Heath (Wild Boys After Dark, #2)(3)
“You just got impossibly sexier.” He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm, then ran his tongue up the center.
She shivered as he wrapped the silk around her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Okay?” he asked in a tender tone riding on restrained desire.
She nodded again, unable to find her voice. She’d never been tied up before, but she’d thought about it. A lot. He lifted her hand over her head and then reached for the other, raising his brows in question.
Her mouth went dry as she nodded. The kindness of ensuring her agreement and his careful movements, partnered with the kinky desires, made him all the more alluring as he wound the silk around her other wrist and bound them together. His breathing came harder as he placed her bound hands on the pillow above her head, then sealed his lips over hers again. She lifted her hands, wanting to touch him, and he pushed them gently down to the bed and pulled away from the kiss.
Come back.
“Want it off?” He eyed her bound wrists.
“No,” she whispered. “I just wanted to touch you.” The desire in her voice was so thick she could practically taste it.
“Oh, you will. Trust me, you will.”
He slithered down her body. His big hands cupped her breasts as he tasted the cleavage between, and groaned. It was a guttural, sexy groan that sent shivers through her body and a rise of goose bumps over her skin.
“You have incredibly gorgeous breasts.”
Ally closed her eyes, soaking in the sensuality in his voice. He unhooked the front clasp of her bra and pushed the cups aside, then lowered his mouth and teased her taut nipple. Her body vibrated with need, building, burning inside her. The ache for more was too great. She couldn’t stop the plea from coming.
“Suck it,” she urged.
He groaned as he sucked first one nipple—hard—then the other, moving between them in the same glorious rhythm as his cock pressing against her sex.
“Yes, harder.” She arched against his mouth as he grazed her nipple with his teeth. Her entire body pulsed with fire as he took her over the edge again.
Before she came down from the orgasm, he kissed his way down her belly and tore off her panties. He used his mouth, prolonging her pleasure and leading her to another incredible climax.
Straddling her hips, he took her in a rough kiss that sent every nerve ending to the surface. The taste of her was still fresh on his mouth as he cupped her cheeks and touched his forehead to hers.
“I want to f*ck your mouth,” he whispered.
“Yes. Do it.” She couldn’t wait to taste him.
He reached for the bindings on her wrists, and she shocked herself when she said, “Leave them.”
His eyes widened, then narrowed as he stepped from the bed and stripped off his boxers. His cock was thicker than she’d imagined, long and beautiful. He came up on the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms.
“You’ve got to put your arms down or you’ll hurt tomorrow.” He lowered her arms, brushing his thumbs over her bound hands as he gently placed them in front of her, then propped up pillows behind her and lifted her into a reclining position. “You okay?” he asked.
His thoughtfulness only warmed her toward him. She nodded as he straddled her and stroked his hard length, inches in front of her mouth. She licked her lips, leaning toward him as he pressed his hips forward. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive glans, then lapped at the bead on the tip. He moaned and pressed his hands flat against the headboard, moving in closer, his knees straddling her waist, allowing her to lean back against the pillows as he moved in and out of her mouth in a slow, taunting pace.
“More,” she said around the thick head of his erection, and opened her mouth wider.
He thrust in deep, meeting the back of her throat. She bobbed forward and back, lifting her bound hands to cradle his sac.
“Aw, f*ck, Ally.” His muscles flexed all over his body as she sucked and teased and felt him swell impossibly thicker in her mouth.
He drew out fast. “I’ve got to have you.” He unbound her hands, and his eyes darted around the room. “Fuck.” He shot off the bed and retrieved his pants, then dug a condom from his wallet.
Ally watched him sheath his shaft, and in two determined steps he was perched over her again. His inky lashes blinked down at her as the tip of his arousal touched her swollen sex. She spread her legs wider, pushing on the back of his hips as he claimed her mouth and thrust in deep at the same time, sending a shock of pleasure through her. They both went a little crazy, pawing and sucking, biting and thrusting. He fisted his hands in her hair again, then eased his grip, cupping her head.
“Come with me.”
It wasn’t a suggestion, and it took only a minute for him to strike the spot that shattered her control. She cried out his name as he ground out hers—Ally—and their bodies clung together until the last of their magnificent orgasms pulsed through them.
Chapter Two
HEATH SAT IN one of the conference rooms Saturday evening trying to focus on the physician giving the lecture, but all he could think about was the incredible woman he’d left in the wee hours of the morning after he’d come harder than he had in years. Ally. She’d asked him to stay the night, and waking up with her in his arms had been a tempting proposition. But he’d stuck by his motto: Get in, get off, get out. He’d been clear with Ally. No ties—at least none other than the silk, leather, or otherwise that fall into the bondage category. He was a partner in a busy medical practice; the last thing he needed was for some clingy woman to complain about him working too many hours. That was why he rarely dated, and only when he was away from New York City, where he lived and worked, did he allow himself casual affairs. Vermont was far enough away from New York that he felt safe from clingy fingers, but hell if he could get Ally out of his head, with her delicate face, high cheekbones, and adorable rounded chin—and those big brown doe eyes that gave her a hint of innocence.