In big ways.
An orgasm starts like liquid fire low in my belly, slowly creeping up little by little as he drives into me. Like fate, we find our release at the exact same time, both of us crying out as the best, most intense, most beautiful orgasm rocks us. I clutch him, body trembling, my sex grinding against him, letting it all out. I feel every pulse as he releases into me. It’s incredible.
It takes a few minutes for us both to come down from the high we just rode together, and when we do, he carefully releases me and lets my feet touch the ground again. For a minute I just stand there, my legs weak on the floor, my eyes pointed down. What did I just do? Oh god. What did I just do? I put my hands against his chest and push him back before ducking out and rushing up the stairs.
“Lucy!” he calls after me, but I don’t stop.
I race to my bedroom and slam the door, sliding down against it and dropping my head into my hands. My husband hasn’t even been gone a month, and I’m already falling into bed with another man. What the hell is wrong with me? Tears trickle out and run down my cheeks. I’m such a horrible person.
“Lucy!” Heath pounds on the door. “Open.”
I don’t answer.
“Open the door or I’ll climb in the damned window.”
I look up to the window and notice it’s open. That’s how he got in.
Jerk.
“Three seconds or I come into that window.”
I shuffle forward, and he must hear it because a second later the door opens and he steps in, shirtless, his jeans pulled up but unbuttoned. His hair is a mess, his body is perfect, and god dammit, he looks so fucking gorgeous. He kneels down in front of me, taking my chin in his hand and tilting my head back. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
“My husband has been gone a few weeks, and I’m already sleeping with another man.”
“Firstly and most importantly, your husband is gone, so you’ve done nothing wrong. Secondly, I’m not just another man, and you know it.”
Dammit he’s right.
Still.
I look away.
“Don’t beat yourself up. That was going to happen, now, a month down the track—eventually, I was going to have you, and you know it.”
“I hate you, jerk,” I mutter.
I peek up at him and he’s grinning down at me. “You don’t hate me. Now get up. We’re going to shower.”
“No, we’re not.”
His eyes flash. “Oh, we are. You either come with me willingly or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you anyway.”
I stare defiantly at him.
“Have it your way.” He leans closer, launches my body up and stands, me over his shoulder. I can’t help the smile that creeps across my face. This man. He’s messing with my head in the best kind of way, and I love it.
“Stop smiling,” he mumbles, walking into my bathroom.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I huff.
He slaps my ass.
I can’t help it. I giggle.
And it feels amazing because it feels like it’s been forever since that’s happened.
Forever.
***
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I mumble against Heath’s skin later that night as we lie in bed.
“Stop overthinking it.”
“Everyone in my life thinks you’re imaginary, you disappear more than you’re around, yet here I am in bed with you. Something is very wrong with this picture.”
“Yeah. You overthinking it.”
I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see.
“Don’t roll your eyes.”
I push up and stare down at him. “How do you know I rolled my eyes?”
“I could feel it.”
I snort. “Whatever. Are you some sort of super spy or something?”
He grins.
I put my head back against his chest. “Seriously, how do you always know where I am?”
“I have eyes on you.”
I screw up my nose. “You have eyes on me? What kind of eyes? Your eyes?”
He grunts. “No. Not always. Mostly other people’s.”
“Other people? Who?” I cry, pushing up again.
He scans my face, and his grin turns into a smile. “I have people that are willing to help me.”
I huff. “Can’t you just tell me what it is you’re doing?”
He loses his smile. “I wish I could, believe me, but I can’t right now. I’m in too deep.”
“So am I.”
His hand travels up my spine, stopping between my shoulder blades. “No, you’re not. You’re going to stay out of this.”
“That girl is scared and alone, not to mention all the others who are probably in there. I can’t just stay out of it, Heath. They need help.”
“And that’s what I’m working on. If you interfere, you could make it worse.”
“Then let me help.”
His eyes harden. “No fucking way.”
“Please, let me help. I can do something. I can get information . . .”
“No, you can’t. They know who you are now after your little song and dance in the mall. There is no way you can be seen anywhere near it or me again.”