I held his stare as I reached between us and brazenly wrapped my palm around his fingers working his shaft.
He glided his hand around to the back of my neck and hauled me toward him. His lips touched mine, the tip of his tongue hitting my bottom lip as he said, “I’m yours, Clare. Take it all.” He moved his fingers between my legs, grazing my clit before pressing inside.
“Yes,” I hissed, releasing him to balance myself with his shoulders.
“You’re wet, babe,” he stated before kissing me with a cocky grin.
I could have told him that. It had happened the second he’d asked me if I trusted him. Never had four simple words been so arousing. And not because he’d said them in that deep baritone that could drive a woman mad. But, rather, because it was the moment when I’d realized that I did trust him. Unequivocally. Completely. Utterly. Mind. Body. And soul.
“I am,” I confirmed breathily.
His finger curled, pressing deeper and causing me to cry out.
“Then guide me home, Clare,” he ordered against my mouth.
Pushing up on my knees, I inched forward. He removed his hand and rested it on my hip, but that was the only move he made. He didn’t urge me down or press up into me as I aligned our bodies. He sat there, impossibly still, his eyes burning into mine, searching my face for any sign of hesitance.
He would find none.
“Kiss me,” I urged, slowly sinking down on his cock, relishing in the way he stretched me.
He groaned into my mouth as a million broken pieces crashed to the floor.
And then I took from Heath. Repeatedly.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, letting the world around us go and getting lost in him.
His warm mouth on my neck.
His strong hands on my ass.
His hard cock filling me.
Nothing between us.
Not even words.
And he gave with his entire body.
Sex wasn’t going to fix my life. But those minutes of peace when we were joined as one reminded me why it was all worth the fight.
I had no idea how long I’d been riding him when he rumbled, “Hurry up, or I’m takin’ over.”
My legs were beginning to ache, and a sheen of sweat covered us both.
But I was in no hurry to find my release.
I could have stayed in that moment forever.
However, his “takin’ over” definitely held some promise.
So I replied, “Take over, honey.”
Tucking my knee under his arm, he flipped us. I lost his cock on the way over, but I gained so much more as his large body covered me.
“You trust me?”
“Always.”
“You sore yet?” he asked, easing back inside me and then draping my legs over his shoulders.
I shook my head,
“That’s about to change,” he declared.
And then.
Heath.
Took.
Over.
Hard and fast. Rough and raw. A man on a mission, my body being his only way home.
“Fuck, Clare,” he growled, driving in and banging the headboard against the wall.
“Yes!” I cried out, my back arching off the bed and my nails raking down his chest as I tried to hold on.
He thoroughly worked me over. His hips bucked, creating a relentless pace as his thumb found my clit and drove me toward the edge. But, as the minutes wore on, I couldn’t step off.
He buried himself at the hilt and growled, “Get out of your head.”
If only it were that easy. He was hitting all the right spots. My body was thrumming with need, but I couldn’t fall.
Falling meant letting go, a novelty I’d never been afforded.
“Heath!” I objected when he suddenly stilled, just the tip of his length nestled inside me.
He shrugged my legs off his shoulders and pressed in slowly as he bent to kiss me. “Give it to me, babe.”
“I was trying,” I complained.
“Then stop trying and give me whatever burden has got you so blocked in your head you can’t even get off.”
I had no fucking idea how to do that. “I…I’m not sure…”
He shook his head and stared deep into my eyes, his thumb trailing over my cheekbone. “Listen to me. That burden is not yours anymore. Internalize it. Accept it. Then let it fucking go and trust me to take care of it. Of you. Of your girl. Of everything. I’ve got you, Clare. From here on out, it’s you and me.”
I blinked. Then blinked again. In a lot of ways, it had always been him and me.
Me and Luke.
Me and Agent Light.
And, now, me and Heath.
Ever since the day I’d met him, he’d taken care of me.
Even when I hadn’t known who he was.
And, at that realization, the strangest thing happened.
I breathed and my lungs weren’t constricted by the vise that had been smothering me for most of my life. Even before Walt.
Warm blood rushed into my veins, not a trace of the chill of reality.
For the first time in as long as I could remember, my pulse slowed and my tunnel vision expanded, which revealed a new dimension of clarity surrounding me.
“Oh my God,” I choked.
“There she is,” he breathed, brushing the sweat-soaked hair off my forehead.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, unable to get close enough.