Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (32 page)

“God, I’ve missed
you,” she whispered through our kisses and I felt a tear on her
cheek. I kissed it away, sitting back on a kitchen chair and bringing
her onto my lap. I couldn’t stop kissing her. I never wanted to
stop again. She tasted like honey and sunshine and fresh starts and I
sipped and licked and kissed her over and over again, my hands
threading up through her soft hair, down along her slender waist.

“Violet, is there…?”
I managed, kissing, nibbling her ear, tasting her down at her neck. I
felt her shiver under my hands. I wanted to make her shiver more.
“Can you…?” I brought my lips down to the hollow of her throat
and she tilted back her chin, giving me access. I sucked, licked, bit
her slightly on her tender, sensitive skin and she gasped, her hands
coming up to my broad shoulders to clasp me there, hard. She looked
at me, heavy-lidded and gorgeous. I rested my forehead to hers,
trying to catch my breath, trying to remember what I wanted to say.

“Can you forgive me?”
I asked.

“Heath!” She threw
her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my
shoulder. “I can’t stop thinking about you! I’m so crazy about
you! Of course I forgive you!”

There was nothing for
it but more kissing. Her limbs twined around me like a vine as we
drew closer and closer together. Her tongue, her skin, the soft
sounds from her mouth, the sweet taste of her lips, I was drunk off
Violet and I never wanted to sober up again.

“But, Heath.” She
pushed away from me slightly, creating a small gap I instantly hated.
“I said some awful things. Can you forgive me?”

“Mmmm.” I savored
her scent, breathing in her hair as my hands wound their way lower,
lower until I cupped her buttocks. I pressed her against my groin as
she straddled me on the chair. She gasped as she felt me hard,
bulging and pressing against the seam of my jeans. “I forgive you,”
I murmured. “But I may need to punish you a bit first.” My large
hands gripped her ass cheeks firmly.

Her eyes flew open, and
she laughed breathlessly.

“I won’t do it in
your mom’s kitchen,” I promised her, moving my hands back up to
safer territory around her waist. Only a little bit safer, though.
She felt so good under my hands I itched to get her naked, run my
fingers along her curves, bare for me every inch.

“No, not in my mom’s
kitchen,” she agreed. And did I detect a slight waver of
disappointment in her voice? Oh, I’d give her what she wanted. She
didn’t have to worry about that.

“Can I take you out,
Violet?” I whispered, kissing her lips again, then down along her
jaw.

“You mean, like, a
date?” she asked, breathless again. I licked her ear, enjoying the
way I made her breath hitch. I could see her nipples pebbling through
her shirt, and I longed to reach my hand up and play, tease, torture
her just the way she liked. But there would be a time and a place.
Soon.

“Yes.” I brought my
hands sedately to her hips, quieting myself. Down boy.

“Sure,” she said,
looking eager and delighted. “There’s a great pizza place right
down the block.”

“Violet, I have
something else in mind.” I smiled at her, bringing my thumb to
caress her bottom lip. I knew we’d both have a good time at a pizza
place. But after what she’d been through, she needed slightly more
special treatment. Plus, my brother’s fiancé had given me strict
instructions on how to do this right. I didn’t want to fuck things
up again.

“Tomorrow night, are
you free?” I asked.

She nodded, her tongue
flicking out briefly to touch the pad of my thumb. My gaze instantly
narrowed to that one spot, fixated on her pink tongue and red lips
and I could imagine that tongue doing so much more, licking and
sucking me so good. But I had plans and I would see them through.

“Good,” I nodded,
moving my finger away from her gorgeously distracting mouth. “I’ll
come by around seven o’clock.”

“What are we going to
do?”

“I’m not telling
you.”

“Oh, you’re not,
are you?” She raised her eyebrows as she looked at me.

“That’s right.” I
wanted to keep it a surprise.

“Who are you? Clean
shaven and taking me out for a night on the town?”

“I’m a man of
mystery,” I told her, giving her a wink. She laughed and smiled,
and it was about the best thing I’d seen in weeks. Since I’d last
seen her, to be exact.

§

I’d never been the
type of guy to spend time sprucing up for a date. But I had to admit,
that night I wanted to look sharp.

