Heath (Wild Boys After Dark, #2)(41)

“Heath. Oh God,” Ally cried out.

He ground his hips against her ass while furtively seeking the orgasm he knew she needed. He clamped his teeth on the curve of her shoulder, stroking over her most sensitive spot with his fingers. Her thighs tightened against him as the orgasm claimed her. He wrapped one hand around her waist, still teasing with the other, until the last of her climax shuddered through her. Then he reached down and put his hard cock between her legs, rubbing against her swollen sex without penetrating her.

“I have to feel you against me.”

He thrust against her ass, her juices coating every inch of his eager cock.

“Oh God, Heath. That feels so good.”

She reached between her legs and pressed his shaft against her sex, moaning and driving him out of his f*cking mind. He pinched her nipples. Hard. And she cried out again, a loud, indiscernible sound that ricocheted off the glass walls and sent a shiver down his spine.

“Too much?” he asked against her cheek.

“More. Harder,” she pleaded.

He squeezed harder, and she arched into his hands.

“Fuck, Ally, I need you.” He reached for his pants. “Condom.”

“No. No condom.”

Heath stilled.

“Take me, Heath. I’m on the pill, and you said you’ve always used protection. So have I.”

She moved forward and pressed her hands against the dresser, spreading her legs wide. Heath stroked his cock, and when she looked over her shoulder, her hair sexily covering one eye, her legs spread wide, her ass perched high from her heels, he nearly came.

“I love to see you touch yourself,” she said in a heady voice. She reached between her legs again, and that was it.

Heath abandoned all restraint. In one hard thrust he pushed into her. They both moaned with pleasure.

“Ally, you’re so wet, so tight. So f*cking hot.” He thrust in harder, wanting to bury himself as deep as he possibly could, fill every inch of her. Another hard pump brought the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “Jesus. Tell me if I hurt you.”

She spread her hands and legs wider, bending farther over the dresser as he sank into her, time and time again. He wrapped one arm around her waist, trapping her against him, and groped her breast with the other as her muscles contracted around him.

“Oh…God.” Her head fell between her shoulders.

Heath raised her, so her back was pressed to his chest, as her body shook and her hips thrust.

“That’s it baby.” Every fast pulse brought him closer to his release. She felt amazing as he palmed her breast, while he was buried deep inside her.

As she came down from her orgasm, he lightly kissed her cheek.

“Oh my God. Heath.”

She pressed her ass against him again, and he withdrew from inside her and turned her in his arms, taking her in a demanding kiss. She returned his efforts with fervor. They were so in sync sexually that Heath had a hard time thinking straight. He gripped her ass as he ravaged her mouth. She cupped his balls, nearly sending him over the edge, and then she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.

“Oh…f*ck….” His head tipped back with a growl as his hips plunged forward, thrusting into her mouth over and over again. He felt his release building and wanted—needed—to be inside her. He fisted his hands in her hair and moved his hips back.

She gazed up at him, and he lifted her into his arms and lowered her onto his throbbing heat.

“Ah, yes…” she said in a heated breath.

He pulled off her heels and gritted his teeth against the insane pleasure of her legs wrapping tightly around him, her nails digging into his shoulders. He crossed the room and lowered her down to the bed, feeling the heat of their bodies joining again as they hit the mattress. She closed her eyes, and he found her hands and laced their fingers together beside her head.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

Her heavy lids lifted, and her lips curved up.

“I adore you,” he whispered as his lips found hers again, and he breathed his love into her as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

Ally awakened every bit of him. His body was on fire, electrified, and as she came apart beneath him and he surrendered to his own powerful release, it was love that filled his veins.

They lay tangled together on their sides in the wake of their lovemaking while their breathing returned to normal.

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

She pressed her lips to his, and he pulled her in closer.

“Will you catch me?” she whispered with a sweet smile as she traced his collarbone with her finger.

He furrowed his brow in confusion.

“When I fall for you,” she answered. “Will you be there to catch me?”

“For the rest of your life, sweetheart. Day or night.” He gathered her in his arms and sealed his vow with a kiss.





Chapter Seventeen


ALLY’S MOTHER USED to tell her that people didn’t find love, love found them, and it almost always seemed to do so in the most unusual ways and at the most unlikely times. Her parents had met in high school, and as her mother told the story, she’d hated her father at first sight. He was too full of himself, and he looked at her as if she were his when she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be his. That was, until he’d found out that she wasn’t interested, and he’d spent the next few weeks showing her the person he really was. He’d walked her to every class, even when it meant being late to his own, and every day after school he waited for her in the library, where he knew she went to do her homework. He had inserted himself into her life without an invitation, and despite her mother turning him down for every date for the first month, he was relentless and proved himself as the loving, loyal, smart man Ally knew him to be. And only after he’d stopped being overly cocky and had shown his kind and sensitive self, had she accepted a date—and within a few more weeks, he’d become her mother’s life. In all the times Ally had heard the story, she’d never put much value in the I’m not what I seem scenario, and she’d certainly never linked it to herself in any way. Until now.