Tornado Allie by Shelly Bell Page B

tension unwound, shards of electricity expanding outward from her pussy in her first G-spot orgasm. Waves of contractions overtook her. She curled her toes and tossed back her head from the intensity of her climax. Lost to the sharp sparks inside her, she barely registered Drake’s climax.
    Roaring above her, his body stilled. Mixed in the strong aftershocks of her orgasm, she thought she felt his penis pulsing against her walls. Then he began to slowly rock back and forth before his hand slid between their slick bodies, holding the condom in place as he pulled out.
    Drake was silent as he rolled off her. The bed dipped, and she heard his feet pad across the carpet toward the bathroom. With her arms and legs remaining tied to the bed, a tightness settled in her chest. She trembled, chilled without Drake’s heat.
    He quickly returned and sat on the bed. A warm damp cloth wiped between her legs. She’d allowed him to bind and blindfold her, yet the intimacy of this moment awed her. How could one man have so many sides? He’d gone from a demanding alpha male to a caring lover with such ease. She hadn’t met one part of him she disliked.
    He gripped a wrist and untied her. Then he moved around the bed and repeated the actions before removing her blindfold. Although the lighting was dim, she had to blink away the floating stars. Drake lay beside her, drew up the comforter over them, and slid his arm under her neck.
    She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her wrists. “The marks from the rope will fade in the next day. They don’t hurt, do they?”
    Disappointed in the temporariness of the marks, she tipped her face up to look at him, her stomach going topsy-turvy over his concern. “Not at all.” Breathing deep, inhaling the scent of sex in the air, she closed her eyes.
    Exhausted and sated, she started to drift off, giving in to the feel of security from lying in his arms.
    “I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered.
    She pretended she was asleep, swallowing her tears. A lump of regret formed in her throat, a lump she’d carry with her as long as she lived.
    He deserved more than someone whose cancer might reoccur and someone who might not be able to have children. She’d known it even before they’d met, but she was selfish. She’d wanted this one night. One perfect night with the man she might’ve married someday had her life gone differently.
    Only when his breathing grew even, signaling he’d fallen asleep, did she permit her tears to fall.

Chapter Six
    The ringing of the phone jarred Drake awake. It took him only a moment to get his bearings, and when he did, he smiled. While he’d normally curse the early morning wake-up call, he could get used to it if it meant having a sleeping Allie sprawled over his chest. He reached for the phone on his nightstand, lifted the handset, and slammed it back on the receiver.
    She stirred, her thigh bumping into his erection. “Good morning,” she mumbled.
    He’d woken her twice during the night to make love. Tying and blindfolding her had been fun, but he’d needed her hands on him. The first time, his little Tornado Allie had left a few mementos on his back with her nails. The thought of it made him harder. The second time, he’d woken her up with his face between her legs before flipping her onto her stomach and demonstrating why lube came in handy. They’d managed to cross off every item from her naughty list. Well, all but a one-night stand.
    Wonder if we can get one more round in before breakfast.
    He tipped her chin to give her a gentle kiss. “Morning. You sleep okay?”
    “Mm.” She skated her lips across his. “Yeah. What about you?”
    “Best night’s sleep I’ve ever had.”
    “Considering we only got about two hours total, I find that hard to believe.” She laughed, then covered her mouth with the tips of her fingers. “Sorry. Morning breath.”
    Her breath smelled like sex.