Wild Boys - Heath (2 page)

She closed
her eyes with the intimate touch. Her knees were about to give out when he put his hands on her waist, and she opened her eyes.

“You still with me?” He stepped in closer, rubbing his cock against her thigh.

She nodded, swallowing hard against the urge to—God, she didn’t even know what. Kiss him, suck him? Lick those incredible abs?

He lifted his chin toward the bed and raised his dark
brows, then pressed a hand to her lower back. He guided her to the bed and came down over her, wasting no time in possessing her mouth again with his eager tongue. He fisted his hands in her hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, a scintillating mix of pleasure and pain. She rocked her hips against his hard length and he returned the movement, creating delicious heat and friction between her
thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more, needing more, as his mouth found her neck again.
Oh God—her neck
. He released one hand, keeping the other hand fisted in her hair and holding her in place, he slid his fingers inside her thong again and he stroked her wet folds. With a tug of her hair, he wrenched her neck back as he buried his fingers deep inside her, stroking her into
a furor of need. She writhed beneath him as his mouth wreaked havoc with her brain, licking and sucking his way over her collarbone to her breast. He teased her through her bra, then bit down, sending shocks of pleasure rippling through her. Her eyes slammed shut.

“Come for me, Ally.”

He bit down again and she cried out as her body spiraled out of control. Her hips rose off the mattress,
and light exploded behind her eyes as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced tore through her.

“You’re so fucking hot. So fucking wet.”

He buried his tongue in her mouth again. She couldn’t breathe, still trying to recover from the orgasm that hadn’t yet fully eased. He breathed air into her lungs, and when he withdrew his fingers from inside her, she whimpered with need.

He stroked himself through his briefs, once, twice, along his hard length, making her salivate for it. For him. His eyes narrowed as he met her gaze.

“Fuck, Ally. That was incredibly sexy.”

He stroked himself again, then came down over her and kissed her softly. It was a kiss of lovers, not strangers, and she found herself getting lost in it. In him. He smelled of leather, spice, and sex,
and she rocked into him again, needing more of him.

He bit her lower lip and pulled gently as their mouths parted. Then he dragged the finger that had been inside her over the tender spot. Her scent, her taste, lingered on her lips. When his tongue swept over the same path, she nearly came again from the dirtiness of it all. Her mind was foggy with desire, and when he slid the tie from around
his neck and looked down at her, she had a fleeting thought that maybe she should be scared. He might choke her. She didn’t even know his last name, after all. But she wasn’t scared. She was fucking turned on.

“May I?” he asked.

She trapped her lower lip between her teeth and nodded, having no idea what he was thinking.

He smiled. “Have you done this before?”

“No, but I haven’t
been to Coney Island or a zoo either, and I know I’d love them.”

“You just got impossibly sexier.” He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm, then ran his tongue up the center.

She shivered as he wrapped the silk around her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Okay?” he asked in a tender tone riding on restrained desire.

She nodded again, unable to find her
voice. She’d never been tied up before, but she’d thought about it. A lot. He lifted her hand over her head and then reached for the other, raising his brows in question.

Her mouth went dry as she nodded. The kindness of ensuring her agreement and his careful movements, partnered with the kinky desires, made him all the more alluring as he wound the silk around her other wrist and bound them
together. His breathing came harder as he placed her bound hands on the pillow above her head, then sealed his lips over hers again. She lifted her hands, wanting to touch him, and he pushed them gently down to the bed and pulled away from the kiss.

Come back
.

“Want it off?” He eyed her bound wrists.

“No,” she whispered. “I just wanted to touch you.” The desire in her voice was so
thick she could practically taste it.

“Oh, you will. Trust me, you will.”

He slithered down her body. His big hands cupped her breasts as he tasted the cleavage between, and groaned. It was a guttural, sexy groan that sent shivers through her body and a rise of goose bumps over her skin.

“You have incredibly gorgeous breasts.”

Ally closed her eyes, soaking in the sensuality in
his voice. He unhooked the front clasp of her bra and pushed the cups aside, then lowered his mouth and teased her taut nipple. Her body vibrated with need, building, burning inside her. The ache for more was too great. She couldn’t stop the plea from coming.

“Suck it,” she urged.

He groaned as he sucked first one nipple—
hard
—then the other, moving between them in the same glorious rhythm
as his cock pressing against her sex.

