Overnight Sensation(51)

But I love watching that angelic face as she bites her lip and then tips her head back to rest it on my shoulder. I rock forward in slow, deep strokes. Her silky hair tickles my chest, and its clean scent wafts around me.

It’s too much of everything good. I’m yearning for release. I wrap my arms around her, cupping soft breasts in my hands. “Are you ready?” I whisper. “You’re going to get it so good.”

“Please,” she whimpers, and the sound makes my balls impossibly tight. I take one of her hands off the headboard, guide it down between her legs, and press it against the place of our joining.

Then, digging deep, I pick up the pace, pinning her body to mine, thrusting in measured strokes. I flatten her palm against her pussy and brace it there. “Take it,” I pant. “Let me feel you get there.”

Heidi makes a desperate noise. My whole body is tight and straining. I actually clench my jaw to hold myself back.

“Oh!” she sobs. And then everything gets impossibly wet and tight and perfect. She tenses around me, and I can’t wait any more. I relax onto my haunches, tugging her body onto mine, pinning her onto my cock as I shudder through my climax.

She turns her head to find my mouth with a deep, sloppy kiss. And I’m ready. I dive right in, but wrapping my arms around her destabilizes me, and we tip to the side. I tuck her face against mine as we go over, landing on the bed, luckily, and not rolling onto the floor.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, and then falls silent. My arm is still wrapped around her body, so I can feel her pounding heart. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” I say, all my eloquence burned away by the hottest, most desperate sexual experience I’ve had with anyone since… Yeah. I steer my brain away from that thought.

And it isn’t too difficult, because Heidi flops her exhausted body around and kisses me senseless.





Eventually we fall asleep, wrapped up around each other in the center of my bed. For a few hours my slumber is completely dreamless.

“Castro? Are you awake because…whoa.”

It takes a second for Silas’s voice to penetrate my consciousness. I pick up my head and say just one word. “Out.”

“Fine,” my roommate says. “But there are these things called doors…” He pulls mine shut behind himself.

“Uh-oh,” says Heidi from face-down in my pillow.

I glance at her, and while her bare back and my bare ass make it perfectly obvious that we’re both very naked, none of her important parts are exposed.

Too sleepy to care about Silas—or about my newly complicated friendship with Heidi—I fall back onto the pillow again. I have to get up and head for the airport, but the bed is warm and when I stroke my palm down Heidi’s bare bottom, I don’t want to go anywhere at all.

“Airport,” Heidi mumbles.

My hand suddenly stills as I try to take that in. “You’re traveling with the team this time?”

She lifts her pillow-creased face and blinks at me. “No. I’m not. I meant that you need to go to the airport. So get that look of panic off your face.”

Oh. I take a deep breath. She isn’t wrong. I did panic there for a second. I’m still a little stunned by what we did and how much we both needed it. I’m confused by how much I like her.

That’s new for me. My heart is made of stone. Or so I thought.

I’m not the only one who’s confused. Heidi sits up, clutching the sheet to her breasts, as if I haven’t already seen them or played with those nipples between my lips. “I get the first shower,” she demands.

I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. Heidi removes the sheet from the bed, leaving me naked, and wears it into my bathroom.

The door clicks shut, locking me out.

Well. This is already a little awkward. I guess I’ll go use Silas’s bathroom. He’s going to laugh his ass off, and I won’t even blame him.

A half hour later, my bag is packed. I stroll into the kitchen hoping for a cup of coffee. And I find Heidi and Silas eating breakfast together, pretending like nothing happened.

Okay. I guess that works for me. “Any coffee left?”

“I poured it into my mug,” Heidi says, spreading butter on a piece of toast. “Just snap your fingers on the team jet and they’ll bring you as much as you want.”

“But that’s airline coffee,” I complain.

Silas shrugs. “I’m guessing you need to catch up on your sleep, anyway.”

“I don’t have the first idea what you’re talking about,” I say.

Heidi bites her lip, and I don’t know if that was the right thing to say or the wrong one. It’s a shame that I am on my way out of town, because she and I probably need to talk. Just because I don’t do repeats, doesn’t mean I won’t look her in the eye like a grownup.

She’s ignoring me right now, though, handing a fresh piece of toast to Silas and offering to cut him a slice of melon.

“Can I have one?” I ask.

“Sure,” she says stiffly.

Silas looks at me over the rim of his coffee mug, and his expression says, What the hell did you do?

I shrug.

“Check your email, both of you,” Heidi says. “You’ll find a link to a form where you can submit your errands and groceries to my new automated database. The deadline is Wednesday at noon. Requests submitted after that will be subject to a rush fee.”