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  As he covered her clit with his mouth, groaning his appreciation for her sweet, salty heat, Heath was shocked to realize how much he anticipated her orgasm. The rush of knowing he was about to make her come was dizzying. It was an amazing thing, this sense of connection that went beyond mere fucking.

  It was something else…something he couldn’t take time to analyze when her pussy needed to be licked clean.

  Slowly, with long sure strokes, he began to clean her swollen folds.

  “Heath, oh God,” she cried out, her thighs shaking as he took his attention away from her clit and began sliding up and down her pussy, darting into her wet heat, tracing every fold except the lines that led back to where he knew she wanted him to go.

  “You taste so fucking good, Bella,” he murmured against her skin, spreading her even wider so he could tunnel inside of her, fucking her with his tongue even as he carefully avoided that tiny, tender nub that he knew would send her over the edge.

  “Please,” she begged, hands buried in his hair, tugging him toward her even as her toes traveled up to find his crotch, rubbing against the throbbing length of his cock, now almost numb with the wonderful agony of postponed gratification.

  Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite numb enough.

  “You have to stop.” He reached down to capture her foot in his hand before she made him come in his pants.

  “Please, Heath. It’s too much, it hurts.” She panted beneath him, her body vibrating with the strength of her need.

  “I never want to hurt you.” He meant every word.

  He reached up to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples even as he slowly dropped his head back between her thighs, intent on making up for his mistake. He was a fucking idiot, always taking things too far. But now he would make it better, he’d make her come—screaming his name.

  Tenderly, he closed his mouth over her clit, circling her with his tongue again and again, rolling her nipples in his hands in time with his tongue until he felt her start to bow beneath him and heard her gasp as she started to come. He swiftly transferred one hand down to join his mouth, plunging three fingers into her pussy, wanting her to be filled with him, dying to feel her contractions, even if it couldn’t be with his cock.

  She inhaled sharply as he penetrated her, but continued to buck into his mouth, heels digging into the mattress beneath her. She was tight on his hand, so Heath pulled back to two fingers, coaxing out her first orgasm until she collapsed onto the bed gasping for breath.

  Gently he worked in and out of her pulsing sheath, hoping he hadn’t taken things too far, too fast. He didn’t want to hurt her, or do anything to lessen the effect of what he planned to do next.

  When she continued to lift into his mouth though the waves of her first orgasm seemed to be fading, Heath figured he was good to go. He started to hum into her, letting the vibration join in with the light pressure of his tongue. Almost imperceptibly, he felt her tense again and increased his pressure, swirling hungrily against her, faster and faster, until she screamed out her second orgasm, clutching his face tight to her pussy.

  He laughed and pressed closer to her salty wetness, amazed at how this woman who hadn’t even wanted him to travel south a few minutes ago was now pressing him as close as two people could get without sharing the same skin.

  Ah, the miracle of a fantastic orgasm.

  “Are you laughing at me?” she asked as her body relaxed and her hands left the tangles of his hair.

  “Never.” He smiled and lifted his head to gaze at her flushed, sated face.

  When she smiled back, he felt a strange sensation clutch at his chest and deep down in his balls. The ball clenching he could explain since he was still hard enough to break china, but the heart clenching was a different matter, one he wasn’t quite ready to explore at the moment.

  At least not until he got some of the blood flowing back toward his brain.

  “That was unbelievable.” Despite the smile, Bella still looked awestruck.

  Heath’s heart lurched again when her eyes met his. Those blue eyes seemed to see straight through to the soul he hadn’t always been sure he possessed. He felt his signature grin slip from his face, and was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss her. He never kissed after he had gone down on a woman. Most women thought it was gross, and he was experienced enough to know it wasn’t wise to gross out a woman before he’d gotten his rocks off.

  Still, he was almost willing to risk it to have a taste of those lips, to melt into Bella’s sweet mouth, close his eyes and disappear for a second into the warm aura that surrounded his beautiful girl.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered as if she’d read his mind, and God help him, he couldn’t do anything but obey.

  Their kiss was sweeter this time, but even more passionate. Her mouth was softer, freer beneath his own, and he could feel the emotion that simmered beneath each stroke of her tongue. It was so good, so perfect, enough to break his heart and heal it all at the same time.

  “I’m sorry.” He pulled away, getting a tight rein on his emotions. This was ridiculous. He must be working too hard. He wasn’t a kid getting his first hand job, for God’s sakes, he didn’t have to get emotional about an amazing fuck.

  “About what?” Bella asked.

