“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.
He placed his hands on her soft cheeks and pressed a kiss to her forehead, tempering his movements and bringing her to a slow crescendo, keeping her at the peak. Her body contracted around him, her breaths became jagged, and as he took her in another soul-numbing kiss, his body shook and pulsed with another intense release.
Chapter Four
AFTER RETURNING TO her apartment in New York City Sunday afternoon, going grocery shopping, enjoying a brief jog, and trying futilely to stop thinking about Heath, Ally had called her older sister. It was eleven o’clock at night and they’d been talking for almost an hour. Ally had initially called to distract herself from thoughts of Heath, but she couldn’t resist at least vaguely mentioning him to Amanda. Of course, once she’d started to talk about him, their conversation had gone a little deeper than vague.
“Are you going to tell me anything more about your mysterious lover?” Amanda asked. There was only thirteen months between them, and they’d always been close. Amanda had watched Fifi, Ally’s blind cat, while Ally was in Vermont. Sharing a little of her tryst was the least she could do for her more conservative sister.
Ally pulled Fifi into her lap and petted her. “There isn’t anything else to say. He made it clear that he was only interested in sex, nothing more, and I’m good with that.” But that didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking about him endlessly and hoping he’d call. Okay, fine, so she wasn’t exactly good with that. But it was all she had at the moment.
“Yeah, yeah. I get that. But he asked for your number, and you were there working the conference. Didn’t you look him up?”
She pictured Amanda’s dark brows knitted together as she meticulously ran through all the things Ally should have done. Amanda was a sharp paralegal who lived carefully, whereas Ally liked to live a little more recklessly in her personal life, though she was meticulous at work.
“No. I purposely didn’t. Think about it, Mandy. He was at the medical conference, which means….”
“He’s probably a doctor. Big whoop?”
Ally looked around her efficiency apartment. She could afford a slightly bigger apartment, but not having walls to navigate was easier for Fifi, and Ally was perfectly happy with her cozy space.
“It means his life is a world away from mine.”
“What does that say about you, Al? That you think you’re good enough to screw but not for anything more?”
“I screwed him,” she pointed out. “I’m the one who said hello first. I think that counts.”
“You’re so weird. I’d say there was mutual screwing going on.”
Ally heard the smile in her sister’s voice.
“You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re hotter than any girl I know, Al. You can get any man you want. Why do you sell yourself short like that?”
Ally was starting to regret telling her about Heath, but she knew Amanda was just watching out for her. “I’m not selling myself short. It’s not about not being worthy. It’s about attitude. You know how I feel about doctors. Besides, this was just supposed to be a one-night stand. Fun, you know.” She knew her sister was rolling her eyes, because Amanda always teased her about volunteering at medical conferences, where she was surrounded by doctors. But doing lab work for doctors and assisting at a medical conference where she had access to all of the transcripts and interesting medical information were two totally different things.
“Another weird generalization and pastime. Not all docs are like that.”
“Oh, really? Do you work with doctors? They’re arrogant, self-righteous egotists who think of the people in the lab as idiots.” It had been Ally’s experience at the laboratory where she used to work and at the hospital where she’d begun working a few weeks ago that most of the doctors weren’t as kind and considerate as the other staff. She didn’t even know if Heath was a doctor. Although if he was, he didn’t act like she was any lower than him on the social ladder the way most doctors did. Even after he found out I was volunteering at the conference and not attending as a medical professional.
“No,” Amanda said. “But my doctor isn’t like that.”
“Mandy, do you really think your doctor acts the same around you as he does around his staff? You’re paying him.” She leaned down and kissed the white spot on the top of Fifi’s otherwise black furry head. “Besides, if I were looking for more, it wouldn’t be from a one-night-stand.”
“Um. Miss Hypocritical? You were a one-night-stand, remember?”
Ally sighed. “I know, but long-term I want all the fun of quick and dirty sex with the warm, squishy feelings of love. I want to get tingly all over by
the sound of his voice and know that every second we’re apart, he’s thinking of me.”
