Chapter 3
Sleeping With The “Enemy”
“This doesn’t mean I like you,” I gasp against Heath’s mouth.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to reply. “The feeling’s mutual, hellcat.”
He carries me down the hallway in his strong arms with my legs wrapped around his waist, his kisses deep and demanding.
Damn him for knowing exactly how to use that skilled tongue of his.
He drags it across my lower lip before slipping back inside, exploring in slow, sinful strokes that leave me whimpering.
“Glad we’re on the same page,” I pant breathlessly. “Wouldn’t want you getting the wrong idea about us.”
Heath’s lips curve into a smirk. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before claiming my mouth again. His hands greedily roam over my ass, kneading the soft flesh.
Okay, so there was no miracle, and I’m doing the incredibly stupid thing I tried to resist. But damn, a girl has limited defenses against a brooding cowboy in Wranglers and a black Stetson.
Don’t get me started on that button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing those muscular forearms that should be considered a public hazard.
They’re all I could think about on the drive here and during the ceremony.
It didn’t do me any favors that he couldn’t stop devouring me with his eyes at the table earlier or keep his hands off me before he even realized what he was doing. It’s euphoric knowing I have that effect on him, and I’m looking forward to seeing how else I can make him lose control.
When we finally reach Heath’s bedroom, he sets me next to the bed, and I barely have time to take in my surroundings before he spins me around.
“Not wasting any time, are we?” I tease.
His lips graze the nape of my neck. “We’ve got one night, and I intend to make every second count.”
Heath reaches for the zipper of my dress and slowly drags it down. His hand trails over my shoulders and slips the straps off. The fabric slides down my body and pools at my feet, leaving me standing in my bra and panties.
His fingers make quick work of the clasp of my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and letting it fall to the floor. When he turns me around to face him, his eyes flicker to my bare breasts, a low rumble coming from his chest.
I bite my lip, attempting to mask my nerves as his gaze drifts to the black pump belt sitting low on my hips.
As a type 1 diabetic, I don’t have the luxury of being spontaneous without a brief intermission to detach myself from the pump and tubing.
Not the most romantic thing, so I avoid making eye contact as I quickly unclip the belt, disconnect the tubing, and set my pump on the dresser.
I’ve learned to brace myself for the usual reactions—guys freezing up or making tactless comments about the pump or infusion site. But when I risk a glance at Heath, his heated expression hasn’t dimmed in the slightest.
He closes the distance between us and runs his palm along my hip bone, sending a shiver racing down my spine.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Charlie,” he says almost reverently.
I exhale sharply, caught off guard by the compliment. He usually calls me hellcat—a nickname I pretend to complain about but secretly love. Yet hearing him say my name in that low, rumbling voice sends warmth blooming in my chest.
I take a step back, but he follows, his hand never leaving my waist. The third step has me bumping against the mattress, and I sink down onto it, my pulse thundering in my ears.
I’m not expecting Heath to lower himself to his knees in front of me, his broad shoulders settling between my legs.
“Kneeling suits you,” I taunt.
“Doesn’t make me any less in charge,” he warns, a dark edge to his tone. “It just gives me the perfect angle to wreck you.”
“Do your worst,” I quip, unable to stop myself from provoking him.
In one smooth motion, he drags me to the edge of the mattress.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my lace panties and slowly drags them down my legs.
His eyes stay locked on mine as he lifts the delicate fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply with a low groan before folding it and slipping it into his back pocket.
I try not to read into the fact that he clearly has no intention of giving my panties back.
His hungry gaze returns to me, heavy with promise.
I lean back on my elbows as he lifts my leg over his shoulder, leaving me spread open for him. He doesn’t waste a second, dipping down to drag his tongue along my inner thigh, teasing higher and higher until his breath ghosts over my entrance.
A soft moan slips from my lips as he runs his tongue along my slit.
His fingers follow, tracing my wetness before pushing inside me.
The sudden fullness strikes my center like a live wire, sending electric pulses racing through my entire body.
I eagerly ride his face, rocking desperately as the coarse stubble on his jaw grazes my inner thigh with every movement.
