More Than Miles (A Lost Kings MC Novel) (59 page)

As instructed, he leads us to a quiet corner table. He pulls Heidi’s chair out and fusses over her so much, she blushes. One hard look from me and he disappears.

Heidi’s gaze drifts to the window. “Oh, look how pretty the lake is at night.”

I can’t look at anything but her.

“Blake,” she whispers after staring at the menu for five seconds. “Everything’s so expensive.”

“It doesn’t matter. Get whatever you want.”

She opens her mouth, hesitates, and bites her lip. All of it adorable. All of it distracting me from finding something on the menu for myself.

“What?” I ask.

“I want to try the scallops.”

“Then do it. Whatever you want.”

The waiter pours our water and I give him our order.

I hate taking my eyes off her for even a second. My hand slides over hers. “You’re beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

“Hey, you never told me how it went at school.”

She gives me an uncertain look. “Okay. I feel bad I didn’t let my brother know I was going away,” she says, completely changing the topic.

“Uh, I told him I was going away for a few days, and he pretty much figured it out.”

She laughs softly. “Really?”

“Yeah. I think he’s made his peace with you and me being together.”

“At least you won’t drag me to Alaska,” she says.

I’m not sure how to respond, so I don’t. Our food arrives and she spends a lot of time checking it out before she takes a bite.

My steak is perfect, so I ask her if she wants to trade.

“No. I’m good.”

She finally dives in and hums with pleasure.

“Good?”

“Yes.”

After dinner, we order coffee and she asks for chocolate mousse. When the waiter leaves, I lean over the table. “Now I want to smear chocolate mousse all over you and lick it off.”

She doesn’t laugh—probably because she senses how serious I am—but she turns sideways and crosses her legs. My eyes are immediately drawn to her sexy, fucking green high heels. There’s a strap across the front, letting her toes peek out and another strap around her ankle that finishes in a bow, making them a wicked combination of sexy and cute. Shoes aren’t usually something I pay a lot of attention to on a woman, but I can’t stop staring at Heidi’s long, sleek legs or her perfectly painted pink toenails. She runs her hand down her leg and slowly drags it back up. I can’t tell if it’s a nervous gesture or if she’s trying to drive me nuts.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing. I really like what you’re wearing.”

Her cheeks turn pink and she lowers her gaze to the table. “I wanted to, you know, look like we belong together,” she says, twirling the spoon round and round in her coffee.

I snort. “You’re way too pretty to be with me.”

“I meant look older.”

“I know what you meant.”

Her dessert’s dropped off and she spends so much time licking and savoring the fluffy chocolate, I end up counting back from one hundred. The thing is, she’s not doing it to torture me or give me a painful erection I can’t do anything about at the moment.

But that’s why it’s so damn hot.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I ask mid-lick,

She hesitates, then nudges her bowl to me. “Try it.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

When she’s finished, I take her hand and lead her outside. There’s another restaurant and bar at the other end of the lodge. The bar looks more relaxed. “I should have brought you here,” I say.

“Doubt they had scallops.”

“You’re probably right.”

There’s a patio outside and even though it’s still cool out, a few couples are outside dancing. “Oh, I love this song,” she says, dragging me outside.

“I don’t dance, Heidi.”

“I know,” she says, wrapping her arms around me and swaying from side to side, until it’s impossible not to follow her. “I remember that was your excuse for not taking me to my junior-high dance.”

Yeah, that and I didn’t want to get arrested.

The memory’s bitter-sweet, because I know I probably hurt her feelings when I explained I would not be escorting her to any school dances. I hold her a little tighter, happy that part of our lives is behind us.

“We definitely couldn’t have done this,” I murmur into her hair.

“No.” She tilts her head back staring into my eyes. The heels put her at the perfect height for easy kisses, and I take a few. She tastes like chocolate.

“I’m really liking the shoes,” I say when we part.

She places kisses along my jaw and whispers in my ear, “I have a secret.”

“What’s that, beautiful?”

“My underwear matches the shoes.”

It takes a second for her words to sink in. I’m not quite used to this grown-up, confident sex-kitten version of Heidi. She’s a lot of fuckin’ fun, though.

“Prove it.”

Her brows draw down. “What?”

“Give ‘em to me.”

“Now?”

I stare at her, explaining without words, that yes, I mean
now.

The corners of her mouth quirk up. A sexy little smile that says she’s considering it. Her gaze darts around the patio, finally landing on a dark corner. She drags me over to it, tucking herself between the low stone wall and my body to wiggle the panties down her legs. This may have started out as a teasing challenge, but she has my full attention as she balls them up and slaps the underwear in my open palm.

“Green. See?” She smiles with satisfaction, but I feel like the winner of our little game. I confirm the colors match and tuck them in my pocket.

“Hey, give them back,” she protests.

I grab her hips, sandwiching her between my body and the wall behind her. “You won’t be needing them.”

