays."
"I hate Mondays.” She groaned with a grin, then slowly grazed her tongue across his lower lip.
"Me too.” He brought his lips to hers. He had become a Cupid, got his wings, and most of all had the woman he loved. It was turning out to be the best Valentine's Day ever.
AUTHOR INFORMATION
JT Schultz
www.jtschultz.com
Wow, where to begin ... Well obviously if you've reached here, you know my name is JT Schultz. I live in sunny California with my husband, my pre-teen daughter, a spoiled cat and a bunny that thinks she's a cat. I was born and raised in Alberta, Canada where it's much colder.
I think part of me always knew I was supposed to be a writer. The fact that I was always writing stories and driving my grandmother crazy was a good indication. Of course there was also that whole incident in the 8th grade where I almost failed do to, “writing the perfect movie". It's still a goal and thankfully, ended up passing the 8th grade.
My true passion in life is my writing. Corrupted as a child with “Happily Ever After” to the point that now, all my stories have to have one. Reading great stories and watching movies are also loves, they were the motivation for me to write and explore the “what ifs".
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