A sharp moan escapes me as his tongue moves to my clit, teasing with torturous circles. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, applying just enough pressure to make my hips jerk.
Lord have mercy.
“Mmm, you taste like heaven,” Heath growls against me. “So damn responsive to me.”
The vibration pulls another sharp moan from me. He adds a third finger, burying them deep as he curls them upward, hitting that sweet spot with merciless precision.
While he pumps his fingers in and out of me, his mouth stays locked on my clit, sucking hard. The dual sensation sends liquid fire racing through my veins, and my hips thrust forward on their own, grinding shamelessly on his face as my vision whites out at the edges.
The next time he drags his tongue over my sensitive nub, intense electricity crackles through every nerve ending. My orgasm slams into me without warning, ripping a broken scream from my throat while my walls clamp down around his fingers.
Heath groans against me, dragging his tongue through my pussy, savoring the slick evidence of my release.
“Holy shit,” I say, my limbs still twitching from the aftershocks.
He lifts his face from between my legs, his chin glistening from my release. “That was only the warm-up.”
“Careful.” I tsk softly. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Clearly, you’ve never been properly satisfied before,” Heath taunts. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to fix that, and we won’t stop until the sun comes up.”
Despite his bold promise, I’m still not convinced.
I blame my neglected libido. According to the women’s health magazine I skimmed at the endocrinologist’s office during my last visit, five orgasms a week is the golden ticket to happiness.
Yeah, right. Whoever wrote that either hasn’t met a real man or is popping experimental love potions that haven’t hit the market yet.
The guys I’ve been with have no idea what they’re doing and barely manage to get me off with a mediocre orgasm. The climax Heath just gave me was earth-shattering, and there’s no chance I’ll be able to settle for anything less in the future.
“Hell, we’re not stopping until you’ve come for me at least four times,” Heath vows.
I roll my eyes. “You’re delusional if you think you can—”
He plunges his tongue back inside me before I can finish my sentence, his large hands roaming the curves of my ass.
I’m so lost in the way his tongue swirls around my clit that I almost miss his finger sliding between my cheeks, teasing the tight ring of my asshole.
I instinctively lift my hips higher, arching toward him.
I steal a glance and find him staring up at me with an intensity that threatens to devour me whole. He holds my gaze as he slowly presses the tip of his finger against my back entrance.
Goose bumps erupt across my skin, and my legs tremble as I fight the overwhelming mix of nerves and forbidden pleasure. I’ve never experimented with ass play before, but with the way Heath is making my body react, I think I could get behind him being my first.
My fingers dig into his shoulder blades as my eyes flutter shut. “Oh. My. God.”
“Eyes on me,” he commands, tone thick with dominance. “I want you watching while I stretch this tight little asshole and make you come all over my fingers again.”
He slowly pushes his finger deeper, curling inside me as he sucks hard on my clit with a renewed hunger. It’s already so sensitive that I feel like I’m going to shatter apart any second.
“Heath… it’s too much,” I whimper, struggling to keep my focus on him.
He flicks his tongue rapidly while pumping his finger in and out, and within seconds, I come undone with a broken scream, my thighs locking around his head.
If the rest of the night goes like this, I may not survive until sunrise.
“If I’d known that mouth was good for more than snarky comments, I would’ve had you on your knees much sooner,” I quip, still trying to catch my breath.
Heath nips at my thigh, making me squeal. “That sharp tongue is going to get you in a hell of a lot of trouble one of these days.”
I smirk down at him. “You just made me come twice. I think we both know whose mouth is the real danger here.”
Who would’ve guessed the quiet, broody cowboy who keeps to himself would be a goddamn wizard with his tongue?
I should have figured there was a reason all the ladies couldn’t stop staring at him when he walked into the bar. There’s something magnetic about the rough-around-the-edges charm, and if any of them have experienced what that mouth is capable of, I can’t blame them one bit.
Doesn’t mean there isn’t an unwanted spark of jealousy that flares at the thought of another woman in my place. I quickly tamp it down, reminding myself we agreed this won’t happen again, and there’s no room for getting territorial over a man who isn’t mine.
