Wild Boys - Heath (3 page)

The way her eyes were shifting around the room, and the tap of her foot, told him she was bored with
her company. He didn’t blame her. The guys couldn’t look more vanilla if they tried. Khaki pants, white shirts, and haircuts that were a little too trendy. One look at their eyes told him of the inane conversation they were probably having, which he was sure rivaled the one Terri was thrusting upon him and he was casually not taking part in.

“So where did you say you worked?” she asked him.

His cue that it was time to leave. Heath sucked down his drink and motioned for the bartender.

“I didn’t.” This was the part of the night he loathed. Turning down a woman. He hated to hurt her feelings, and women could be so sensitive. He didn’t want her to think she was unattractive simply because he wasn’t interested. He could take her back to her room and fuck that tight little bun right
off her head, but his cock wasn’t the least bit interested. Nothing. Not a twitch of interest. He slid a glance at Ally again, and his whole body heated up.

“Oh, well. Where do you work?” Terri asked.

“Terri, you’re a lovely woman, but I think I see someone I know. If you’ll excuse me.” He rose to his feet as the young male bartender approached.

“What can I do for you?” the bartender
asked.

Heath slapped a twenty on the bar. “Send a screw me sideways to that young lady, please.” He nodded toward Ally. The bartender smiled and nodded.

Terri turned on her heel with a huff and walked out of the bar. Heath breathed a little easier as he sank back down to the stool.

He watched Ally’s eyes widen when the bartender brought her drink. The bartender pointed to Heath, and
Heath smiled over his shoulder.

She mouthed,
Thank you
.

He nodded, then turned to face the bar. If she came over, she was into another night of hot sex, and if she remained with Bore One and Bore Two, he was wasting his time. The fact that he cared and was hoping she’d appear beside him did something funky to his gut.

One more night. That was it.

At least that’s what he told himself.
She was hot as fuck in bed, and he wanted more. There couldn’t be any other reason his skin prickled as she slid onto the barstool beside him.

“HEATH, ISN’T IT?” She lifted the glass, toying with him in the same way the screw me sideways had toyed with her. She’d thought about Heath from the moment she’d watched his fine ass walk out of her room at four that morning. She’d slept wrapped
in his scent, which lingered on her sheets, pillow, and more potently, her skin.

“Interesting choice,” she said, eyeing the drink before taking a sip and sweeping her tongue across her lower lip.

“I thought you might like that.” His eyes lingered around her mouth, then shifted to the table where she’d left the two men. “I don’t mean to ruin your fun.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips
before she could stop it. They were nice enough guys, but Ally couldn’t date nice guys. She’d done that before and had quickly learned how boring too nice could be. Not that she wanted a bad guy or law-breaking guy, but she definitely preferred edgier men. And at the moment, the hunky, edgy man sitting beside her had her rapt attention.

“They’re volunteering at the conference, like I am.”

His eyes went serious and she knew he was banking that information, but when he shifted his eyes away from her, she realized she’d given him personal information that maybe he didn’t want. He probably wasn’t banking it but rather thinking about how she’d crossed his no-personal-information line.
Way to screw this up, Ally.
She’d promised herself not to nose through the attendee list to figure
out who he was. Given the lecture he’d been attending when she’d seen him, she assumed he was a doctor. While other medical professionals attended the conference, they weren’t as likely to attend the surgery-related lectures.

“Sorry. I forgot the ‘no-personal-information’ rule. Pretend I never said that.” She sucked back the drink to numb the sting of knowing that he really had no interest
in anything more than a one-night stand—
err…two-night stand if they went at it again—
and based on the narrowing of his piercing blue eyes, that’s exactly where they were headed.

The side of his mouth curved as he reached up and touched the edge of her lip, then sucked the wetness from his fingertip. Her insides melted.

“Delicious. Would you like another drink?” He eyed her empty glass.

She leaned in close to his cheek and was assaulted by his scent, which her body remembered all too well. She felt her nipples harden as she whispered, “If I have another of these, you’re going to
have
to screw me sideways.”