  “The taste, most women don’t like it.” He started to roll away from her, needing a second away from her addictive skin, but she locked her legs around his back and lifted her hips to press against his erection.

  “Did you like it?” she asked.

  “I fucking love it.” He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to grind against her mound or unzip his pants and bury himself inside of her as fast as humanly possible. He wasn’t going to take things that far, not yet anyway, not until he knew he could have his cake and eat it too.

  “I loved it too,” she said, reaching down between their bodies to slowly drag down the zipper of his pants.

  The sound alone was almost enough to break him.

  “Bella, I don’t think we should—”

  “Take off your clothes,” she ordered, pushing him away and rolling to her side.

  She crawled toward the pillows at the top of the bed, giving him an excellent view of her still wet and swollen pussy. It made him want to leap upon her and fuck her like an animal, fast and hungry, with his teeth scraping at the sensitive skin of her neck.

  “Bella, I can’t do this much longer.” He pulled back to stand at the edge of the bed and swallowed hard. His cock throbbed painfully, tenting his khaki pants, pointing toward Bella like a divining rod.

  “Come on, Heath, you have to give me a chance to see if you’re right.” She picked up the bowl and brought it up between her full breasts, dragging her finger through the fudge and licking it clean with a swirl of her tongue.

  “About what?” he managed to ask before his capacity for speech left him.

  His eyes honed in on that pink swirling tongue and his aching balls pleaded for release. He had hoped that she would want to return the favor, but now that he was faced with the offer he hesitated again.

  Would he be able to stop himself? Could he be satisfied with her mouth on him or would he want to pull away and bury himself inside her, taking this to a place that he knew wasn’t wise?

  If they took this to the next level, he wouldn’t be able to walk away from Bella. Whether she agreed to be his partner or not, he would be addicted to her body and miserable if he couldn’t have her in his bed. He’d never let himself get to that point with a woman, and he wasn’t about to start now. Not with a woman who had given new meaning to the word “hermit.”

  He had to calm down; he had to be smart.

  “Come on.” Bella patted the bed beside her. “I want to see if my fudge tastes as good on your cock.”

  Oh God help him.

  “Yes ma’am,” he said, knowing he had no choice but to obey.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Bella

  Bella had never felt more alive. Her entire body was hu
mming. She could breathe better, see better, smell better.

  The entire world was alive and throbbing with a vitality she had never noticed before. Her sense of touch was unbelievably sensitized, every nerve ending tingling with the aftermath of the magic Heath had worked on her body.

  Each warm breath against her thighs, every stroke of his tongue¸ had set off a hundred different sensations, driving her toward an ecstasy she hadn’t imagined possible. Now she was going to return the favor, and send the man who had just shucked his clothes in record time and bounded onto the pillows beside her soaring.

  He had been amazingly generous, but even if he hadn’t been, the sight of his sculpted, golden skin spread out along her bedspread would have made her mouth water. She wanted to taste him, torture him, drive him crazy with desire before she finally blew his mind the same way he had blown hers.

  Now…if she only had the slightest idea how to set about doing that.

  Just touch him, already. You have to start somewhere.

  Heath’s eyes closed and his Adam’s apple jumped as she laid a tentative hand on his long, thick shaft.

  It was so much softer than she’d thought it would be, velvety-smooth flesh stretched over all that hard need. She let her touch play over its length from base to tip, instinctively smoothing the pearl of liquid at the tip around the head again and again. From the way he groaned and the jump of his cock in her hand, she was on the right track. Now if she could figure out what to do with her mouth, she’d be in business.

  Come on, Bella, it can’t be that difficult. It’s only a cock.

  Only a cock, right. Only her first cock—ever.

  No, she couldn’t think about that or she would never work up the nerve to take the lead. She was just going to have to trust her instincts and concentrate on enjoying every second she spent in bed with this man.

  Gingerly, she smoothed a bit of fudge onto his shaft. Then she settled between his thighs, bracing herself on his strong, furry legs before she licked slowly, firmly, up the heat of him.

  “You are so beautiful,” he repeated for the third or fourth time as he looked down at her.

  Some might say he was redundant, but Bella knew she’d never get tired of hearing him say those words, or of seeing that look in his eyes. It was the strangest mix of fear, longing, hunger, and awe, and it made her feel like the sexiest creature on earth.

  His hands cupped her face and she turned to press a quick kiss into the center of his palm before she resumed her teasing licks up and down his shaft, around and around the head, and repeat, repeat, repeat.

  Yum. She’d never imagined that doing this to a man would be so arousing.

