Heath (Wild Boys After Dark, #2)

“You’re so fucking hot. So fucking wet.”


He buried his tongue in her mouth again. She couldn’t breathe, still trying to recover from the orgasm that hadn’t yet fully eased. He breathed air into her lungs, and when he withdrew his fingers from inside her, she whimpered with need.

He stroked himself through his briefs, once, twice, along his hard length, making her salivate for it. For him. His eyes narrowed as he met her gaze.

“Fuck, Ally. That was incredibly sexy.”

He stroked himself again, then came down over her and kissed her softly. It was a kiss of lovers, not strangers, and she found herself getting lost in it. In him. He smelled of leather, spice, and sex, and she rocked into him again, needing more of him.

He bit her lower lip and pulled gently as their mouths parted. Then he dragged the finger that had been inside her over the tender spot. Her scent, her taste, lingered on her lips. When his tongue swept over the same path, she nearly came again from the dirtiness of it all. Her mind was foggy with desire, and when he slid the tie from around his neck and looked down at her, she had a fleeting thought that maybe she should be scared. He might choke her. She didn’t even know his last name, after all. But she wasn’t scared. She was fucking turned on.

“May I?” he asked.

She trapped her lower lip between her teeth and nodded, having no idea what he was thinking.

He smiled. “Have you done this before?”

“No, but I haven’t been to Coney Island or a zoo either, and I know I’d love them.”

“You just got impossibly sexier.” He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm, then ran his tongue up the center.

She shivered as he wrapped the silk around her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Okay?” he asked in a tender tone riding on restrained desire.

She nodded again, unable to find her voice. She’d never been tied up before, but she’d thought about it. A lot. He lifted her hand over her head and then reached for the other, raising his brows in question.

Her mouth went dry as she nodded. The kindness of ensuring her agreement and his careful movements, partnered with the kinky desires, made him all the more alluring as he wound the silk around her other wrist and bound them together. His breathing came harder as he placed her bound hands on the pillow above her head, then sealed his lips over hers again. She lifted her hands, wanting to touch him, and he pushed them gently down to the bed and pulled away from the kiss.

Come back.

“Want it off?” He eyed her bound wrists.

“No,” she whispered. “I just wanted to touch you.” The desire in her voice was so thick she could practically taste it.

“Oh, you will. Trust me, you will.”

He slithered down her body. His big hands cupped her breasts as he tasted the cleavage between, and groaned. It was a guttural, sexy groan that sent shivers through her body and a rise of goose bumps over her skin.

“You have incredibly gorgeous breasts.”

Ally closed her eyes, soaking in the sensuality in his voice. He unhooked the front clasp of her bra and pushed the cups aside, then lowered his mouth and teased her taut nipple. Her body vibrated with need, building, burning inside her. The ache for more was too great. She couldn’t stop the plea from coming.

“Suck it,” she urged.

He groaned as he sucked first one nipple—hard—then the other, moving between them in the same glorious rhythm as his cock pressing against her sex.

“Yes, harder.” She arched against his mouth as he grazed her nipple with his teeth. Her entire body pulsed with fire as he took her over the edge again.

Before she came down from the orgasm, he kissed his way down her belly and tore off her panties. He used his mouth, prolonging her pleasure and leading her to another incredible climax.

Straddling her hips, he took her in a rough kiss that sent every nerve ending to the surface. The taste of her was still fresh on his mouth as he cupped her cheeks and touched his forehead to hers.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he whispered.

“Yes. Do it.” She couldn’t wait to taste him.

He reached for the bindings on her wrists, and she shocked herself when she said, “Leave them.”

His eyes widened, then narrowed as he stepped from the bed and stripped off his boxers. His cock was thicker than she’d imagined, long and beautiful. He came up on the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms.

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