Page 20 of Unworthy
“Heath, I’m going to say this one more time.” Yaz’s tone was that of complete exasperation, like she had come to the end of her tether with me. “If I have to repeat myself again, I honestly might lose it. I’m anadult.You werenotinappropriate. I snogged you back, you daft bugger. Apologise for behaving like an insufferable prick, but don’t apologise like I’m a child you took advantage of. Let’s cut the crap, okay? I know you know I’ve fantasised about you for years. My entire puberty is littered with fervent, intense fantasies about being with you. I think it’s safe to say that if presented with any opportunity of snogging you or in fact shagging you, my body is hard wired to say yes. If anything,youshould be scared ofme.The number of times I’ve spent thinking about you that way, I’d probably eat you alive given half the chance.”
My mouth had gone completely dry and there was a faint ringing in my ears. So much blood had travelled south of my belt I feared I might pass out. Yaz had always been direct, but I never thought she would address that particular elephant in the room.
“Right,” I said, and I had to clear my throat as my voice was so tight. “I… er, right.”
It didn’t seem that I was capable of further words. What should have happened at this juncture was that I should have left the flat. But somehow my feet were not cooperating with my brain’s feeble attempt to get them to move to the exit. Yaz was still pouring and stirring the tea as if she regularly told people they had starred in all her teenage fantasies and that she would, in fact, eat them alive. The prospect of being eaten alive by this woman and what that might entail was almost too much for my physiology to handle. I took a couple of steps towards her. She looked up from the cups to me, then she froze.
“Heath?” her voice was tentative, barely above a whisper. I took another step – my conscience screaming at me to get the fuck out of there, but my entire being drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Another couple of steps and I was right in front of her, close enough for my hand, which was trembling slightly, to come up the side of her face and my thumb to sweep over her lips. She exhaled a shaky breath, her pupils so dilated now that there was only a thin ring of green around the edges.
“You still think about me… like that?” My own voice was low and husky as I searched her beautiful face. She nodded, her cheek moving against my hand, and I leaned down so that my forehead was resting against hers. That ache in my chest seemed to ease the closer I was to her, as if keeping my distance was a physical hardship that had gone unacknowledged until now. “I think about you as well. All the time. I dream about you at night, daydream during the day. How soft your skin would be, how your body would feel under mine.”
A small sound escaped her lips as she stared up at me, her face flushing and her body moving towards me just a fraction. And that was it. Any control I might have had was decimated. My entire existence centred on being close to this woman. I used my hand to tilt her face back and my lips fell on hers. It wasn’t light or gentle like before in her studio. No, this time it was wild and crazy and totally out of control. One of my hands moved to her back, the other to under her thigh to lift her up onto the kitchen counter so that her face was level with mine. I kissed from her lips down her neck and along her collarbone as she slid her hand under my t-shirt to feel the skin of my back.
“Oh, God,” I muttered against her skin. “I can’t stop. God help me, I can’t stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she said, her voice strained with need. “I’ll die if you stop now.” Pulling back enough to scan her flushed face and noting the fierce desire in her expression, I yanked her thin t-shirt over her head in one swift move, dislodging her mass of hair from its topknot and allowing it to cascade over her shoulders and down her back. I looked down at her bikini-clad torso – those perfect breasts and that flat, tanned stomach and my breath left me in a whoosh.
“You are so beautiful,” I managed to get out in a hoarse voice as I reached up to the strings of her bikini top behind her neck. “I’ve thought about doing this so many times.” I gave the bow a pull, and she unclipped the strap at the back. I barely had time to take in the perfection in front of me before she was yanking my t-shirt over my head and chucking it and her bikini top to the side. She spent a few moments tracing my chest, and I shivered under her touch before she pressed her soft body against mine and kissed me again.
“Bedroom,” she said between kisses, and I lifted her up with her legs wrapped around my hips. A few of her crystals fell to the floor, but neither of us took any notice. I had to negotiate way too many pieces of random furniture on the way to her bedroom, the ceiling of which was in no way designed to accommodate a man over six feet tall. I laid her on the bed and hovered over her as my hips fell between her legs. She moved against me and I let out a low groan.
“Jesus, Midge, don’t do that. I can’t–”
“Ineedyou.” Her voice cracked at the end, as though she was in some sort of physical pain. And again, that fuse in my brain short-circuited. I moved against her beautiful body and her shallow breathing was all I could hear in the room. The rest of our clothes came off in a frenzied joint effort until we were skin on skin, finally. It was then I took my time to learn everything about her body: where she needed pressure, where she needed to be touched with my hands and my mouth until I could tell that she was right on the edge. She was in such a state that she yanked me up over her. “Please Heath,” she begged. “Now. I want it to be with you. Not without you. I’m so tired of being withoutyou.”
I hovered over her, using both hands to push her hair back from her beautiful face. Her cheeks were flushed, her expression sharp with need. I reached into the pocket of my discarded trousers to extract a condom from my wallet. Once I was ready, I turned back to her and pressed my weight against her again.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice ragged.
“Heath, now!” she snapped as one of her hands went around the back of my neck and the other to the muscles of my back. Her lips parted as my hips surged forward and I kissed her again. The relief of finally, finally being part of her like this. Finally being as close to her as my body had been craving to be for so long. The relief of that was almost overwhelming. I pulled back to look down at her face and I could see the same emotions in her expression – awe, ecstasy, need. We moved together, our eyes still locked as our movements became more and more frantic and primal. I watched her push over the edge and let go, triggering me to do the same. It was hands down the most intense experience of my life.
I collapsed on top of her, letting her take my full weight for a moment before realising I should probably allow her to breathe, shifting over and gathering her limp body into mine so she was tucked into my side with her arm slung across my chest. As I lay there, an extraordinary sense of peace swept over me.So this is what it’s meant to feel like?I thought.This right here is what I’ve needed all along.There had never been any sense in fighting it. Okay, maybe she was my best friend’s little sister and maybe she represented everything I’d told myself I should avoid – but there was no getting away from the fact that I could not stay away from this woman. I would just have to accept that she was my future. I was pretty sure I could overlook some of her flaws, and anyway, there was no going back now. Max would skin me alive if he knew I shagged his sister and walked away. I’d just have to make the best of it. And feeling her soft body against mine, her glorious hair spread out over my shoulder, and the feel of her breathing against my chest was certainly softening the blow. In fact, rather than feeling trapped, I was suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of well-being for the first time in months. That aching sensation in my chest had eased completely. I smiled at the ceiling as I gave Yaz’s shoulder a squeeze.
Yaz let out a puff of air and I felt her previously boneless and compliant body stiffen next to mine. “That was… er… I–”
“That was amazing,” I told her, pulling her now slightly resistant body more into mine.
“You – you think?” Her voice had more than a hint of uncertainty to it.
“Don’t you?”
“Well, yes, of course I do. But then you’ve literally just topped all my teenage fantasies in one fell swoop. It’s just that… well, where do we go from here?”
“Well, that’s it, isn’t it?” I said in a firm tone. “We’re together.”
“Er… what?”
Chapter 10
Make the best of it
Heath
“There’s no going back now.” My voice was resigned, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “Of course, it’ll be best if we tell Max and Verity as soon as possible. I wouldn’t want them finding out any other way. We should probably give Max a ring in a– ”
“You want to ringmy brotherand tell him we’ve just had a cheeky shag?” Her voice was rising in disbelief. “Are youinsane?”
“Yaz, I will not tell him anything of the sort. I’ll tell him we’re together. A couple. As long as he knows we’re serious about each other, he won’t be pissed off. He’ll probably be pleased.”