“You want to be the heroine in one of my romance novels. I swear they get the best sex and the best guys.”
“That would be nice. I’ll take what they have.” Ally laughed.
“Maybe you should give your doc a chance. If he’s even a doctor.”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I need that sort of conflict in my life. I had a great weekend, and tomorrow it’s back to real life.”
Amanda sighed. “Mondays suck. We should have lunch tomorrow.” She worked around the corner from the hospital.
“Tomorrow?” Ally thought about what she had planned for the week, which was a whole lot of nothing besides work and catching up on a little reading. “Sounds good. Meet me around twelve thirty?”
“Perfect.”
A call beeped through, and Ally’s heart skipped a beat at Heath’s name on her screen. “Oh my God. He’s calling.”
“And the mystery man unravels. Love you, sis.”
Trying to ignore the nervous energy racing through her and sound casual, Ally answered Heath’s call. “Is this the way we do the no-strings thing?”
He laughed. “Ally. I’ve missed your voice.”
She closed her eyes tight, grinning like a fool, then forced her smile into an unemotional straight line and chased the excitement from her voice.
“Really? What else have you missed?” Fifi began to purr in her lap.
“Oh, are we going there?” His voice dropped seductively low.
She didn’t have the courage to answer. Yes, she wanted to go there. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again, and he’d already been up close and personal with every inch of her. What did she have to lose?
“Where are you right now, Ally?”
“Locations are off-limits, remember?”
“Ah, yes. I meant where in your place. Bedroom? Living room? Kitchen?”
“Oh.” Why did that simple question turn her on? “Where are you?”
He laughed again. “I’m sitting on my leather couch in my living room with my shirt off and my pants unbuttoned. And, Ally?”
She was getting excited just thinking about him sitting like that. “Yes?”
“I’m thinking about you, so I’m hard as steel.”
Her breath left her lungs in a rush at that visual. “Tie hanging around your neck? Because I find that sexy as hell.”
“Don’t tell me all your secrets, sweetheart.”
She listened to him breathing, silently chiding herself for giving that up. She didn’t know what the parameters were, and she realized that she didn’t particularly care. Heath was like ice cream. She knew she should only have a little, but she couldn’t resist overindulging.
“At least not all at once,” he added.
She smiled.
“Ally?”
“Yes?” Silence stretched between them.
“What are you wearing?”
She glanced down at her boy shorts underwear and T-shirt and thought about lying. Her eyes drifted to Fifi. “Well, at the moment, I’m wearing a cute pussy”—she paused for impact—“cat on my lap.”
“Ally, Ally, Ally. You are a dirty girl.”
She mouthed, Oh my God! to the empty room.
“Tell me what you’re wearing, Ally, and I suggest you put that little kitty down, because we’re about to get a lot dirtier.”
She set Fifi in her bed at the foot of the couch and lay back.
“Ally? Did you leave me?”
“No. I put Fifi down.”
“Fifi.” He paused, and she wondered what he was thinking. “Do you have any other animals?”
“No, just her.”
“Where are you now, Ally?” he asked.
“On my couch.”
“Lie down on your back and close your eyes.”
Was she really doing this? Having phone sex with the guy she’d spent two nights having great sex with? The guy who wasn’t giving anything up?
“I’ll lie back if you tell me something about yourself.”
He remained silent, and she prayed he wouldn’t hang up.
“Heath?”
“I have three brothers,” he offered.
She smiled and lay back on the couch. “Are they all as hot as you?”
“You’re a little minx, aren’t you? How about if we keep my brothers out of this conversation while I’m trying to seduce you?”
She closed her eyes. “Is that what you’re doing? Seducing me?”
“Ally?”
“Hm?”
“What are you wearing, sweetheart?”
“A T-shirt.”
“Bra?”
“No.”
She heard him exhale. “And a pair of pink boy shorts.”
“Those tiny, tight panties?”
“Mm-hm. Are you a fan?” She smiled at her ability to tease even though she was more nervous than she’d been in the hotel room with him. She’d never had phone sex before, but she enjoyed sex, and this brought a whole new level of excitement.
