The Fighter (The High Rise, Book 1) (19 page)

“I should be
heading down to the weight room right now, but seeing your
beautiful ass cooking breakfast trumps it,” Heath shares in a
sleepy, gravelly voice.

I curl an arm
up putting my hand at the back of his neck. “Good morning,
handsome.”

He twists his
head to give me a kiss which instantly becomes hot, deep and wet
when he turns me to face him. He pulls the pen out of my hair
letting it fall around my shoulders and picking me up, sets me on
the opposite counter where I wrap my legs around his waist just
above the jeans he’s wearing. The kiss gets even more heated when
his hands slide up my legs then around to cup my butt and he jerks
me to the edge of the counter against him when he realizes I’m not
wearing anything under his shirt.

“Fuck me,” he
mutters against my lips while his fingers work on the buttons of
the shirt then splay it open as his hands slide inside to grip my
waist.

My hands slide
over his smooth back then around to unbutton his jeans because
seeing how I can’t get enough of him why should now be any
different. His huge cock springs out and I grip it sliding my hand
down, twisting it as I move it back up. His hand at my back makes
me arch while he grabs my breast roughly with his other hand, his
mouth coming down to suck hard on my nipple making me moan
loudly.

“Need to be
inside you,” he growls taking his cock in his hand, rubbing the
head against me, coating it with my slickness, and guiding himself
inside seats himself deep with a powerful thrust.

“Oh, my God,”
I whisper digging my fingers into his shoulders when his hand grips
my thigh so his thumb can work my clit.

He begins
pounding inside me, his thrusts almost punishing, fucking me hard,
the look on his face one of fierce concentration as he watches
himself driving in.

His eyes come
to mine and I realize this is angry sex; he’s still pissed about
last night.

“Heath,” I
breathe out.

“Don’t you
ever,”
THRUST!
“fucking,”
THRUST!
“do that shit,”
THRUST!
“again,”
deep THRUST and GRIND
as his dark
eyes bore into mine.

My head goes
back smacking the cabinet as I come, my back arching so much I
almost come off the counter, my legs shaking uncontrollably as
euphoric waves blast every part of me wide open. Good lord.

“My girl likes
it rough,” he says huskily, continuing his onslaught of chastening
drives until he buries himself to the hilt, reaching his peak with
a groan at my neck.

We stay that
way for a while catching our breath then he whispers in my ear,
“God I love fucking you.”

And all I can
do is nod.

“Shower,” he
mutters, picking me up and carrying me to his bathroom.

I finally
become coherent enough to say, “Omelets.”

“We’ll nuke
‘em,” he answers, kissing me softly and turning on the water.

“I just love
the walk of shame,” I kid, picking up my shoes from the bedroom
floor then going into the living room to get my dress. “I can’t
find my thong,” I call, looking around the room having no idea
where it landed.

We showered
then ate our omelets in our towels and now I’m dressed in a pair of
Heath’s shorts that are sagging even though I’ve got them cinched
as tightly as they’ll go. The t-shirt I wear says, “World’s Okayest
Brother” that his brother (duh) got him last Christmas as a joke.
I’m barefooted and looking magnificent, I’m sure.

He comes into
the living room and snorts making me raise an eyebrow and cock a
hip out to the side giving him attitude while I hold on to the
waistband of the shorts to keep them up.

“You look
hot,” he comments walking over to me, bending down to give me a
kiss.

“Zip it,” I
answer when he pulls away, doing a clamping motion with my hand
quickly having to grab my shorts before they fall down.

He laughs.
“Always bein’ cute, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, well,
someone’s gotta do it.” I look around. “I still can’t find my
thong. So I guess the next woman you have over, you might have to
do some ‘splainin’.” It gets really quiet and I look up to see him
semi-glaring at me. “What?”

“I don’t plan
on having a ‘next woman’ over. Do you plan on having any other men
over?”

Ha! My sneaky
little comment worked! I got him to inadvertently admit we’re going
to be exclusive.

“I don’t think
so,” I say.

“Good,” he
answers. Then he adds, “And don’t think I don’t know what you just
did right there.”

My eyes get
big at being caught.

“Ready?” he
asks with a chuckle.

“Yep,” I say,
turning to walk to the door but he snatches me up bridal style in
his arms. “Whoa!”

“Can’t let you
do the walk of shame alone,” he replies. He bends telling me to get
my dress from the back of the couch and I drape it over my arm.
Then opening the door, he walks down the hallway.

He sets me
down in front of my door holding my shoes for me while I get the
key out of my clutch when suddenly the door opens and Dani takes
one look at me and cracks up.

“Go on a
shopping spree, did you? You’ve got great taste, Heath.” She gives
him a sarcastic thumbs up before going back to eating her
cereal.