“Yes, harder.” She arched against his mouth as he grazed her nipple with his teeth. Her entire body pulsed with fire as he took her over the edge again.

Before she came down from the orgasm, he kissed his way down her belly and tore off her panties. He used his mouth, prolonging her pleasure and leading her to another incredible climax.

Straddling
her hips, he took her in a rough kiss that sent every nerve ending to the surface. The taste of her was still fresh on his mouth as he cupped her cheeks and touched his forehead to hers.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he whispered.

“Yes. Do it.” She couldn’t wait to taste him.

He reached for the bindings on her wrists, and she shocked herself when she said, “Leave them.”

His eyes
widened, then narrowed as he stepped from the bed and stripped off his boxers. His cock was thicker than she’d imagined, long and beautiful. He came up on the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms.

“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.

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.

He shifted his eyes to the blonde.
Dr. Arter
, she’d told him, as
if he’d cared. She didn’t know she’d already broken his cardinal rule. No last names. Her hair was pinned up in a tight bun. She wore a low-cut silk blouse that did nothing to mask her eager nipples, a tight black skirt, and a pair of expensive heels. She had the whole librarian thing down pat. Heath imagined she’d be a tigress in the bedroom. Just his type. He ought to do her just to get Ally out
of his head.

He opened his mouth to answer and turned at the sound of the door in the back of the room creaking. His breath caught as Ally walked in wearing another short black dress. This one had lace sleeves, which seemed out of place for a medical conference, but it was sexy as hell. She carried a stack of papers right past him down the center aisle. He inhaled her scent as she walked by.
Her perfume was sweet and floral, as it had been last night…until it had been overtaken by the scents of sex.

As she set the papers down on the table at the front of the room, she moved professionally, almost invisibly, though Heath imagined every man in the place was probably as hard as he was, watching her perfect ass and slim waist as she leaned over to push the papers farther across the
table.

I’d like to bend you over that table
.

He shifted in his seat to ease the tension beneath his zipper.

Dr. Arter must have taken his movement as an invitation. She ran the side of her heel up his calf, recalling his attention to her and reminding him she was awaiting his answer. Ally turned, momentarily scanning the attendees, and then dropped her gaze to the floor as she walked
up the center aisle. A few feet from him, she lifted her eyes to Heath and slowed her pace.

“Well?” Dr. Arter asked.

Eyes trained on the beautiful woman in the center aisle who was currently turning a sweet shade of red, Heath answered, “Sorry. Not tonight.”

He lifted his chin in Ally’s direction, knowing she’d be reminded of the more enticing things they’d done last night. Her lips
curved up, but then her eyes shifted to the foot pressing against his calf. Heath moved his leg away from the blonde’s foot and winked at Ally.

She blinked several times, then hurried past him and out the door.

She was here after all.

She’d be his again tonight.

After the lecture, Terri, aka Dr. Arter, followed him out and stuck to him like glue, as he walked through the conference
area looking for Ally, who had once again disappeared. He checked his watch. It was after eight. Late enough for a nightcap. Terri following him into the bar, rattling on about her orthopedic practice in Ohio and other things Heath had absolutely no interest in.

He slid onto a barstool, planning to bury his lust in alcohol.

Terri sat on the stool beside him and placed her hand on his forearm.
Christ
. Could he get a break? He was trying not to be rude, but hell if she couldn’t take a hint. He flagged the bartender and ordered a gin and tonic.

“I’ll have a sloe comfortable screw,” Terri said with a seductive tone, eyes on Heath.

He couldn’t help but smile at her innuendo. Of course, she had no clue that she was barking up the wrong tree. He was about as interested in a
slow,
comfortable screw
as he was in a relationship. Heath paid the bartender and ran his hand through his hair, thinking of Ally. When the bartender returned with their drinks, Heath loosened his tie, gulped down his drink, and ordered another. He looked around the bar, and a bolt of memory-laced lust pierced his chest when his eyes landed on Ally sitting at one of the tables with two good-looking
guys who seemed to be about her age, which, now that he was really looking, appeared to be in her midtwenties. Heath was thirty-four. Sleeping with anyone under twenty-five was probably crossing some sort of line that he didn’t care to think about—especially if Ally slipped below that line.