She slides her hands through my hair, pulling me in for a kiss. Kissing for so long, I forget where we are. My hands fist in the material of her dress, tugging it up. She breaks the kiss, laughing softly. “There are people here.”

No one’s paying attention to us, but I’d rather be alone with her than risk getting caught. “Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand.

“What, no midnight kayak ride?” she teases and I stop.

I turn, wanting to give her anything and everything she wants. “We can do that.”

She wraps her arms around my waist, clinging to me. Her happy face tips up, her brown eyes finding mine. “I’m kidding. Take me to our room.”

We’re barely inside the door, and he has me pinned against it. Rough hands skim over my legs, under my dress, gripping my thighs. I slide my hands through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Deep, long kisses that make it easy to forget where I end and he begins. I have no idea what time it is or of anything outside this moment. Cool air touches my skin as he pushes my dress up around my waist. His lips trail down, kissing and licking my neck.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“Good.”

“I mean it. I’ve never wanted anything more than you,” he says against my lips.

“Me, too.” Warmth spreads over my skin. His hands tighten on my hips and he turns me to face the door. Big, warm hands slide over my ass and upper thighs. Next, he works the zipper down, peeling the dress from my body. He leans in and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You looked beautiful tonight. Will you wear this for me again?” he asks in a low, husky voice.

“Any time you want.” I answer, stepping out of the dress.

He makes a growly noise that sounds a little like thank you and keeps kissing my shoulder, up to my neck. “Hmm. This is green too,” he says, running his finger over the back of my bra. “So much attention to detail.”

“Only for you.” I barely get the words out. The roughness of his clothes pressed up against my bare skin leaves me quivering, aching to find out what he plans to do to me. From the moment he asked me to hand my panties over downstairs, my body’s been pushed to the edge. I’m so worked up I might explode. “You need something?” he asks with a rough chuckle.

I flatten my palms on the door and push back against him, arching my back. His hands slide down my body, encircling my waist, pulling me into him. One hand drops, his finger finding my clit, massaging, circling until I moan. Finally,
ohmygod
, finally he slides a finger lower, pushing in and slowly pulling out. I shudder, trembling as my orgasm builds. “Please, don’t stop.”

He kisses my cheek. “No plans to stop, beautiful. I want you to come for me over and over tonight.”

The promise of more to come combined with his steady touch sets off flashes of white light behind my eyes, and an orgasm ripples through my body. My brain’s unaware of anything but the pleasure of Blake’s hands.

“Turn around,” he says against my ear.

Slowly, I gather control of my body and turn, my skin rubbing against the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Take my shirt off,” he demands.

“My pleasure.”

He lets out a soft, rumbling laugh that turns to a groan when I slip my hands under his T-shirt. Stripping the shirt off, I drop it on the floor with my dress. I look up at him through my lashes, while running my hands over his exposed skin, enjoying the hard muscles of his chest and abs.

His next movements are so quick, I barely know what’s happening. He pins me to the door with his hips, while his hands drop to his belt and he works his jeans open. The clink and drop of his belt sends shivers through me. Anticipation flutters over every inch of my skin as he pulls a condom from his pocket and smooths it on. He steps closer, gripping my ass and lifting, pressing my shoulder blades into the door. “Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” His husky whisper has me eager to do anything he asks.

I’m so frantic to have him inside me, I wriggle, digging my hands into his shoulders. “Easy, I got you.” Then he’s pushing forward and it’s so, so good. I pull his head to me and kiss him. “Fuck, you’re perfect. We fit so right.” Both of us look down to where we’re connected, watching as he pulls out and pushes back inside.

I’m so overcome with feelings of belonging to Blake. Wanting him to be mine. “You’re mine.” My words come out in a hard whisper, but he understands them fine.

“
Hellfuckingyes
I am.”

A second orgasm washes over me. Heavy breathing fills the air. My mouth closes over his skin, my teeth grazing, tongue tasting. He grinds his hips into me and comes with my name on his lips.

Slowly, he lets go of my hips and I unwind my legs from his body. My legs are trembling so hard, I can’t hold myself up. He picks me up, carrying me across the room. Shuffling because his pants are somewhere around his knees. Gently setting me on the bed, he drops a kiss on my forehead. “Be right back.”

I stretch out, throwing my arms over my head.

“Even after fucking me dry, seeing you like that goes straight to my dick.” Despite his crude words, he gently traces his finger down my leg, landing on my foot. “Want me to take these off for you?”

“Please?” I ask, holding my foot up.

He gently works both shoes off, then climbs into bed, hovering over me, lowering his head to kiss me. “Now that’s what you call dessert.”

He settles next to me, snuggling me close.

“Better than chocolate mousse?” I tease.

His warm laughter rumbles right through me. One of his hands cups my cheek, and I stare into his green eyes until I’m lost. “I want to learn everything about you, Heidi. Every little thing that makes you tick. What turns you on. Everything you enjoy.”

I tilt my head, kissing his hand. “We have our whole lives ahead of us.”