I roll my eyes
as we step inside. “Follow me,” I tell him leading him to my
bedroom. I put my shoes in my closet then go to my dresser grabbing
a pair of panties from a drawer. I turn to him not knowing if I
should change right here or go to the bathroom. At his challenging
gaze, I let the waistband of his shorts go and drop trou, stepping
out of them and smirking at the impressed look on his face as I
pull my panties on. It’s not like he saw anything anyway since the
t-shirt I’m wearing is like a dress on me and it’s not like he
hasn’t already seen me naked already either. I’m such a dork.

“Cute,” he
murmurs wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his hands on
my butt. “Next weekend, can you get Monday off too? I’d like to
take you to my cabin.”

He’s told me
about his place in Big Bear and I’m dying to see it. “Yes!” I
answer right away. “Will there be snow?” I’ve always loved snow, I
guess because we never get any here. My family’s gone on vacation
to Colorado to ski before and I loved it.

He chuckles.
“There was when I went up a few weeks ago. I’m sure we can find
some.”

“I can’t
wait.” I tiptoe up and lay a big smooch on him, sad that our date
has to come to an end.

He looks down
at me. “I should be done by seven tonight. If you happened to show
up about seven-thirty, I just might have a steak ready for
you.”

“If I happen
to have time, I’ll do that,” I tease.

“And bring a
change of clothes,” he adds looking at what I’m wearing. “You look
ridiculous.”

I laugh and
smack him on the chest before he pulls me to him, kissing me deep.
After, he takes my hand dragging me behind him out of my bedroom
and to the front door.

“I’ll see you
later,” he says, bending one last time for a kiss. “Bye, Dani,” he
calls and leaves.

I close the
door, turning and leaning against it with a contented sigh.

“Well, he’s
hotter than hot,” Dani comments taking a slurpy bite of her
cereal.

“He is,” I say
dreamily.

“You’re
adorable together.”

“He missed
weights this morning for me,” I share.

She gets up
taking her bowl to the sink. “As serious as he is about his
lifting, that’s about the equivalent of him proposing.” That makes
me chuckle as I watch her put her bowl in the dishwasher before she
comments nonchalantly, “Oh, I met Ian Somerhalder.”

I push off the
door and scream, “What?”

She turns to
me grinning. “I know! Oh, my God, Lane, he’s gorgeous! And those
eyes! Holy shitballs! They’re so freaking blue they’re almost
clear!”

I make her
tell me every detail of Chastity’s shoot which is amazing.

“You should’ve
been there! Best time ever!” she exclaims but I have to
disagree.

Last night
with Heath was.

On my knees
underneath him, I rock back into Heath, taking him deeper, begging
him to let me come.

I’d gotten to
his apartment at eight and we’d eaten the steaks he’d grilled,
asparagus he’d steamed and potatoes he’d wrapped in foil and cooked
on the grill. I told him he was welcome to cook for me anytime to
which he’d replied that as long as I cleaned up, he was more than
willing, actually implying that a woman’s place was in the
kitchen.

When I said he
must be joking and he shook his head letting me know he wasn’t, I’d
called him a jerk and started to leave telling him he could clean
his own damned kitchen.

He’d grabbed
me, laughing, saying he was kidding and that his mother would kick
his ass if he seriously thought that way, and then he kissed me
which had led to some awesome things.

Except now it
feels as if he’s been teasing me for what seems like hours.

He buries
himself deep inside me, his chest against my back, his fingers
rolling my nipple between them making me cry out. His other hand is
against the wall in front of us keeping us steady as he pulls his
hips back then slams back inside me.

“You wanna
come, baby?” he asks gruffly.

“God, yes!
Please!” I plead.

He starts
moving inside me again, ever so slowly as his fingers leave my
nipple and his hand travels slowly down, over my belly, where his
fingers barely skim my clit making me moan and push my hips toward
his fingers wanting more.

God!

And now I’ve
had enough. Bending my arms, I put the side of my head on the bed
and reach back with my hands to touch myself and almost scream when
he says, “Nuh uh,” pulling my hands away, stretching them out in
front of me as he thrusts inside me several times.

Now I want to
cry.

Until he pulls
out and turns me to lie on my back, lacing his hands in mine and
pulling my arms over my head. He slides slowly inside me and starts
moving before pressing his mouth to mine, our tongues tangling
together, and the friction against my clit as he moves immediately
making me orgasm. Gah! He swallows my scream, keeping his mouth on
mine as he mumbles, “Good girl.”

He reaches his
climax a few moments later, driving his cock in deep before his
head falls back and he lets out a deep groan. He collapses to the
side so his entire body weight isn’t on me and informs between
breaths, “You’re stayin’ with me tonight.”

Well, okay
then.

He now turns
us so that that I’m lying on top of him and uses both hands to push
my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ears before his hands
slide down my back, one stopping at the middle, the other one
landing on my butt. I rest my chin on my hand that’s on his chest
looking back at him.

“Where’ve you
been all my life?” he says quietly and my heart melts.

I slide up and
touch my lips to his then moving my hand, turn my head to the side,
laying it on his chest and answer, “Waiting for you.”

Then I fall
asleep.