CHAPTER SIX
REX
The flight races by. I’ve never spent so much up close and personal time with someone, and still crave more than I have with Heather.
I knew she had a sense of humor buried beneath all her snarky putdowns, but discovering we know a lot of the same people makes our being together feel inevitable.
Last year, when I found out she was engaged, I wondered how the universe could be so cruel as to introduce me to the woman of my dreams only to put her out of reach.
It had put me into a funk. Everyone around me tried setting me up, but no one had any luck. I kept sending the women back to their former boyfriends.
Now here I am, holding her hand, descending from a private plane, riding in a limo, and checking into a hotel suite perfect for seduction. All thanks to that drunk guy with a knife. As soon as we get back, I’m sending him a gift basket.
I unlock the door and wait for Heather to walk into the swanky suite. My eyes focus on the tempting swing of her hips as she tours the main room, standing at the French doors where a private infinity pool is all lit up with blue lights.
“You up for a swim tonight?” Please say yes.
“But I thought you said you can’t get your leg wet?” Heather turns, her look full of concern.
Damn. Okay, new plan. “Right. I forgot. How about a movie and some room service?”
Her lips lift, but it can’t hide the tiredness around her eyes. It’s been a long day, but I’m hoping to convince her that staying up a bit longer will be worth it. We can sleep in tomorrow.
“Rex Stafford, did you just ‘Netflix and chill’ me?” She chuckles.
I flash her a grin and take a step toward her, but something bulky knocks against my injured thigh.
I’m still holding onto our bags. Heading toward the bedroom, the ache in my leg increases, reminding me that ripping up the prescription for pain meds maybe wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.
Pretty sure I have some over-the-counter painkillers, I set the luggage on the rack in the closet, rummaging through my shaving kit before heading into the bathroom.
She follows me and when I look into the mirror after swallowing two tablets, she has her nurse face on.
Not that I don’t appreciate her concern.
It’s one of the things I find attractive about Heather.
Taking care of others is something we have in common, and I’d be a liar if I didn’t say it’s a huge turn on.
But right now, I want her to play naughty nurse to my needy patient. The ache in my thigh has nothing on the one between my legs and it is in desperate need of her very special attention.
With great care to not put further pressure on my leg, I spin slowly from the sink and close the distance between us in two strides.
“If you’re not up for a movie, how about we pick up where we left off?
” I step as close to her as I can without touching her, crowding her on purpose so she’ll have to move to let me pass.
But I don’t want to pass. I want to scoop her up and toss her onto the bed.
Well, maybe not scoop, since I’m not sure if I should be testing my leg so soon.
A flash of her on top of me, ensuring my leg remains out of harm’s way, sends all my blood to my dick. Rational thought escapes me.
“And where exactly did we leave off?” Her voice comes out in a raspy whisper.
“In the galley. Before we were interrupted.” I dip down to her ear but change direction. A spot on her neck pulses, so I lick it. Too good of an opportunity to pass up.
If she denies what is happening between us, then I’ll double my efforts tomorrow and show her how good we could be together.
The pain in my leg is now forgotten. The little hitches in her breathing are an unexpected turn on.
“Heather. Tell me what you want. You want me to back off? I will. I’ll need the coldest shower I’ve ever taken, but I’ll do it. Because I want our first time together to be free of any doubts, to be special for you.”
Her eyes go wide, her pupils dilate, and her breathing shallows.
These are not the signs of a person in distress that I’ve been trained to look for.
Pure desire. For me. Thank fuck. Placing my forehead on hers, I place my hands above her head.
If I touch her anywhere else, there’ll be no more talking.
My control is close to slipping. I need her to say she wants this, me, above everything else.
“Your leg.” Her words are soft and low, still full of concern.
“I could be bleeding out and I’d still want to make love to you. A few stitches will not keep me from learning all the sounds you make when you come. I’ve had a lot of time to think about what it’ll be like to finally be inside you. So, if it’s not going to happen tonight—”
Fast at lightening she cradles my face and kisses me, fast and hard, before pulling back way too soon. “Oh, it’s going to happen. Right after I shower. I promise I’ll make it quick.”
She ducks under my arm, turns, and gives me a short wave before shutting the bathroom door.
Well, at least she didn’t say no. I pace the room for as long as my leg can take it, then I begin imagining her wet and naked on the other side of the door. Wanting to join her, I think better of it as I’d have to replace the large patch covering my stitches. Definitely not sexy.
I end up limping to the powder room on the far side of the suite, strip, then give myself a sponge bath. It will have to do.
“Rex?”
Tugging my jeans back on, I leave them undone. They’ll be off again soon enough.
“Right here.” I enter the bedroom, stopping dead in my tracks.
Gloriously naked, she stands still as I take in every delectable curve and valley of her luscious form.
“You’re drooling, Rex.”
“I am, and I’m not one bit embarrassed. You’re beautiful.” I run a hand down my face and say, “Are you sure?
“Am I sure, he asks. Take me to bed, Rex.”
“Bossy. I like it.” I step out of my jeans.
Closing the distance between us, I cradle her face in my hands and capture Heather’s lips, claiming her.
The first moan of pleasure from her fills my heart, the second makes my head swim, and the third has me throwing caution to the wind as I bend my knees, gripping her under her sweet ass, and lift.
