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Drew was definitely not being quiet now, and he lent an attentive ear to her moans. He let go of her hair to reach around her front to squeeze her breast for a moment, before sliding his hand over her shoulder and into her hair again, this time grabbing handful near her scalp as he beat into her. She started to moan a strange, liquid combination of his name and a random curse word over and over. She reached a hand back to grab his hip, encouraging him to hit her off as deeply as he could manage. He obliged, and her hand moved to stroke the sweaty skin of his taut stomach. Suddenly her nails dug into his flesh and her thighs trembled and tightened around him, and her inner walls gripped him tighter than ever. Her back bowed and her head fell forward and Heath realized she was coming, and coming hard. He heard a low, strangled shriek erupt from her throat as her body shuddered. Her dark hair suddenly went flying as she whirled her head around to meet his eyes, and it was too much for him—her orgasm was at its peak and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were practically black with lust, her lips swollen, moist and parted to give her moan room to flow out of her throat. He made a noise, rumbling deep in his chest, and then he was climaxing, picking up where she was leaving off. He leaned over her to bury himself as deeply as possible inside her and groaned throatily into the smooth skin of her back, squeezing her bottom as his hardness broke inside her and incredible pleasure barreled into him.
He pushed her flat on her stomach and leaned on top of her, both of them fighting for breath. He kissed her cheek and then nibbled her ear until she squealed with laughter. He pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, slapping her bare bottom as he went. He panted as he glanced at her, her hand reaching out for him and snaking over his abdomen.
"You passed," he managed, as Drew laughed and smacked him lightly on the chest.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The plane descended into Los Angeles in the late afternoon, and Drew had to restrain herself from pressing her face to the airplane window. She normally hated to fly, but she was utterly excited for this trip, and even from the air, L.A. was a huge change from Pittsburgh. It was brightly sunny, and the sight of palm trees waving in the breeze made her feel indescribably happy. She looked at the swirling interstates packed to the brim with cars, the houses built into the hills, the tall buildings of downtown L.A., and felt she could have sky-dived out of the plane had it not finally touched the ground when it did.
"Easy, killer," came Heath's teasing voice from the other side of her, and Drew realized she was practically panting with excitement. She covered her mouth and grinned at him, and though he only gave her a little half-smile back, she knew he was pleased to see her looking so happy. She wondered how could anyone be sad in the Golden State, and determined it just wasn't possible.
She bounced with impatience in her seat as she waited for their row to be able to deplane. It seemed to take forever to navigate through the huge expanse of Los Angeles International Airport, and she was eternally grateful that she'd listened to Heath's advice—order—that she pack just a simple carry-on with only the bare necessities for the weekend. There was a lot to see and do here, he agreed, but they could come back another time to do that. They were here to see Aida and the kids, and maybe spend a little time at the beach, and then it was back to Pittsburgh they went. He promised they'd take a real trip soon; now that he'd signed a contract, rather reluctantly, with TapouT Clothing with Connor, he had several meetings to attend in regards to finding out what he needed to do. Every time Drew gently pointed out that some sort of photographic advertising campaign usually followed, he got grumpy.
Once they stepped outside the airport to wait for a taxi, Drew sucked in a deep breath, loving the warmth from the sun and in the air against her skin. It was a sharp contrast to Pittsburgh, which was at this time of year generally cool, cloudy and rainy. She tilted her head back and shut her eyes, basking in the feeling of the rays on her face.
"Looks like someone likes the West Coast," Heath said, and Drew opened her eyes to smile at him. She liked the way the bright sun lightened his normally stormy pewter eyes to an almost light shade of blue.
"I do," she said. "After a whole two minutes here, I definitely do." She shut her eyes again and sighed happily. "I could get used to this." She was amazed that her entire mood had shifted; not that she'd been unhappy lately, but right now, she felt incredibly light. She felt, for the first time in a very long time, completely carefree.
The taxi finally came, and Heath directed him to the car rental business that was near the airport. Drew knew nothing about the trip other than the purpose and the fact that she was on it, so she had no idea where they would be staying. Once Heath had picked up their reserved vehicle, he loaded their bags in and nodded at her, moving to open her door for her.