Heath came around Ally’s side and smiled down at her. “Hi, Ally. I don’t want to interrupt, but I thought I’d say hi. I was doing rounds and needed a little pick-me-up.” He held up a coffee cup as his eyes flicked to Amanda. “Hi. I’m Heath.”
He held out a hand, and Amanda shook it, blinking off her stupor while Ally tried to calm her racing heart. Heath looked delicious in a pair of dark slacks and a light blue dress shirt with a striped silk tie. Oh, what she’d like to do with that tie. She felt her cheeks heat up and was thankful when Amanda’s introduction distracted her from her dirty thoughts.
“Hi. I’m Amanda, Ally’s sister.”
“I thought I noticed a resemblance. Hi, Amanda. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Heath touched Ally’s cheek, and she met his gaze. “Are you free after work? There’s someplace I’d like to show you.”
“Sure. I work until five.”
“I’m afraid I have to work later. Can I pick you up around seven?”
“That sounds perfect.” He squeezed her hand and said goodbye.
As he walked away, Ally released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“Whoa, you are taken with him.” Amanda nudged Ally’s shoulder. “And now I see why. He’s really hot.”
“That he is.” Ally tried to act like her stomach wasn’t doing flips, when it was all she could do to remain seated and not run around like a lovesick woman with a silly grin on her face and say, He’s mine! That magnificent man is mine!
“Al, he looked at you like Dad looks at Mom.”
Their parents had been high school sweethearts, and to this day, they still looked at each other like they were the only ones in the room. To find that type of love was more than Ally could imagine. Now her sister’s comment had her reassessing the intensity that she saw in Heath’s eyes every time he looked at her. Could Amanda be right?
She chewed on that thought all afternoon. By the time Heath knocked on Ally’s door that evening, they’d already shared several screens’ worth of sexy texts, and she couldn’t wait to be in his arms again.
“Hi,” she said as she pulled the door open.
With one strong arm Heath swept her body to his and claimed her mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss.
“I missed you,” he said against her lips before kissing her again. The kiss was slow and so intense that she felt her insides shatter with desire.
She twined her arms around his neck and kissed him more urgently, moaning as he reciprocated and lifted her into his arms. Her legs circled his waist, and his hands slid beneath her skirt and immediately into her panties, furtively seeking her pleasure. She’d never wanted a man so completely, craved him so intensely that she would give herself up in the first few minutes of coming together—and with Heath, she couldn’t get enough of him, or give herself up fast enough.
“Oh, baby,” he said into her mouth. He drew back, and his eyes were dark with desire. “You’re so wet.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She lowered her lips to his. “Those texts. God, Heath. I never knew I could get so turned on just thinking about you being hard.”
He slid his fingers inside her, and her head tipped back. “Yes.”
He carried her across the floor toward the bed.
“I had such a nice date planned.” He kissed her again, all the while driving her crazy with his fingers, teasing, taunting, making her insides swell with need.
“Later,” she whispered.
He lowered her down to the bed on her back, and she slid to the edge and reached for the button of his pants as he loosened his tie and took off his shirt.
“Keep your tie,” she said as she fumbled with his button and zipper, then yanked down his slacks and briefs, freeing his eager erection.
She looked up as she wrapped her fingers around his hard length.
“I should text you more often,” he teased.
She dragged her tongue from base to tip, and he sucked in air between gritted teeth, fisting his hands in her hair as she took him in her mouth. She cradled his balls with one hand while stroking him with the other, sucking and licking until he was breathing hard, guiding her efforts with not-so gentle tugs of her hair that heightened her arousal.
“Lie down on your back,” she said as she wiggled out of her clothes.
Ally had never seen anything as appealing as Heath Wild lying naked on her bed, stroking his erection while watching her strip.
She grabbed his tie from where he’d set it on the bedside table and straddled him.
His eyes narrowed. “Ally?”
She lifted his hand and sucked his fingers into her mouth. Her taste still lingered on his skin. She knew that would turn him on and distract him from what she wanted to do.
“Christ, Ally,” he whispered as she began wrapping the silk around his thick wrist.
She felt his muscles tense.
“Ally.” A warning.
“What?”
“I’ve never been on this end of things.”
That stopped her cold—and excited the hell out of her. She leaned over him and traced his lips with her tongue.
“Then I’ll be your first. I like that.”
“Ally. I don’t know.” His chest heaved beneath her with each heavy breath.
“Don’t you trust me?”