“Rowena…” She grabbed Heath’s pajama bottoms and pulled slightly. Heath couldn’t fight her anymore. He definitely couldn’t ignore the desire flooding every square inch of his being. At this precise moment, he couldn’t even remember why it had been so all-fired important to wait to touch her pale, smooth skin. “I want you…” she said, nipping at his ear. “I’m yours to do whatever you want with me…” “Baby, you’re not ready yet…” His voice trailed off as his gaze trekked all over her body before settling between her legs. Rowena took a half-step back, pressed a hand into her fluttering stomach, then eased it down, down, until she settled her fingertips over her clit and rubbed in slow, soft circles. Heath’s gaze latched on, unblinking, transfixed. “Please…” Rowena closed her eyes and tossed her head back, slowly driving herself insane with a teasing touch. Heath ate it up with his stare. “Dammit!” he bellowed as he took a ground-eating step toward her.
After Heath’s amazingly sensual treatment, Rowena didn’t think it possible to become more aroused than she already was. She was wrong. Their contact made Heath’s member throb. Rowena could feel every pulse jammed tight against her own. She was shivering with anticipation. Heath was going to take her on the floor! He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, flung it onto the floor beneath them, and stretched them both out on top. It wasn’t much padding for the hard wood beneath but Rowena didn’t care. His mouth latched tight over one of her nipples, sucking hard before laving the tightened nub with his tongue. A string seemed to snap between his mouth and her sex, pulling her hips up off the floor in a search for more. Heath didn’t disappoint. His hand was there, slipping through the folds, rubbing her clit, and sliding home, making her moan. Rearing up, Rowena tore at his pants, pulling them ruthlessly down as far a
He scooped her into his arms and Rowena squealed. Whatever she’d expected it hadn’t been that. Her protests grew louder as Heath headed for the door of the cabin instead of the bed.“Dammit, Heath! Put me down!”“Nope!” “Where are you taking me?”“To my cabin. We’re not staying here.”“I’m naked.”“It’s 2 am. No one’s outsi…” His voice trailed off and his eyebrows slammed together in a frown. Spinning on his heel, he headed back in the direction they’d just come and deposited her gently to the floor.“Grab what you need,” Heath said. “We’ll get the rest in the morning.” She quickly pulled on her negligée, simply because it was on top. He wouldn’t even let her grab some shoes, again insisting on carrying her the few yards to his place. At his cabin, she had a quick look around. One big, open room and a bedroom toward the back. Her focus zeroed in on the large four-poster bed. Heath didn’t disappoint her because that’s exactly where he headed,
“Wake up, sweet sleepyhead!” Rowena groaned, pulling the covers over her head against the too-cheerful sound. The litany of incoherent mutters that grumbled through her buried lips became a shriek as the covers flew away and cold air doused her naked skin. Before the comforter and blanket could hit the floor, she was bounding out of the bed.“What the hell…” Heath stopped the words in her throat with a breath-stealing kiss. By the time he let her up for air, she was nowhere close to cold.“Oh… That was mean… pure evil…” Rowena buried her face in the center of his chest and took a deep breath. Dirty tricks aside, there was something entirely pleasant about waking up with this man to warm her.“I thought you were a morning person.” Glancing over his shoulder, she took in the nice, big numbers on the bedside clock.“That requires more than three hours of sleep, Dr. Lovejoy.”“Oh, sorry, Miss Killian. I couldn’t let you sleep the day away.
A bolt of lightning ripped open the sky, and the rain poured. They were soaked in minutes, puddles of water collecting in the seats and floorboards of his SUV when they finally made it there. Even as the day darkened and the rain came down, the air around them thickened with humidity… and tension. Rowena’s words hung between them. It was difficult to breathe against the band tightening his chest. He was so far out on a limb here that it wasn’t even funny. Heath didn’t want to return to reality, either. He’d done what she asked… He cured her sexual inhibitions and showed her there was absolutely nothing wrong with her sex drive. And now the thought of her sharing those moments with another man, of him touching her skin, kissing her mouth, sliding home deep inside her bod
They drove back late that afternoon, stopping for a quick bite at a roadside place along the way. Rowena knew their weekend was coming to an end, but she didn’t expect the veneer of peacefulness she had wrapped around herself, thin though it might have been, to break almost the minute they walked through Heath’s front door. The abbreviated tour of his place, punctuated by stolen kisses and a brief bout of groping in the kitchen, came to an abrupt end in the back hallway when Rowena’s heel crunched on shards of broken glass.“Baby, call 911, then get next door.” Heath shoved his cell into her hand as he thrust Rowena unceremoniously out the door. She couldn’t decide whether to be pissed or scared because he hadn’t joined her.&nb
‘A wild ride...’ Rowena turned her focus back to the paper in her hand and continued reading… or trying to.“‘Susan from Seattle is on the line. Let’s find that spark in your love life.’”“‘Dr. Lovejoy, how can I make a man commit? I’ve been dating the same guy for three years now, the sex is fantastic, we practically live together, but he will not propose.’”“‘Susan, I can honestly say this is the question women ask me the most. There’s a simple answer, but unfortunately, no one likes to hear it. Men who want to commit do, the ones who don’t… well, they won’t. There isn’t anything you can do or say. What you need out of the relationship is something he can’t or won’t give you. Get out
Heath walked into his house, his stomach still rocking and rolling from that horrible encounter with his father. Steven was such a bastard but he was able to protect the woman who started to mean the world to him. The old bastard asked for 100k… Heath gave him the check so… Rowena’s identity would remain anonymous. It was over… He’d taken his father’s word. He hated to do it but didn’t have much choice. Aside from killing the man where he stood, something Heath wasn’t willing to do, much as he was tempted, he could never be certain.“Rowena? Baby girl, I’m here…” He called gently through the house. It was late, almost two in the morning, and if she had fallen asleep, Heath didn’t want to wake her.