She didn’t recognize the sounds that were coming out of her mouth, and they echoed in her ears, driving her wild. Then Heath picked her up as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, and they crossed the room with her legs wrapped around his hips.
Heath strode into the bedroom and gently tossed her onto the bed on her back. She stared up at him, aftershocks still tingling through her system.
He had a look of satisfaction on his face. “I want to see that again.”
Sylvie knew she should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t, especially when she knew it wasn’t over yet. She couldn’t help but stretch as she watched his admiring look drift down over her half-naked body. She sat up, and he reached behind her to fully undo the zipper of her dress, and he whipped the dress off her body, tossing it across the room in triumph like the spoils of a battle.
“I’ve been admiring these curves all night long,” he said as his hands roamed up and down her body in appreciation.
His hands settled on her breasts as he squeezed them gently, and she arched her back offering them up to him. It had been too long since a man had made her feel like this. Hell, a man had never made her feel like this. Sylvie grew more anxious now. She wanted to have all of him.
Heath joined her on the bed. His kiss was gentle, but then his fingers tightened on her hips. She knew the tight control he had displayed, so far, was fraying.
She scratched her nails down his back, setting loose something animal-like inside of him that excited her. When he climbed between her legs, she was ready for him.
“Now, Heath,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
He needed no more invitation.
He drove into her in a slick and forceful entry. Sylvie saw stars. As he moved inside her, the only thing she could think was that this was exactly the kind of stuff that dreams were made of.
She was ready to burst again before long. His passionate, hard thrusts had her on the verge in record time, and she dug her nails into his shoulder to urge him on, ever faster and harder.
She knew the moment that Heath joined her in her climax, his moans of ecstasy joining hers in a perfect harmony.
She wrapped her legs around his waist drawing him as close to her as possible. He let out a low groan when, at last, it was over. Then he fell forward on top of her. She couldn’t help but think there was nothing quite like the weight of a man on her body; this man, in particular. Though he was huge, his weight on her could never be too much.
A few minutes later, Heath propped himself up on his elbows. He planted small kisses on her neck and around her mouth. She felt him stiffening inside of her again already, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“How about we play another game?” Heath asked.
“What did you have in mind?” Sylvie sighed as his lips found her nipples.
“For every orgasm I give you, you scream my name. If we hit ten, you have to prank call the front desk of the hotel with whatever I tell you to say, no matter how embarrassing.”
That such a man had a prankster side was incredibly appealing to Sylvie. Her laugh turned into a low moan as his fingers found that sensitive ridge between her thighs again.
“You’re on,” she purred.
If she had ten orgasms before the morning, she didn’t think there was much she wouldn’t do for him.
Chapter Six
HEATH SAT AT THE BREAKFAST table feeling satisfied about the extent of the breakfast spread in front of him. He didn’t know what Kassy liked to eat, so he had ordered one of nearly everything on the menu. The wanton decadence of the display pleased him. It was fitting after the night he’d just had.
He glanced toward the bedroom and wondered what Kassy could be doing in the bathroom. She’d been in there a long time, long enough that he had been able to order room service and have it delivered while he waited. He grumped and wondered what did women do in bathrooms that took so damned long, anyway?
He smiled at himself. Truth was, he missed her. He wanted her out here so he could feed her and then maybe undo all the primping she was undoubtedly doing in the bathroom right then.
A disconcerting thought crossed his mind. He hoped that she didn’t regret what had happened in the night. For his part, he was entranced with her.
He loved that she seemed game for whatever crazy scheme he came up with. The early morning prank call to the front desk using a dramatic fake accent had been especially amusing, but she had to pay up on their bet.
Heath couldn’t help but remember what he thought the first moment he laid eyes on her. He had thought “I’m going to marry this girl.” Now he was starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, there might have been something more to that than silly fancy. Perhaps the universe was trying to tell him something.
Kassy had surprised him at dinner with her sense of humor and her silly game of “Private Yet Public.” He had learned enough about her to make him sure he wanted to know more. He wanted to get very specific now, especially after what happened between them during the night.
In particular, he wanted to know the specifics surrounding her being an employee of an escort service. He figured she was probably a graduate student at one of the local universities putting herself through college by being an escort.
If they went out again, and he planned on it, he wanted to make sure that she didn’t have to subject herself to that kind of work anymore. He knew the escort service carefully screened all clients, but there was always a risk. It was one of many things he wanted to talk to her about before he left Chicago.
The bathroom door opened, and Heath looked up expectantly. What he saw surprised him. He had awoken with a slightly tousled, wide-eyed, sexy-as-hell woman in his arms. He loved it.
Kassy, on the other hand, had been mortified. She’d scampered out of bed and grabbed her clothes up before making a mad dash into the bathroom, saying something about needing to get cleaned up.
He thought, at the time, that she wanted to brush her teeth or something like that; women were peculiar about those kinds of things. He had never imagined that she would reappear fully dressed and seemingly ready to run out the door. She looked stunningly beautiful, but she was wearing far too many clothes again.
She wasn
’t going to leave, was she?
“I wasn’t sure what you might like,” he said as he held up the bowl of dressed fruit and waved at some Eggs Benedict. “So I tried to cover all the options.”
She smiled hesitantly and shook her head slowly.
“I didn’t expect us to eat it all,” he soldiered on. “I was thinking that we might save some for later. I’ve already devised a new game for the leftovers if you’re interested. That is, assuming you don’t have anywhere to be today.”
Kassy looked uncertain. Heath felt an unaccustomed pang of dread grow in his stomach.
He thought that they’d had a great time together, and he wasn’t ready for it to end yet. Now, it looked as if there was something else going on that he hadn’t anticipated. She might want to leave.
Since when did women want to leave Heath’s bed before he was ready to let them go? He’d had to work up all sorts of tricks over the years to get them out, most of them involving vague, fake promises of getting together at some vague, hazy future date.
“You’ll have to eat those yourself,” Kassy said. “I’ve got to get out of here. The agency is gonna be wondering where I am if I don’t check in soon.”
Damn, she did want to leave. Figured. He was irked. Heath wasn’t used to not having complete control of a situation.
He raised an eyebrow. “Does this kind of overnight thing happen often?”
Kassy’s expression darkened. “I told you I’m not a whore. This has never happened to me before.”
He realized quickly that he’d let his annoyance get the better of him. He stood and tried to reach out for her, but she slipped away.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to offend you, and I didn’t mean it that way. I just thought that maybe you thought that I wanted what others might, and I don’t know …” God, he was rambling. He had to get a grip. “I thought we had a great time last night, and I’d love to see you again the next time I’m in town.”
She wasn’t looking on him with any greater favor.