The same day I started seeing the therapist, I started working with the DEA to take Walter down. In exchange for complete immunity for my part in any of his crimes, I spent days upon days answering questions and filling them in on everything I knew about his operations.
Tomlinson wouldn’t allow Heath in the room while they questioned me, and I feared his head was going to explode the first day when I came out crying. By the second day, he relaxed a fraction, but he was always sitting in a chair on the other side of the door when I came out, an exhausted and worried look painting his handsome face.
But that was then…and now was now.
And, in the now, it was Christmas Eve and his mouth was between my legs, his tongue making tight circles over my sensitive clit.
“Yes!” I cried, arching off the bed.
“Hurry, babe,” he ordered roughly, his hand sliding up my stomach to my breasts.
He thoroughly worked me with his mouth, sucking and licking as he drew me to the edge. But it was his skilled fingers at my nipples, plucking and rolling, that sent me over.
I came hard, long, and beautifully.
“Heath, honey,” I moaned when he continued eating away at me. I squirmed beneath him, too sensitive post-orgasm but still wanting more. “You promised me your cock.”
His head lifted, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leaned to the nightstand to retrieve a condom. “You say the word cock again and we’re not gonna make it that far.”
I spoke around a wide smile as I said, “Cock.” I enunciated each letter while propping my feet on the bed and allowing my knees to fall open.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes dipping to my core. “If I hadn’t woken up this morning with dreams of your pussy, I’d fuck that mouth of yours.”
“We could do both,” I suggested, reaching out for him.
He grinned as he tore the condom open, the muscles on his stomach rippling as he worked it down his thick shaft. “Christmas is tomorrow, Clare. We can do both then.” He winked, and my stomach fluttered with the excitement of “both” more than any gifts under the tree.
Once he had the condom in place, he kept his feet on the floor and bent his tall frame over me to take my mouth in a deep and wet kiss, the taste of my release lingering on his lips.
“What do you need, Clare?” he asked against my mouth.
I replied with the same but no less accurate answer as always. “You.”
“Then take it,” he rasped.
I reached between us and lined us up, and then Heath took it from there.
He fucked me hard and fast, but it was Heath, so it was also loving and gentle.
His hands were in my hair, his teeth nipping at my neck, his powerful body pinning me to the mattress.
Orgasm number two built within me. His pace quickened as I locked my legs at the ankle around his back, using my heels to urge him deeper.
A request he more than fulfilled.
As the first wave hit me, I raked my nails down his back and he quickly covered my mouth with his own to swallow my cry. A few strokes later, I swallowed his growl as he found his own release.
Then I took his weight as he collapsed on top of me. His mouth went to my ear as his early morning scruff scratched my cheek.
“Merry Christmas Eve, babe.”
Isn’t that the damn truth. “Merry Christmas Eve, Heath.”
“Mama! Luke made Christmas bacon!” Tessa exclaimed as I entered the kitchen.
I laughed, going straight to her and kissing her forehead. “His name’s Heath, baby,” I reminded her for the millionth time.
“No. He Luke,” she giggled before chomping down on a piece of bacon.
“Sweet girl, you can call me whatever you want,” Heath said from the stove. “You want some, babe?”
I walked his way, snagging a coffee mug from the cabinet before pressing up on my toes and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. “What’s Christmas bacon?”
“It from a reindeer,” Tessa answered behind me.
I playfully lifted my eyebrows. “We’re eating Rudolph?”
He stared down at me with a bright smile. “Nah. It’s just regular bacon, but she told me she didn’t like it. Reindeer bacon is soooo much tastier, apparently.”
I laughed again. “In that case, bacon sounds ah-mazing.”
“Oh good. I saved Dancer just for you.” He kissed me again.
I went to the coffee maker and poured a cup. “Where are Roman and Elisabeth?”
A loud sizzle filled the kitchen as he added more bacon to the pan. “They went out to grab a few last-minute things for tomorrow. Oh, that reminds me. The last of the packages”—his gaze flashed to Tessa—“arrived. We’re all set for tonight.”
I smiled, stirring milk and sugar into my coffee.
Tessa and I hadn’t left the house since we’d arrived almost a month earlier. It wasn’t safe, not while Walt was still out there. So, with Christmas fast approaching, Heath had insisted we go online and do some shopping for Tessa. I felt like a mooch with no way to so much as buy gifts for my daughter, so I added exactly three items to the online cart.