Page 82 of Heston
“Hes-s-s-s-s…” she hissed as lift-off commenced.
With both hands in his hair, she pulled his head closer and shoved her wet nipple farther into his mouth. Lust and desire. Fingers and mouth. That was all he’d touched her with so far. She’d never climaxed without him coming with her. Probably because he was her one and only. She didn’t want to now. But he was in charge, and he was playing her body like a musical instrument with legs.
Both breasts heaved as her second orgasm rocketed through her, leaving effervescent trails of aftershocks up her spine, throughout her bloodstream, hell, everywhere. There wasn’t onemolecule in her body not bubbling when he pulled back and blew a warm breath over her wet nipples. Both ached so much that they, in turn, recharged that invisible det cord. That single puff from his mouth turned her nipples cold, and along with the cold, they reverted into wanton, naughty school girls. And…
Again? Not physically possible. Not this soon. Three would be an all-time record.
Heston nuzzled his warm face between her breasts while those greedy diamond tips cooled. Before what… what had happened in the forest… she didn’t yet know how to safely reference—that—without getting rattled. She’d never speak the names associated withthatterror again. Not ever. There was a time she might’ve been brave enough to face anything life threw at her, just not—that.
“Hey,” Heston murmured, his elbows planted in the mattress above her shoulders, his arms alongside her head, and his fingers in her hair. “Where’d you go?”
London blinked up into his ruggedly handsome face, at the tenderness glistening in his dark brown eyes. She’d lost track of him and where they were for a moment. Damned panic was a stubborn bitch, and that bitch was right then pounding a noisy drum in her head, as if it had complete control. Irrational fear gripped her throat just like… h-he had. H-him. The bastard who tried to kill her. R-rape her.
Heston might’ve gotten too close, too soon. A headache loomed. Flashbacks blinded her view of the man at the end of her nose. All she could see was… then. That ugly man. Him. What almost happened then. How utterly helpless she’d been. How frightened and horrified.
There would be no third orgasm.
Heston bowed his forehead to her breasts and whispered, “Nice and slow, babe. I’ve got you now. It’s just you and me until the end of time. I’m here and I’m not leaving. Breathe for me.”
Unable to answer, she did as he asked, just dropped her nose into his hair and inhaled the comforting scent of his scalp, his shampoo, and the raw masculinity that was her man into her soul. Her man, damn it. It was Heston who was there with her. No one else. He’d never left her, and she’d never, ever leave him again. He wasn’t ever too rough. If anything, he was being too gentle with her. And that was good, but it also made everything worse. She knew why. He didn’t want to set off any triggers, and man, did she have triggers. This wasn’t them being them. They weren’t okay yet. Not by a longshot. And yet…
The scent of him in her nostrils quelled the raging thunderclouds building in her head. She inhaled deeper, drawing in every last sensation of comfort. The slightest hint of his sweat. The masculine scent of his shampoo. The scrub of his scruff abrading her tender nipples. Heston had always been good enough to eat, and this time, now, suddenly, inhaling him was the same as inhaling life. Their life. London desperately wanted back the life they’d had before. She wanted to be carefree and confident again. If only she could get over the mountain of doubt in her way.
“You have goosebumps,” Heston whispered. “You’re shivering.” He rolled to her side and had her bundled inside the blanket and facing him in no time.
“I’m… I’m…”Speechless? Scared I’ll never recover? That I’ll always remember? That Kelsey’s wrong and there will never, ever be anything easy between me and Heston again?
Fighting for control, London reached a nervous hand down past Heston’s belly, through those crisp, curly hairs to—there. Right there. “Now I… I have you.” If only her voice hadn’t quavered.Sheesh!She wanted so badly to get back to who she used to be, not the weakling who’d taken her place.
He flexed his abdomen to give her hand more room. “Are you sure you want more? I’m good with—”
“Yes, Hes. Not just more. I want us to do everything we used to do. Don’t hold back. Please, I need us to be us again.”
“Okay, but let’s take it slow. How about we go for three?”
“Three times?” London would’ve laughed if he hadn’t pushed to his knees, thrust his hips forward and—slid deliciously into her. She growled at the stretch of his friendly invasion. Of the girth. The depth.
Heston could’ve been one of those high-priced male escorts, at the least, a male model in those high-priced men’s magazine. He had the sexy, dark looks women swooned over, and his toned, bronze body was made to be adored. But he was all hers and he had a nice long reach. Right then, he was hitting all the best ridges inside of her. Her body clenched at the possibility he’d created. Three orgasms? Unbelievable. But worth trying.
London squirmed beneath him, focused on the mantra that if she believed it, she could be it. Confident. Sassy. Not scared. Not hesitant. “Yes. There. Hes… Yes. There. Ahhh…”
Let those stupid swooning women suffer. Heston Contreras was all hers.
“Legs around me, babe,” he ordered. “You know what I like.”
Oh, yeah. As quickly as London wrapped her legs around his hips, Heston slid both manly hands under her butt and tilted the lower part of her body upward. His hair flopped over his forehead and the tenderest smile graced his rugged face as he looked down at her. Even after all this time, after what she’d done to him, he still loved her. He’d been faithful when she hadn’t. He’d searched for her when she’d deserted him. How could she ever make up for that?
“You’re thinking too hard. You’re too much in your head. Stop it, babe. Look at me. It’s just you and me in this bed. Just feel. That’s all you need to do right now. Feel,” he said as he thrust that magnificent cock into her, then ground himself in deeper. “Just know I’ll always love you.”
London kept her eyes on him, and sure enough, the rest of the world fell away. Itwasjust Heston and her in this time and this place. She hadn’t noticed how or when it happened. He’d distracted her.
“Know how much I love you,” he said, softly pulling out, then sliding back in just as softly. “With every beat of my heart, babe.” Those manly hips moved forward again and again. “With all of me. My heart. My soul.” In and out. “Never doubt us.” And again. “We belong together. Just you and me, London. Just us.”
“I do know that,” she breathed.
“I don’t think you do,” he grunted, setting a sensual rhythm as old as time. Rocking gently into her. Pulling out just far enough to tease and make her body miss his. With every stroke of his rock-solid cock against her inner walls, with every backward glide and forward thrust, Heston was unlocking the door to them—only them.
“Forgive and forget,” he ordered. “Our bed. Our home. Our life.”