“This one? Or this
one?” I asked my audience. My brother and his fiancé sat on the
couch watching me hold up two pairs of shirts.

“You’ve got to try
them on, big guy,” Ash told me. I grumbled like a little kid
getting dressed by his mom for Christmas dinner. “Hey,” he
admonished me. “Do you know how much crazy shit I’ve worn for
photo shoots? The costumes I’ve put on for shows?”

“That’s your own
damn fault,” I told him. No one had forced him to be a rockstar.

“Try it on for us,
Heath,” Ana asked nicely, trying a little sugar with the growly
bear. “We’ll make sure you look amazing for your night out with
Violet.”

They’d hooked me up
with prime time reservations at one of the hottest restaurants in the
city. All it took was one drop of Ash’s name and—
bam
—we
had a table for two. I guessed the least I could do was let them play
dress up with me.

By the time I was ready
to head out, I was glad I’d let them have their way. They’d done
a better job with me than I ever could. I wasn’t exactly a good
judge of fashion, but even I knew when I looked in the mirror they’d
cleaned me up good.

“You look so
handsome!” Ana squealed, clapping her hands together.

“He is a strapping
young lad,” Ash agreed, wrapping his arm protectively around his
fiancé’s waist.

They let me wear some
dark jeans, but insisted I pair it with a fitted collared shirt and a
casual jacket.

“I can’t believe
these fit me,” I marveled, pulling on the lapels of the jacket,
pleased with my ability to move my shoulders and arms. Ash and I were
not exactly the same size. “Wait, why do you have clothes that fit
me?” I turned to him. Ash conveniently excused himself because he
heard his phone ringing. I did not hear any ringing.

“He might have picked
up a few things for you,” Ana confessed. “Don’t be angry with
him.”

“He went shopping for
me?” I asked, baffled.

“No.” She laughed,
amused by the idea. “But he did ask his stylist to pick up a couple
of things for you.”

I looked at her, not
any less confused.

“And I might have
given him the idea to ask her to do that,” she confessed as well.
“Since I knew you had someone you liked and wanted to see. I
thought maybe you’d want to take her out.”

Ash had sure found
himself a good woman. “Thank you,” I said, for lack of better
words.

She nodded. “Have a
good time tonight.”

She left me to admire
my reflection in the mirror—something I’d done maybe never before
in my life—and wonder exactly why I’d thought it was such a good
idea to cut myself off completely from anything to do at all with my
family. Maybe letting people in from time to time wasn’t as bad as
I’d thought.

Ash arranged a car for
us to use for the night and I started to protest until he pointed out
the benefits of having both of my hands free.

“Total privacy in the
back of a limo.” He clapped me on the back.

“My big brother knows
so much.”

“About girls and
limos I do,” he agreed. He had a point.

When I knocked on
Violet’s door and she came out, she looked good enough to eat. Her
shoulders and legs bare to mid-thigh, I found another thing to like
about not being up in Vermont. Less snow meant more bare skin.

“You look amazing.”
I took her hand, keeping it G-rated since her mom came down, too, to
see us off.

“Have a good time
tonight, you two!” She beamed, looking pleased to see her daughter
heading out with me. “Ooh, a limo!” she exclaimed.

“Heath?” Violet
turned to me with a look of disbelief.

“My brother,” I
offered as explanation. “I got it,” I told the driver, letting
him know he could head back into the front seat. He didn’t need to
open the door for my girl. I wanted to do that.

The ride was too short,
even though we hit lots of traffic, with Violet all to myself in the
back seat. She about melted into my touch and I had to force myself
to go slow, show restraint, and keep her clothes on. I almost
regretted that we had any plans at all.

But then the limo
stopped, and Violet exclaimed, “I’m so excited about tonight.”

The restaurant was even
better than Ash and Ana had promised, with savory Asian fusion
flavoring and elaborate presentations I found slightly over the top
but entertaining nevertheless.

“This place is
amazing!” Violet gushed. “I’ve heard all about it, but never
been. I can’t believe you got a table.”

I shrugged, feeling
like the man. It wouldn’t have occurred to me to head there on my
own. But now that I was sitting across from Violet, I couldn’t
imagine anywhere I’d rather be.