“Rex, no. Your leg.” Her cry comes out between gulps of air.
“Getting inside you is all I can think about. Right now, I can’t even feel my leg.” Bumping into the side of the bed, I release her, encouraging her to slide down my body. “I do have one request.”
Nodding, she bites her lip. “As long as it doesn’t involve handcuffs. At least not this time.”
Yeah, we’ll save that for another time, if and when either of us can handle not being able to touch the other. I’m not sure how other couples manage that feat, but I’d be willing to try it once. For her.
“No. No handcuffs. No toys. This time. But I do need you on top, gorgeous. I’m pretty sure I’ll end up pulling stitches any other way.” Her beautiful blue eyes fill with a matching need that makes my knees weak.
“We can’t have that. Good thing I’m a nurse and can patch you up if that happens. After.” Her face breaks out into a sultry grin.
Desperation, heat, and passion flames between us and I can’t wait any longer. As gently as I can, I push her backward onto the bed, greedily watching as she and her perfect breasts bounce before settling.
“Hey, I thought you wanted me on top?” Heather cheekily pouts.
“Oh, you’ll get your chance. First, I need to just look at you, run my hands over all those curves. You have no idea what it took not to strip you as soon as the door closed so I could bury my cock inside that pretty pussy.”
She clucks her tongue, her gaze dropping to my midsection, then she reaches out and encircles me. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. Your evidence is… overwhelming. I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
“You better not be teasing me right now, because I will fit. Now, spread those thighs for me and show me how wet you are. I bet you're dripping for me.”
Her breathing increases at my words, and when she opens for me, my dick still in her hot little hand, I swear I almost spill all over her. Carefully, I lower myself onto the side of the bed, my uninjured leg pressing against the mattress.
“Hold on, need a condom.” I grit my teeth as I grind out the words, barely keeping it together. But as luck would have it, my jeans aren’t far. Swiping them up, I take the protection from my wallet and toss it on the pillow. First, I need a taste.
Securing my injured leg, I angle it so I can reach her and still keep my weight to the other side.
A tricky move, but for her I’ll make it work.
She opens her legs wider as I run my hands along the inside of her thighs.
Leaning on my forearms, I run my tongue along her slit, capturing her swollen bud, and suck it lightly.
She releases a low moan. Circling her flesh, I press my tongue deep, flicking her clit around and under.
“Re-e-ex, yes!” Her shout encouraging me, I slip a finger inside her, searching for the spot that will send her over the edge.
Soft mewls escape her–my reward. Her hips lift as I increase the pressure against her dripping pussy.
I feel her getting close. Her panting increases as she thrusts her hips against my mouth.
Selfishly wanting to hear my name on her lips as she comes, I swirl my tongue around her clit, then add another finger inside her, pumping faster, and finally flick the sensitive spot I’ve found until her body bows.
I lift my head, and watch as she rides out her orgasm, shouting my name.
The moment is so damn erotic, I have to reach down and pinch just behind the head of my cock to keep from coming.
Desperate to be inside her, I reach for the condom, rolling it on and carefully shifting onto my back.
Taking her closest hand, I bring it up and over my heart. “You are so beautiful. Thank you for allowing me to give you pleasure.” I know it sounds sappy, but it’s the truth. I feel honored to be the one making her fall to pieces.
Pushing up on her knees next to me and still breathing heavily, my own breath hitches in my throat at the vision she makes.
“I should be thanking you. That was amazing.” Throwing a leg over my waist, she carefully avoids my stitches. Leaning down, she kisses me long and slow. Her hands skim my flesh on the way to the base of my cock. “I need you inside me.”
Best sentence ever. “I’m all yours.” And I am. She just doesn’t know it will be forever.
Our eyes lock as she impales herself onto my cock, setting up a slow, steady pace. Arching her back, her breasts perfectly align for me to capture a nipple in my mouth. To hell with my stitches. I grab her hips, thrusting hard.
She cries out my name. “More! Touch me.” With the sound of our flesh slapping, I reach between us, pinching her clit as she explodes. “Yes, oh yes.”
As her inner walls bear down on my cock, she squeezes me tight, triggering a tingle along the base of my spine. Intense heat immediately flows outward, and I roar my release.
The moment couldn’t be more perfect. As she collapses onto my chest, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. I never want to let her go.
Heather wrecks me in the very best way. My plan shifts to spending the rest of the night, and well into tomorrow morning, returning the favor.
I make love to her again, this time slowly until we both become so desperate for the other— my need to make her come again, hear my name on her lips has me licking her swollen bud until she grabs my hair, riding my tongue as I feel another orgasm slam through her.
She begs me to be inside of her and I thrust into her over and over as we come together.
Gasping for air, I settle gently onto her as our breathing evens out.
Incredibly, it isn’t long before she wiggles out from under me, riding me until she comes again crying out my name and I quickly follow.
The intense pleasure, the deep connection I feel with Heather is mind blowing and cements my feelings for her.
Eventually, exhaustion catches up to me and I lose the battle to stay awake as she traces slow circles along my chest.
The last thing I’m aware of before dropping off is hearing Heather quietly sigh my name. I may have whispered, “I love you,” but since she doesn’t react, I must have only thought it.
No matter, I’d be saying it out loud soon enough.