Once Upon A Killing (A Gass County Novel Book 2) by Isabell Lawless Page A

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    Chapter Ten
    “What are you saying?” he asked, his body covering hers once more.
    “That you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”
    “Okay, because?”
    “I’ve… I’ve had a hysterectomy.” Her voice suddenly turned into a whisper between them.
    It seemed to take a few seconds for his brain to catch up with her words, but when it had, he lifted himself up slowly, away from her body, and looked down her stomach, then traced back up to her eyes.
    “I understand if it turns you off, and I’m older and slightly bigger than your usual ‘escapades’. I was too… seduced maybe, to tell you earlier. I’m sorry,” she mumbled, beginning to pull herself away from underneath him, trying to exit the bed on the opposite side.
    “No, come back. Please,” he stopped her. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s… it’s just a first, that’s all. What you just said is just textbook to me, I’ve never met anyone, been with anyone, that has had that done.”
    His weight held her down and his body followed hers across the mattress until she was completely covered by him once more. His hands in her hair, fingernails scraping calmly at the skin of her scalp, pushing long strands of mocha colored hair away from her face.
    His eyes looked deep into hers, but his lips said nothing. He seemed to be waiting.
    “After my husband died grieving took up so much of my time I didn’t notice things changing within myself,” she said low. “Cervical cancer. Spreading. But not anymore. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find the right time to tell you. You’ve got your free pass to leave, if you’d like.”
    He halted. As if time stopped, her eyes fluttered from his to the deep seaweed colored walls cocooning the space around them. Time grew. Quietness held.
    “Don’t worry,” he mumbled into the skin of her cheek, while his thumb ran a slow line across the bottom of her lips. “Are you okay, though? Now?”
    “I am,” her face reluctantly found his, as his hands splayed across her forehead and fell into the deep softness of her dark hair.
    “Well, then we’re good too.” Then he smiled a smile that melted the tension and nervousness that had been blazing like burning coal in the center of her chest.
    “Thanks.”
    His voice didn’t carry an answer. His body did. Words were replaced when he lowered his face to touch hers, and softly kissed his way around her face: the creases of her forehead, the rosiness at the side of her face, pecked close to her eye where the skin was the thinnest, down the length of her nose, until his lips finally reached hers. His mouth was melting into hers, and as their lips transformed into one solid softness she couldn’t help but think how wonderful this felt, how someone else’s mouth could taste so much better than anything she’d ever eaten. Her history might have made her seem vulnerable, but she was not someone to patronize.
    “I don’t need your softness right now, Wayne,” tumbling her tongue inside his mouth. “I only need you to push yourself inside me, grunt loudly with pleasure, and breathlessly tell me how marvelous I feel around your cock. And don’t you dare stop until I am done.”
    “I wouldn’t dare. God, I won’t stop for anything.” The machine that was his tongue vigorously played hers, forcefully tasting every spare inch inside her mouth, and she couldn’t help but imagine all the things it could do to her body.
    “I want your thighs to open wide for me,” he mumbled, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. “Allowing my urge to fully express how much I want to be a part of you and delve into that secret you’re hiding between your legs. Let that flavorful spot be my next point on this treasure chest that is your magnificent body.” The slick feel of his tongue slid down the warmth of her neck and traced in circles down, down the length of her body.
    “Save the poetry,” she huffed, “we both know who went to