Seventh Heaven (Allendale Four 4)

I rolled my eyes. Jackson was majorly into this dog. “I will.”

“You better get moving too, you know she doesn’t like it when you’re late.”

I grabbed my phone and keys, following him out the office door and down the stairs to the gym floor. If I walked through the workout area I’d get stopped, so I ducked down the back hall and exited through the alley behind the gym. The phone rang before I left the parking lot.

“Hey, babe.”

“I’m stalking you on the phone tracker. You should have left five minutes ago.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Jackson came in and distracted me.”

“You’re really going to blame Jackson?” she asked, playfully. “Because if you want, I can call him and have him come distract me while I’m waiting for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare. This is our time together. You know that.” I waited for a car to pass and turned on the main road. “Since we had to skip last week because you were sick, I’m definitely not missing out today. You still feeling better?”

“Yeah, a little bit every day, even though that pesky cough won’t go away. At least we know I’m not contagious.”

“I’d risk it.” Going a week without our “date” had been hard enough. As long as she was truly feeling better, there was no chance she could keep me away.

I turned the car into our neighborhood, testing the speed limit. Since Heaven worked on a TV show she had every Friday off. And since it was hard for me to curtail my work habits, we arranged for some private time at home. Jackson was at the gym. Hayden at the training facility. Anderson in the pool. They gave us the time we needed.

“Two minutes,” I promised and hung up.

The thought of my girl waiting for me, ready for me, gave me a thrill. One that never, ever lessened.

I screeched into the driveway, leaving the car halfway down, racing into the house. I was already hard, just thinking about her. My heart already hammering. I walked down the hall to the master bedroom, the one we’d given Heaven, and opened the door.

My eyes fell directly on her, waiting by the end of the bed. She wore a sheer black top with a lacy bra and panties. In all honesty, I’d expected her to be lying in the bed in her sweatpants and tank top reading a book, phone tracker on, ready to give me hell for making her wait.

She stood nervously, hand tugging at the bra. This wasn’t her normal thing.

“Damn, you look beautiful.”

“I thought I’d try something different.”

I closed the distance between us and ran my hand down her arm. “You know I don’t need any of this.”

“I know, but you’ve been so sweet about me being sick I thought I’d surprise you. It was worth it to see that expression on your face.” She ran her hand down my front, landing on the bulge between my legs. “And to make you excited.”

“You think you don’t always make me excited?” I bent and kissed her shoulder, working my way up her neck. I used my teeth to tug at her ear, my fingers to roam her back. I knew she liked to be touched all over, working her body into a frenzy before making love. “I think about you all day, babe, every day. I wake up hard and go to sleep hard, but I don’t care if we have sex, or if you dress up like a goddess or just look like a regular, beautiful girl. All that matters is that I love you and you love me and that makes any time together with you special.”

I dropped to my knees and kissed her belly, taking my time with her body. As much as I wanted to rip off that lace, I loved seeing her in it. Seeing the thin material hiding her best, most delicious parts.

She arched her back as I traveled lower, her hands skimming along my neck. Her hips moved, seeking friction, but I held off, kissing between her thighs. She pushed at the fabric and I chuckled at her impatience, blowing hot air across her skin before succumbing, lowering the thin, lacey straps down her hips. I sucked on her hipbones, below her belly button, and she reached for me, tugging me upward and pushing my shirt over my head. Every time Heaven and I had sex it was like a new experience. She explored my body with awe and appreciation. She touched my chest, my abs. She toyed with me, running her nails through the hair on my lower belly, scratching across my nipples.

When she had me panting, she moved to my pants, unbuttoning, removing, freeing my erection. I hissed when she stroked the length of my shaft, her fingertips soft and cool. I never, ever tired of her hands on me. Never tired of her body, her mind, her spirit.

I took my time peeling off her barely-there clothes, revealing her skin inch by inch. I reveled in her flesh, teased her nerves; licked, sucked, and caressed until she was hot, bothered, and begging for me to do what I’d wanted since I walked in that door.

I fell on my back, landing on the firm mattress with a thud, pulling her on top of me in one fluid motion. She landed on my hips, straddling me, wet and ready. Her dark hair hung over her shoulder, tickling my chest when she bent to kiss me, her mouth hot, her breath short. She hovered, guiding me inside, taking me in, eyes always expanding in surprise, like she doesn’t expect my size after all this time.

We sunk into a rhythm, her hips rolling—pushing, pulling. I gripped her hips, touched her chest, pulled her down for a kiss. After all this time I knew what to expect, how to anticipate when she was close to the edge. Her breathing grew quick, her nipples tightened, her hips jerked with quick, fast motion. A thin line formed between her closed eyes and her lips parted, my name floating off her tongue.

Then she came, riding me through the waves, and I let her coast, holding back until I knew she was at the tail of her euphoria. I rolled her to her back and unleash the true desire I’d been reining in, teeth bared on her shoulder, cock buried in her body until my mind and my body separate, ecstasy claiming every fiber of my being.

I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth, and felt the warmth in her reddened cheeks. Heaven laid her head on a pillow, chest heaving, and turned to me. “I may have to get a new outfit all the time if that’s going to be the reaction.”

“Yeah?” I pushed my body closer to her, wanting to be in her space. “Whatever you want, babe, I’m in.”