Heath rises to his feet. “I have to be inside you, hellcat. Now.”
I shrug a shoulder, biting my lip. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He digs into his nightstand drawer and lets out a frustrated groan when he finds an empty condom box. He drops it back inside with a curse.
I let out a low whistle. “Someone’s been busy.”
He scoffs, eyes fixed on the floor, looking almost bashful for once. “Hardly. It’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and I wasn’t exactly expecting company tonight.”
The sarcastic comeback I had ready dies instantly when I realize he’s opening up to me. Despite our history, I’d never weaponize his vulnerability like that. And honestly, I kind of like knowing I’m the first woman he’s been with in so long. It eases the jealousy that’s been twisting in my chest.
“I’ve never done it without protection before,” I say, a playful edge to my voice as I scoot to the middle of the bed and lie down. “I’m on birth control and was tested after my last partner, so I’m still in if you are.”
“I’ve been tested too, and I’m all clear,” Heath informs me as he takes off his clothes, tugging down his boxers last.
“Finally, something we can agree on—”
I lose all train of thought when his erect cock springs free, jutting out from between his muscular thighs.
Holy shit.
He’s huge. Heat instantly pools between my legs as I imagine taking every inch of him. Eager to make that fantasy come true, I crook a finger, beckoning him closer.
Heath climbs onto the mattress, and hovers over me, his dick brushing against my stomach as he grips himself, and slides the head along my slit, coating it in my arousal. He lingers there, teasing my entrance before slowly dragging his length upward.
“So fucking wet for me,” he rasps.
He slides his cock over my clit, rubbing back and forth. Every pass makes my hips jerk, leaving me panting hard and barely able to think straight.
“Please,” I cry out. “I need your cock inside me, right now.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me beg. Lining up with my entrance, he pushes in to the hilt.
My back arches off the bed, a needy whimper escaping as my walls pulse around his dick.
I can feel every vein, every subtle throb as he fills me whole.
And it makes me wonder why I’ve never gone bareback before.
Until now, sex has been in black and white, and suddenly, everything is exploding in high-definition color.
There’s no question this man is going to absolutely wreck me, and I’ll gladly let him.
He stills for a second, letting me adjust to his size, and leans down to capture my mouth in a kiss.
“You feel incredible,” he says, his voice gravelly.
I roll my hips against him, nipping his lip. “Don’t hold back, big guy. I want to feel every inch of you.”
“You asked for it, hellcat,” he drawls, confusing me when he pulls out. “Get on your hands and knees.”
My eyes grow wide as I scramble to get in position.
Heath grabs two pillows and puts them under my stomach, propping me up so my ass is in the air.
The thoughtful gesture catches me off guard, but I don’t have time to dwell on it before he winds his arms around my waist and slides into me from behind.
From this angle, he can sink in much deeper, and every thrust sends shock waves rippling through me. One of his hands moves to my front, palming my breast while the other finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles in perfect sync with his powerful strokes.
He drops his head against my shoulder as he drives into me harder. I shudder beneath him, a broken moan falling from my lips as I come hard, my walls clenching around his cock in pulsing waves. His fingers keep rubbing my clit, and soon, he’s cursing against my neck as he follows me over the edge.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans against the shell of my ear.
I tilt my head back to look at him, eyes half lidded. “So good. Although that was only number three in case you lost count.”
Heath shakes his head, chuckling softly. “Always so impatient.”
There’s no way either of us is ready for another round yet, but with him still half erect inside me, I doubt it’ll take much to get us going again.
As much as I hate to admit it, there’s something magnetic about him holding me possessively and the steady beat of his heart against my back, making me never want to move from his bed.
“Had to be sure your memory was still sharp enough to remember something that important, what with you being so much older than me and all,” I tease.
I let out a surprised yelp as he flips me onto my back, stretching my arms above my head. “I’m only nine years older, not ninety, brat.”
I let out a bubble of laughter. “Tomato, tomahto.”
He bends down, kissing the edge of my mouth. “You’re going to pay for that.”
My tongue darts out, grazing over his upper lip. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Something tells me we won’t be getting a wink of sleep tonight, and I have zero complaints.