Page 21 of Only His Girl
“We will, huh?” I tease. Heath just grins and tugs me down a hallway.
“Office, gym, bathroom. And the master suite.” Heath pushes open a door to reveal a spacious room with the same minimalist style as the rest of the penthouse. One entire wall is glass, framing a vista of mountains that makes it feel like we’re not even in the city anymore.
“It’s gorgeous,” I breathe.
“Not as gorgeous as you.”
Heath pulls me close and kisses me again, slow and deep. I melt into him, desire building with every brush of his lips.
“The bed’s pretty comfortable too,” he murmurs. “Memory foam mattress, sixteen hundred thread count sheets. But I think it might be missing something.”
“Oh?” I ask innocently. “What’s that?”
Heath gives me a smoldering look. “You. Naked. Under me.”
Heat floods my veins, and I surge up to capture his mouth again. Heath groans, clutching me tight, and walks me backward toward the bed. We tumble onto the mattress, limbs tangling as clothes start coming off.
“Willow,” Heath breathes against my skin. “My Willow.”
His touch is reverent, worshipful, setting my whole body on fire. I’ve never felt so desired, so cherished. Like I’m the only thing in the world that matters to him.
Maybe this is too fast, but it feels so right. I don’t want to wait anymore. I just want Heath, now and forever.
I sink to my knees in front of him, running my hands up his muscular thighs. He’s already hard under his jeans, and I can’t wait to see him, to taste him.
“Baby, you sure about this?” Heath asks hoarsely. His eyes are heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I’m ready.” I pop the button on his jeans and slowly unzip his fly. “But are you?”
Heath sucks in a sharp breath as I reach into his jeans and curl my fingers around his thick length. I stroke him lightly, enjoying the way he hardens even more under my touch. The soft groan that escapes his lips makes me so wet I’m sure I’ve soaked through my panties.
“Butterfly,” he growls. “Keep that up and you’ll get more than you bargained for.”
“Promises, promises.”
I tug his jeans and boxers down, freeing his thick length. It’s big and heavy, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. I lick my lips, aching to taste it, but I want to drive him crazy first.
Heath fists a hand in my hair. “Stop teasing me, baby. Open that pretty throat of yours and make me come.”
His words make me dizzy with desire. I’ve never done this before, but I want to make Heath feel good. I want to be the one who gives him pleasure, makes him lose control.
When I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting salt and musk, Heath curses under his breath, hips jerking forward. I wrap my lips around him and slide down as far as I can, hollowing my cheeks on the way back up.
“Fuck, just like that,” Heath groans.
He guides my head up and down, setting a rhythm I try to match. I relax my throat and take him deeper, loving the sounds I’m pulling from him. The ache between my legs grows impossibly hotter with every thrust of his hips.
I can tell Heath is getting close, his muscles tensing as he fucks my mouth. I brace myself for his release, wanting nothing more than to give him everything. To be his, now and always.
Heath comes with a shout, flooding my mouth. I swallow greedily, not wanting to miss a drop.
When he’s finally spent, Heath pulls me to my feet and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I can taste him on my tongue. “You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my lips.
Heath guides me onto the bed, arranging me on my back before settling between my thighs. I gasp as he slides a pillow under my hips, tilting my pelvis up to meet his gaze.
“I want to get so deep inside you.”
My whole body flushes with heat at his words.