“Well, now, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want you to be under the influence while you’re getting fucked sideways, would we?”

He rose to his feet, and she couldn’t help
but drop her eyes to see if he was as aroused as she was. Oh yeah. He was sporting a baseball bat.

A handful of people crowded in around them in the elevator. Ally and Heath stood in the back. She was disappointed. She’d been looking forward to a little mischief. She felt Heath’s hand slide up the back of her bare thigh. She stole a glance at him, and he was staring straight ahead, as if he
weren’t running his fingers between her legs and driving her out of her flippin’ mind. The elevator stopped, and when the doors opened, he slid his fingers inside her panties, then dipped them inside her. She clamped her mouth shut to keep from gasping too loudly and shifted her stance, sinking further onto his fingers. He stroked and plunged, relentless in his pursuit of her orgasm, and when she
felt herself losing control, she turned her face away from the other people, pressed her mouth to his shoulder and bit down hard as the elevator came to another stop and more people got off—
including her
. She gritted her teeth as he withdrew his fingers, leaving her wet and horny, and—
finally
—the elevator opened on her floor. She walked past the remaining couples in the elevator, and for the second
time in twenty-four hours wondered if strangers could smell sex as pungently as she did. The doors closed behind them, and in the space of a second Heath had her pinned against the wall beside the elevator, his cheek pressed to hers.

“Do you know how fucking hot that was?” He kissed her. Hard. “I nearly came in my pants like a teenager.”

And just like that, she lost her ability to speak
again. What was he doing to her? She’d never been so turned on in her life.

“Hey, you okay?” His tone was tender. He touched her cheek, and when she nodded without speaking, his eyes narrowed. “Did I cross a line?”

She shook her head. “Not one I didn’t enjoy.” He was so careful, so considerate, a complete contradiction to the edgy guy who had just finger-fucked her in an elevator full
of people. His devilish grin revealed a playful side that she liked as much as the intense, sexual side.

“Come on, sweetheart. You can introduce me to your boundaries.”

HEATH LAY ON his back, enraptured by Ally riding his throbbing cock. Her long dark hair curled over her pert breasts. Her lips were slightly parted as she dug her fingernails into his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and whether he was buried deep inside her or pleasuring her with his hands and mouth, he wanted to be closer. It was an unfamiliar,
insatiable urge that wasn’t satisfied no matter how hard they fucked. He tried to skirt the confusing thoughts and focus on wanting to see her come apart again. He squeezed her nipples and was rewarded with a heady moan as she arched her back.

“Heath—” His name sailed from her lips like a prayer as the orgasm shuddered through her.

He sat up, holding her hips tightly as he kept up their
frantic pace. She fisted her hands in his hair, and he took her breast in his mouth, sucking until he felt her inner muscles contracting again.

“Ohgodohgodohgod.”

Her eyes slammed shut as he gave in to his own intense release.

He wrapped his arms around Ally and held her close, his cheek pressed to her breasts. Her heart beat fast and hard. He spread his hands across her back, soaking
in the feel of her.

“Hey.” She ran her fingers through his hair, drawing his eyes up.

He was momentarily silenced by her flushed skin and her heavily lidded, soft gaze. “You really are a beautiful woman, Ally.”

“I…Thank you.” She ran her fingers lightly over his biceps, and a teasing smile played across her lips. “This feels an awful lot like cuddling.”

He laughed. She felt too
good for him to let go, but she was right. He was getting awfully close to crossing a line he didn’t want to cross. He’d move…in a minute…or three.

“Not that I mind. I mean, it’s nice being close to my mysterious lover.”

“Is that what I am?
Your
mysterious lover?” For some strange reason, he wasn’t cringing at the possessive statement. He shifted her onto her back and perched above her.

She giggled, and the sweet, sensuous sound gave him a warm feeling.

“Well, you are a mysterious man, and you are technically my lover, so yes, that’s what you are.” She touched his chin with her finger, then leaned up and pressed a kiss to it. “And you’re still here five minutes after we did the dirty deed, which is four minutes longer than last night, so that feels like cuddling, too.”

