Dances with Monsters(186)

As if he could sense her eyes on him, Heath sleepily opened his and glanced over at her, catching her staring at him. "That wasn't creepy at all," he teased, his voice husky and deep from sleep. She smiled and scooted closer, turning to press her back to his chest and wrap his arm around her. She faced the window and could watch as the first rays of sun slipped between the remaining clouds and spilled out over the ocean.

Heath's hand idly trailed down her torso, stopping on her hip and pulling it back against him as he gently pressed his hips forward, letting her know silently that he was ready for her. His lips pulled at her earlobe as he reached down to pull the short nightie she'd slept in up over her hips. Drew bit her lip and closed her eyes, leaning her head back as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands moving over her skin. That was another thing—she still couldn't believe that he'd turned her into such a sex enthusiast. Granted, it was sex with him and not just sex in general. But the slightest touch from him always had her turned on and humming like a well-oiled machine, and she felt like she'd never be able to get enough.

She felt his hand brush against her backside as he maneuvered his boxer-briefs down, and then she felt the thick length of him pressing against her. She allowed him to lift her top leg and drape it back over his while he placed himself between her legs, right against her core. She'd been moist before he'd even woken, and she let out a tiny groan as he slid his tip along her wetness. She felt herself throb with need the instant before he parted her and pushed inside. The feeling of him inside her at this angle made her gasp with pleasure, her eyes flying open for a moment as he spooned her, his hips moving deliberately and insistently. She heard his breathing quicken as a low grunt raked through his throat. The arm below her head bent, and a moment later, his hand buried itself in her hair while his other hand roamed her body freely as his hips moved, thrusting into her deeply. She moved her hips back on him in time to his thrusts, meeting each of his upward pushes with a sharp downward movement. He grasped her breasts before his hand moved to her throat, squeezing lightly as he breathed deeply through his nose.

He was hitting some magical spot deep within her, sending sharp tingles of pleasure racing through her pelvis with each movement. If felt so indescribably wonderful that she had to struggle to keep her orgasm at bay; she wanted to feel this feeling forever. But his thrusts became so insistently hard, so deliciously rough, that she was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the pleas of her body to release. She felt him grow even harder inside her as she squeezed down around him, feeling her own moisture gush around his length.

"Fuck, Heath," she whispered, and at hearing her utter his name, his hand tightened slightly around her throat and his other hand tightened in her hair. "I'm about to come!"

He bit the back of her neck. "Do it," he murmured back. She squeezed around him again, and he growled deeply in his throat. "Ah, Drew, fuck. Come for me."

And she did, feeling like her entire lower half was imploding and exploding at the same time. She turned her face into the pillow to cry out her release as his hands gripped her tighter. She was still trembling when she felt Heath's thrusts increase in both force and speed and then he grunted quietly into her skin, and she felt him throbbing inside of her, still moving his hips as he rode them through both of their aftershocks.

"Holy shit," Drew breathed, trying to catch her breath. "Let's take a nap and then see that again in instant replay."

Heath let out a breathless laugh and squeezed her. "I wish we could. But don't forget we have an important day today. Rain check?"

"Yes," Drew murmured, feeling sleepy again. Heath let her sleep for a couple more hours, and then she was waking up again to the feeling of him kissing the back of her neck.

"Time to get up," he said in her ear. "C'mon."

A little while later, they were in their rental heading for another part of Long Beach. It was not as posh as the area they were staying in, and it was far from the roughness they had encountered when they first arrived. It was a mid-level suburban area, filled with trees and nice houses and children. He turned down a street and slowed the car, squinting at the houses as they passed, checking the addresses.

"There it is," Drew said suddenly, pointing down the street. Heath nodded his thanks and pulled up to the curb in front, then turned off the engine. He almost seemed nervous, so Drew squeezed his hand and smiled reassuringly.

"You're about to change their lives," she said quietly. "This is an amazing moment."

"I know," he replied. "I just haven't seen them in so long—it feels weird being here. Without Joaquin."