The Satin Sash

She didn’t seem to expect a reply any longer. She was already settled, a cheek to his chest, her breasts rising and dipping evenly against his ribs.

He skimmed his mouth across her forehead, his arms unrelenting around her.

“Don’t ever stop,” he hoarsely whispered.

“Hmm? Stop what?”

Loving me. “Telling me.”

She laughed softly. “I won’t.”

“I like hearing it.”

She surprised him, kissing his chest right above his nipple—the place nearest to where she rested her head—and whispered, “I know you do.”

Chapter Seven

Heath was moving around the guest bedroom the next morning, searching his duffel for a fresh T- shirt, when he spotted her out on the long, sprawling terrace. Straightening, he moved closer to the sunlit window, taking in that delectable rear as she leaned on the stone ledge. Her chestnut hair flew in tangles behind her as she took in the ocean view.The sun brought out the shades of red and a hint of gold in her hair, and he wanted to run a hand through it and inspect it up close.

Her profile was exquisite; her nose tipped up at the end, and her lips pouted beguilingly. Without makeup, her skin had a fresh peachy hue that appealed to him. Her small, curvy body appealed to him. Crap, everything of hers appealed to him.

Her dress today was emerald green and shaped like a tube. Heath was liking that tube. Seemed easy enough to pull down, or up, to reveal what Heath most wanted to see.

After a moment he realized she was mumbling, shaking her head, creasing that cute face into a frown.When he realized she was cursing Grey, Heath chuckled. God, he wanted to fuck her.

His jeans felt tight and his dick kept expanding. He was so primed for her, so full of hot, needy cum for her. And he knew she ate it—oh yes, she liked eating him up. And he’d heard her and Grey last night.... Had it been around three a.m.? Maybe four a.m. He wasn’t sure, but he heard the cry she gave. He’d bucked up in bed from that sound alone.

She rounded with a stomp of a pink-toed foot and her head jerked back when she spotted him. She absorbed his gaze for a sizzling second, her chest rising and falling in hungry little pants. Are you thinking of me fucking you, kitten? Do you want my hands on you, my hard dick inside you?

He crooked his finger at her, watched her lips part in surprise, and then he reached out to slide open the door. He almost groaned when she pulled her eyes away and stormed back inside. He was just not used to this pain. A boner was something to be taken care of fast, and this one wouldn’t cease. He’d had it for days. Weeks. His need was so great that all he could think of was spreading her legs again. He had been thinking of her hair last night, her shoulders; now it was just what lay between her legs that overwhelmed his mind, promising him ease. When would he get there, be there again? Damn.

He knew Grey was somewhere in the house, even if he hadn’t understood what the fuck the Mexican guy had said this morning about Sir Richards. Apparently, Grey was royalty around these parts. But Heath wasn’t caging himself in this big white room. He enjoyed being alone, but not when he knew Toni was somewhere in the halls and rooms of this immense house.

He came down the hall and found her cuddled on a couch, a magazine open on her lap. Her emotions flickered across her face when she spotted him; she was shocked, delighted, wary.

The living room was—surprise, surprise—white like everything in the house. Grey knew how to spend his money, though; with its solid dark woods and light fabrics, windows that spread from top to bottom and side to side, this room and the woman sitting motionless at its center made Heath think of paradise. Eve and the apple. His eternal doom. All that shit.

The low couch she sat on, with its stunning beach backdrop, was wide enough to sleep two people comfortably, and accented with plump pillows in a green that was almost as striking as the eyes that were now watching him.That couch had been specially made for a man to fuck on it.

His shoes made no sound when they hit the carpet.“Aren’t you going to say good morning,Toni?” he asked.

She seemed ready to bolt. “Hi, Heath.”

His eyebrows flew up. This was not the merry welcome in the morning he’d fantasized about. “You don’t sound so enthusiastic. Am I not wanted here anymore?”

Leave. His specialty. School, foster parents, friends. Before anyone could even ask him to, he left. He had never been wanted, and he’d never cared. But today he cared.Today he cared to be wanted. He remembered being inside her body, sucking those breasts, all of his cock massaged by those tight, wrenching ripples in her pussy. By her tongue, her lips, her mouth.

But maybe she wanted him to leave. “Do you want me to go, Toni?”

“We invited you here, didn’t we?” Ah, she was surly. Well. He’d take care of that easily.

“Where’s God?” he asked, taking a seat.

Her lips curved into a smile. Ahh. She’d liked his joke. “On the phone.”

“He pissed you off?”

She shrugged. Okay, so she wasn’t in the mood to confide. He got the message. He snatched up a magazine and flipped through the pages, pretending to be as interested in kitchen decoration as she was. He peered at her through his lashes.