“You’ve got to put your arms down or you’ll hurt tomorrow.” He lowered her arms, brushing his thumbs over her bound hands as he gently placed them in front of her, then propped up pillows behind her and lifted her into a reclining position. “You okay?” he asked.
His thoughtfulness only warmed her toward him. She nodded as he straddled her and stroked his hard length, inches in front of her mouth. She licked her lips, leaning toward him as he pressed his hips forward. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive glans, then lapped at the bead on the tip. He moaned and pressed his hands flat against the headboard, moving in closer, his knees straddling her waist, allowing her to lean back against the pillows as he moved in and out of her mouth in a slow, taunting pace.
“More,” she said around the thick head of his erection, and opened her mouth wider.
He thrust in deep, meeting the back of her throat. She bobbed forward and back, lifting her bound hands to cradle his sac.
“Aw, fuck, Ally.” His muscles flexed all over his body as she sucked and teased and felt him swell impossibly thicker in her mouth.
He drew out fast. “I’ve got to have you.” He unbound her hands, and his eyes darted around the room. “Fuck.” He shot off the bed and retrieved his pants, then dug a condom from his wallet.
Ally watched him sheath his shaft, and in two determined steps he was perched over her again. His inky lashes blinked down at her as the tip of his arousal touched her swollen sex. She spread her legs wider, pushing on the back of his hips as he claimed her mouth and thrust in deep at the same time, sending a shock of pleasure through her. They both went a little crazy, pawing and sucking, biting and thrusting. He fisted his hands in her hair again, then eased his grip, cupping her head.
“Come with me.”
It wasn’t a suggestion, and it took only a minute for him to strike the spot that shattered her control. She cried out his name as he ground out hers—Ally—and their bodies clung together until the last of their magnificent orgasms pulsed through them.
Chapter Two
HEATH SAT IN one of the conference rooms Saturday evening trying to focus on the physician giving the lecture, but all he could think about was the incredible woman he’d left in the wee hours of the morning after he’d come harder than he had in years. Ally. She’d asked him to stay the night, and waking up with her in his arms had been a tempting proposition. But he’d stuck by his motto: Get in, get off, get out. He’d been clear with Ally. No ties—at least none other than the silk, leather, or otherwise that fall into the bondage category. He was a partner in a busy medical practice; the last thing he needed was for some clingy woman to complain about him working too many hours. That was why he rarely dated, and only when he was away from New York City, where he lived and worked, did he allow himself casual affairs. Vermont was far enough away from New York that he felt safe from clingy fingers, but hell if he could get Ally out of his head, with her delicate face, high cheekbones, and adorable rounded chin—and those big brown doe eyes that gave her a hint of innocence.
Eyes that said, Fuck me hard, but don’t tell anyone.
Oh yes, Ally had tempted him into behavior he rarely allowed himself to enjoy the first time he was with a woman. But there was something about the way she’d kissed him, like their mouths had been fucking for years, and the way she’d come in the elevator, open and anticipatory, moving her hips in practiced precision as he stroked the spot that took her over the edge fast and hard. Oh yes, all those things brought out that hidden side of himself. And he’d fucking loved it.
He checked his watch. Another half hour and the full day of lectures would be over. He shouldn’t seek Ally out again, but he’d been looking for her between each lecture and then again at the lunch and dinner breaks. Yesterday she’d been working at the registration desk when he’d arrived, handing out name badges and itineraries, and she’d been milling about between lectures. But he had yet to find her today, and it was driving him crazy. Had she left the conference early? He found himself wondering what she did for a living. She obviously wasn’t a doctor, or she wouldn’t have been handing out registrations. Maybe she worked for the hosting organization.
What was he doing? She was a one-night stand. He needed to leave her as such. He forced himself to push the lingering questions away.
The woman next to him had been flirting with him for the past hour, and even that hadn’t distracted him from thoughts of Ally. Now she leaned in close, her slim shoulder brushing his.
“Want to grab a drink after the lecture?” Her husky voice slid over him.