He liked this whole conversation a little too much, but it also rattled the hell out of him. He kissed her softly, knowing he was leaving tomorrow and wouldn’t see her again. He was already mourning the loss.

What the hell?

“I don’t cuddle.” He pushed free from her arms and went into the bathroom to take care of the condom, wrestling with the desire to stay and do just that. When he
returned, she was sitting on the bed with the sheet pulled up to her chest.

He fought the urge to climb under the covers and gather her into his arms. Reaching for his briefs, he said, “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Where do you li—” She pressed her lips together. “Sorry. Right. Me too.”

He stepped into his pants and reached for his shirt. “It’s not you, Ally. It’s my life. I don’t have
time for a relationship.”

She swatted the air, as if she didn’t care one way or another, but her eyes—her soulful, beautiful eyes—told otherwise. “Neither do I.”

“I work a lot,” he said halfheartedly.

“Me too.” She sat up a little straighter, holding his gaze as he buttoned his shirt.

He sat on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on and wondered who he was trying to convince.
“My life is crazy.”

“Mine too. Crazy. No time.” She shook her head, but she was leaning toward him, her sensuous lips an inch away.

“No ties.” He said it more to remind himself than her.

“Except of the silk variety,” she whispered.

Their mouths crashed together, causing them to tip sideways onto the mattress. He ripped the sheet from between them and filled his palm with her breast.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he said between heated kisses.

“No cuddling.” She giggled.

He kissed the smile right off her face and moved off the bed. He gripped her behind her calves and pulled her to the edge of the mattress, then dropped to his knees and brought his mouth to her center. She buried her hands in his hair as he thrust his fingers inside her.

“God, I love the taste
of you.” He dragged his tongue up her inner thigh.

“Less talking, more licking.”

“You’re fucking incredible.” He smiled as he lowered his mouth to her again. Over the last two nights he’d learned exactly how to touch her to make her body sing, and within seconds she was lost in another powerful orgasm, clawing at his shoulders and writhing against his mouth.

He kicked his shoes away,
dropped his trousers, and came down over her, his hard cock pressing into her swollen sex. “Condom.” He reached for his wallet and fished one out, then rolled it on and drove into her.

“Oh, God.” She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Too rough?”

“Hell, no.”

Christ
. He’d found heaven, and she came in a beautiful, smart package that he’d never see again once he walked out that
door.

“I want your number.”
Where the hell did that come from?
This was not a clean break. What happened to
Get in, get off, get out
? This was not at all what he was used to, but for some unknown reason, he didn’t fight it.

Her eyes widened. “But you said…”

“No last names. No personal information. Just phone numbers.”

She looked at him like it made no sense, and he knew it didn’t,
but he didn’t want to walk out that door without some connection.

“Okay,” she said softly.

He sealed his lips over hers again, taking her in a languid kiss. She moaned into his mouth, and he slowed his hips, taking his time and causing her head to tilt back.

“Oh. That’s so nice,” she crooned.

He kissed her again, feeling his chest tighten with the softened look in her eyes. He
was used to fast, hard sex, not slow, careful fucking.
Slow, comfortable screw
. He’d knocked that idea to the curb hours ago. What the hell was he doing?

He sank into her harder, faster, drove in deeper, rushing through what was probably one of the best fucks he’d had since…well, twenty minutes ago, when she was riding his cock.

Holy hell.
Recognition came with a shock of fear.

I feel
something for you
.

It had been years since he’d felt the unfamiliar constriction in his chest at the thought of leaving a woman and the desperate need for the ongoing connection. They were feelings he didn’t particularly enjoy and had worked hard to suppress and finally move past until he had full control.

He couldn’t look into her eyes. That was what had made him come undone a moment
ago and ask for her phone number. He fought the urge and buried his face in her hair. She smelled so damn good. It was no use. He couldn’t resist lifting his eyes and drinking in the rosy glow of her cheeks, the sweet bow of her lips—and the tenderness and passion brimming in her eyes. He felt himself falling into her.