“I’m a fan of anything as long as it’s on you. But I’m a bigger fan of you completely naked, lying spread-eagle with my mouth buried between your legs.”
She inhaled a sharp breath and felt herself go damp.
“Ally? Is that short for Allyson?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t thinking, and it registered a moment later that he’d asked for her full name.
“I like that name. Allyson?”
“Yes.” She sounded raspy, full of desire.
“Close your eyes and pretend I’m there with you.” He paused, and she closed her eyes. “Are your eyes closed?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Put your hand down your panties.” He paused as she followed his instructions. “Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“I’m hot and so wet. Swollen.” Her embarrassment slipped away as she sank into the moment.
“Allyson, you know how to touch yourself like I touched you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I want to hear you come. Touch your clit, and tell me what you feel.” He was breathing harder, and it spurred her on.
She stroked herself, feeling her climax building inside her.
“Allyson?”
“Huh?”
“I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you touching yourself. Thinking about your hair spread out on the pillow and the way your tongue sweeps over your lower lip as you start to relax.”
“Oh God.” The image had her speeding up her efforts.
“I’m so hard, Ally. I wish your mouth were around my cock. I want to see your gorgeous eyes looking up at me when your mouth is full of me.”
“I love your cock.”
“Tell me more,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.
She stroked herself as she spoke, remembering the feel of everything they did. “I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, the way your come tastes on my tongue. The way you fucked me.”
“Christ.” She could tell he was gritting his teeth. “I want to fuck you now, Ally. I want to plunge deep inside you and ravage your sinfully delicious mouth as you come.”
“Heath—” She arched against her hand, feeling her inner muscles contract around her fingers and unable to believe she was coming as he ground out her name and grunted through what she knew was his own intense climax. She listened to his heavy breathing, and strangely, she didn’t feel embarrassed, but somehow felt closer to him.
“Sweetheart?” A gravelly whisper.
“Hm?” she managed.
“You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever known.”
She felt her heart swell with the compliment, though she knew it shouldn’t. Phone sex and hot hotel sex were hardly a relationship. She pushed the hope away and quipped, “That’s sort of like cuddling, isn’t it?”
He let out a low laugh, and she heard him moving around. “Considering t
hat I just came all over myself while listening to you come, I might admit to that.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“I’ve seen you come, remember?” he teased.
“You know what I mean.” She smiled as she went into the bathroom to clean up. “Phone sex,” she said in a hushed tone.
“Me either.”
She stopped cold. “Oh, please. You were too confident, too comfortable with it.”
He laughed again, and it was a sound she was growing to like. A lot.
“Seriously. I haven’t. And I didn’t call to have phone sex with you. I called to hear your voice, but…”
“So you’ve never had phone sex before?” She sounded accusatory and hated herself for it.
“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”
Yes. “No.” This is so messed up. How can I be jealous of a guy I’m not even dating?
“Allyson, there’s one thing you should know about me. I never lie.”
She rolled her eyes. As if she hadn’t heard that too many times before to count. “You’re a man. By default you lie.”
“Ouch. That’s a harsh generalization for a guy you just had phone sex with.”
She smiled. “Sorry. I guess it is, but that’s been my experience.”
“That’s too bad, sweetheart. But not all guys lie.”
“Okay, let’s not kill the mood.” She leaned against the wall, not wanting to talk about her cheating exes. The last two guys she’d dated had both cheated on her, which was what had led her to more casual dating, if she could even call it dating. How hard was it to break up instead of cheating? She’d never understand that mentality.
“I don’t like knowing that you’ve had a bad experience in the past.” The sincerity in his voice sent her sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor.
“Haven’t we all had them?”
He was silent for a long moment. “Yes, I suppose we have.”
“So, I guess girls suck, too.”
“Not all, I hope,” he answered.
She heard him opening up, and she wondered how much information he might share. “Living life on a hope and a prayer now, Heath?”
He sighed. “Aren’t we all?”
“Who was she?” She closed her eyes, knowing he’d probably shut her down.
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