“You know, you don’t
have to do all this,” she said quietly, reaching out and taking my
hand across the table. “I like you. Just you.” She shrugged, and
I watched a slight blush sweep across her lovely features. “I don’t
need to be wined and dined.”

“But I want to,” I
insisted, and I meant it. I wanted to drag her off to my cave, of
course I did, and I had plans to do exactly that. But this right now,
this was good, too, with her sitting there looking at me like I’d
worked magic. I’d see what I could do about making her look at me
that way again and again.

After dinner, I took
her to a gallery show in one of the places I’d discovered over the
past couple weeks and admired. They weren’t one of the larger,
well-known galleries. They were up-and-coming, and I thought the
pieces they had on display were true originals without going for
shock value. That was difficult to pull off in the art world, with
just about anything traditional dismissed as “derivative” while
stupid, pointless stuff—in my humble opinion—sometimes got
praised just for being different.

I found myself lost in
it, an arm around Violet, talking to her about what I most liked in a
large, spiral piece, the coldness of the metal shaped into something
that looked so vibrant and alive. Then I realized I’d been talking
non-stop for at least ten minutes, a possible record for me.

“Sorry, I’m talking
your ear off,” I apologized.

“No, Heath, I love
it. I love seeing you so animated like this. You have so many
incredible ideas.” Her face radiated happiness as she beamed up at
me. I’d thought I’d fallen hard for her before. What I felt just
then made that pale in comparison. I’d almost lost her once. Now
that I had her again, I never wanted to let her go.

Back in the limo, I
held her to me close.

“Heath,” she said
quietly as I pulled her up onto my lap. She was so much smaller than
me, but fit against me so perfectly, her curves like the ultimate
playground. “I’m sorry I called you Sir Heathcliff McMoneybags.”

I burst out laughing.
“That was a good one.”

“No,” she
apologized again, but I could hear some laughter bubbling up in her
voice as well. “It was awful.”

“I don’t know,” I
disagreed. “You might want to keep that name around. Use it from
time to time to keep me in line.”

She laughed and turned
her face to me, kissing me lightly. “Heath, thank you so much for
taking me out tonight. I had such fun.”

“Thank you for
getting me out tonight.” I returned the gratitude. I wasn’t
exactly going to turn into a regular on the city’s club scene, but
I’d had fun out with her, too. Maybe it was good to get the bear
out of his cave every now and then.

She leaned down and
kissed me again, our lips and tongues meeting, the flame between us
sparking bright and hot in an instant. I reached a hand down her
upper back and found the zipper at the back of her top that had been
taunting me all night. Easing it down, her breasts spilled out.

She gasped and clasped
a hand over her chest, casting a nervous look up toward the front of
the limo.

“Complete privacy,
Violet,” I assured her, reaching my hands around to cup her
breasts. “Do you think I’d share you with anyone?” She closed
her eyes and sighed as I massaged her, caressing her mounds, then
dropped my lips to her peaked nipples. Licking, teasing, I told her,
“You’re mine.”

“Yes, Heath,” she
groaned out as I took her stiff nipple into my hot, wet mouth,
sucking her sensitive tip. Her skirt had worked up far along her
thighs, and I brought my hand down between her bare legs. She parted
them eagerly as I moved my fingers up her thighs.

“Uh,” I groaned, as
my finger finally grazed her panties. Stroking her, I could feel her
slick heat soaking through the silk. “You wet for me, baby?” I
asked, reaching up to pull her panties down.

“Yes,” she moaned,
helping me get access. The panties off, the skirt up around her
waist, she pressed her pussy into my hand. I watched her face as I
began touching her, sliding my fingers along her clit, starting to
finger fuck her as she rode my hand. Her eyes half-closed, she lost
herself to the pleasure, pushing her clit against my thumb.

“Oh, you need to
come, don’t you honey?” I asked her, bringing my other hand up to
cup her breast and play with her aching nipple. She bucked against my
hand, making needy sounds deep in her throat. Nothing drove me more
wild than Violet losing control, watching a toe-curling orgasm build
up and wash over her. She was so slick and wet on my fingers as I
fucked her with two fingers, keeping up a steady rhythm on her clit
just how she liked.