Page 12 of Only His Girl
As Heath steps inside, delicious smells wafting from the pizza box. “Damn, something smells good,” he remarks with a crooked grin. “And the pizza’s not bad either.”
I roll my eyes even as a blush heats my cheeks. “Smooth talker.”
“Only stating facts, baby.” Heath sets the food on the coffee table, then surprises me by tugging me into his arms.
Tilting my chin up with one thumb, his green eyes smolder into mine. “I missed you today. Couldn’t stop thinking about your gorgeous face... and your sexy little body. Wanted to text you so bad, but I know you were working.”
Oh my.
Just like that, lust slams into me with the force of a wrecking ball. I feel hypnotized by his penetrating gaze, his deep, rumbly voice. My nipples tighten, sending sparks of need straight to my core.
How does he affect me so intensely, so quickly? It’s both exhilarating and terrifying.
Heath releases me after a moment, then shrugs out of his jacket. “Nice place you got here.” His eyes skim approvingly over my small but cozy living room.
“Thanks,” I mumble, fidgeting as I perch on the edge of the sofa. I can’t seem to formulate complete sentences around this man. He takes a seat beside me, his denim-clad thigh pressing against mine. The heat of his body seems to seep directly into my bloodstream.
Heath smirks like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “What’s wrong, baby? You look flustered.”
“Nothing,” I lie, my voice breathy.
He laughs, low and deep. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”
Before I can respond, Heath’s hand is on my chin, tilting my face up. Then his lips are on mine, and I’m lost.
I let out an involuntary moan as Heath deepens the kiss. His tongue swipes across mine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He gently pushes me back onto the couch, his solid weight pressing me into the cushions.
My hands roam over his broad shoulders as we make out. Every brush of his lips, every caress of his tongue sets my skin on fire. I’ve never felt desire like this before.
Heath breaks the kiss, then trails his lips along my jaw to my ear.
“I know what’s wrong,” he whispers, his hot breath making me shiver. “My girl wants to come, doesn’t she?”
My breath catches as he slides his hand between my legs. Even through my leggings, his touch is electric.
“Heath,” I gasp as he starts to stroke my clit. “What are you?—"
“It’s like a told you before, Butterfly. When you’re with me, you never have to worry about taking care of yourself,” he murmurs. “And that includes this needy pussy of yours.”
Heath massages his thumb against the seem of my leggings, apply the perfect amount of pressure to my clit. The sensation is overwhelming. I squirm beneath him, unable to stay still as pleasure builds. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
“Fuck, I love the way your pussy drools for me,” Heath growls. “I can feel how soaked you are through your leggings.”
I whimper, beyond words. How does he know exactly what to say to drive me wild?
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he continues, his fingers working magic. “Can’t wait to feel how tight and wet you are around me.”
My hips buck involuntarily. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of something monumental.
“That’s it, Willow,” Heath encourages. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
The tension inside me snaps, and I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me. My body trembles uncontrollably as Heath strokes me through my orgasm.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice rough with desire.
I’m still catching my breath when Heath suddenly moves. In one fluid motion, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I let out a surprised squeak. “Heath! What are you doing?”