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She gasps at my word choice, but I’m not taking it back. We can deal with that after the cleanup, however.
Lily eventually takes a step back and gathers her hair to one side before placing her hands on her hips. “Okay, Mr. Fix It. Where do we begin?”
9
LILY
“Come here, beautiful,” Heath says, patting the spot next to him on the couch.
I smile and sink into the cushions, sighing when he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“How are you feeling after your shower?”
“Much better.”
We had a long-ass day in the store, but thanks to all the help, we got a good portion of the cleaning under control. I’m still processing everything Heath has done for me in the last twenty-four hours, but one thing is certain: I can’t lose him.
“Good.” Heath presses a kiss to my temple, and I can feel his lips pull into a smile. “You smell like my shampoo,” he murmurs. “I like it.”
“Feeling territorial?” I tease. Truthfully, I love the thought of Heath claiming me in any way.
Heath’s lips tickle the shell of my ear, and tendrils of pleasure pool in my core. “About you? Always.” His voice is a low rumble, and I can feel the vibrations course through my body.
“What are we going to do about that?” I question, giving him a flirty look. “Maybe there’s some way you could show both of us who I belong to?” Am I coming off as too desperate? I’ve thoughtabout this for so long, fantasized about being with Heath since I knew what lust felt like.
Heath’s eyes flash with a dark hunger, one that tells me he wants me as much as I want him. He drags my bottom lip through his teeth and then plunges his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. His kiss is primal and needy, and I kiss him back, matching every need of his with one of my own.
“Fuck,” he rasps, breaking our kiss. His hips buck, thrusting his erection up against the side of my thigh. I shudder against his solid length, picturing what it would look like sliding between my legs.
“I want you, Heath. I want all of you.”
He grows still at my words and leans back to look at me. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Because once we start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.”
I’m sure that was meant as a warning, but it only makes me hotter for him. “I’m sure. I ache for you. I feel so empty…”
“Jesus, Lily. When you say shit like that to me, it makes me want to rip off all your clothes and tear your little pussy apart.”
My breath catches in my throat at his filthy words. Heath groans as one hand tangles in my hair, tugging slightly to expose my neck. His breath tickles my skin, followed by his soft lips and scratchy beard. The combination of all three sensations has me writing against him, my desire refusing to be suppressed.
“Then why don’t you?”
His eyes darken, and he devours my lips, growling into my mouth and kissing me savagely. Heath breaks our kiss and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through his house and up to his room.
Tossing me on the bed, I bounce twice, and then he pounces on me, nuzzling my neck. Heath rolls onto his side, facing me. He reaches out and tucks some hair behind my ear, pulling me in for a soft kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asks me again. “I never want you to regret anything between us, especially our first time together.”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I trust you, Heath.” I kiss him this time, pouring out everything I can’t seem to say.
The next thing I know, Heath has me on my back, and he’s looming over me. At this moment, he looks absolutely possessed, like a wild animal. Underneath it, though, I still see the way he cares for me. I know he’d never hurt me, which makes me want to unlock the beast I know he’s trying to suppress.
I lean up to kiss him again, but he pulls away. I strain my neck higher, but he pulls back farther, grinning as I pout. He gives me a chaste kiss and gets off the bed.
I follow him off the bed, about to complain, but then I see him take his shirt off, revealing his chest to me. Yeah, he’s as delicious and sexy and absolutely chiseled as I remember. More so, in fact. I can’t help but lick my lips as my eyes drift over the tattoos swirling over one shoulder and down his chest. Then my eyes drop lower to his six-pack, and lower still, to those two sculpted lines leading to his massive dick.
When I finally drag my eyes back up to meet his, he’s smirking at me. God, could he get any sexier? I might just pass out before we even begin.
I start to take my shirt off too, but he reaches out and stops my hands. “No way, that’s my job. Let me unwrap my little love. My perfect present.”