  He tasted amazing, smelled of pure male energy, and he was right about the peppermint. It did add something to the experience and she knew firsthand the slight tingle the peppermint oil had caused between her thighs.

  “Oh God, Bella, take me in your mouth, please.” Heath’s hands trembled on the sides of her face, but he made no move to pull her closer. Just as he had taken control when he was between her thighs, now he gave her the control freely, making her drunk with more sexual power than she quite knew what to do with.

  “How do you want me to do it?” she asked, seeking the direction she needed.

  There was no way he would guess the truth. Thirty-year-old virgins weren’t the norm anywhere in the Kingdom, not by a long shot. Besides, her pride wasn’t overly invested in proving her skills as a temptress. She just wanted to do this right, wanted to transport him to the same mind-blowing state of nirvana she’d just experienced.

  “Open your lips, just a little bit,” he said, his breath catching when she did. “Now take me inside, slowly.”

  She did as he asked, letting his cock press into her mouth, keeping her lips only slightly open, giving him friction as each inch slid inside. When she was as full of him as she could manage, she brought her hands to the rest of his length, squeezing lightly. Bella took a quick glance up into his face, into eyes that were deliciously tortured with a pleasure she now completely understood.

  “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked, beginning to lift his hips up and down.

  Bella tried not to smile as she let his erection slide in and out of her mouth, starting to suckle as his gentle thrusts became quicker. She experimented with pulling him even deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat so she could devour more of him, wishing she could take even more, wondering what he would taste like when he came.

  Her nipples tightened painfully as he thrust faster. She ached between her legs, already wanting more of him, the pleasure she was giving him arousing her nearly as much as when he’d tortured her with his tongue.

  “I’m going to come, Bella, I’m going to come.”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, suckling harder, taking him deeper even as her jaw began to ache.

  “No, wait—God!” He pulled her away from his cock and moved his hands to her breasts, pressing her mounds together. He barely had time to slide his erection between them before he came in one long shuddering burst onto her chest.

  “I wanted to taste you,” she said, staring at the oddly erotic sight of his cum on her breasts.

  “You what?” He lifted shocked eyes to meet her own.

  “I wanted to taste—”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought you said. Bella, I am smitten with you.” He looked heart-stoppingly serious until a crooked smile twitched at the edge of his lips.

  “I think you’re smitten with sex,” Bella said, blushing.

  What they had shared had been amazing, beyond amazing, but the truth remained that he was practically a stranger. She was in bed with a naked stranger after having just licked peppermint fudge off of the naked stranger’s cock.

  It was nuts. This wasn’t her, and no matter how fabulous it had felt to play the temptress, now she was starting to feel out of her element.

  “Don’t go.” He pulled her back into his arms and she fell onto his chest. His cum smeared across their skin.

  “Mr. Miller, I think we should get cleaned up.” She tried to pull away again, even though it felt amazing to have her body pressed tight to all his warm, bare skin. So good, in fact, that she wanted to snuggle up and stay awhile despite the stickiness on her breasts.

  “I’m Mr. Miller again?” Heath asked, his expression unlike any she’d seen thus far.

  There was no humor, no passion, just a stark, empty second when he seemed to shut down. A pained look swirled in the depths of his eyes before he roared back to life like someone had hit his restart button.

  “Great. Perfect. I’m Mr. Miller and you’re Ms. Quinn and there’s business to discuss. Let’s get to it. I always think better after a blowjob.” He rolled off the bed and hopped to his feet, striding across the room to the sink where he started the water and used one of her kitchen towels to swipe at his chest.

  “Blowjob,” Bella repeated softly to herself. The way he’d said it made her feel uncertain about what they’d done for the first time.

  She hadn’t felt ashamed before, though she’d never done anything one-tenth as sexually daring in her life. What they’d done had been so wonderful, so sweet and honest. It had felt perfectly right to be with Heath. It wasn’t as if she thought she loved him or he loved her, but there had been a spirit of mutual respect and tenderness…

  At least that’s what she’d thought.

  “You want this, Ms. Quinn?” Heath asked, turning from the sink with a rakish smile. “Cum can be worse than fudge, you better wipe that off your tits before you have to scrape it off.”

  “My tits?” Her throat threatened to close up as Heath threw the towel, and it landed on her knee with a soft smack.

  “What? You don’t like tits? Would breasts be better?” He shot her a condescending look, a look that said she was a naïve virgin who didn’t have the brains to realize that whether he called them tits or breasts didn’t make a bit of a difference. His attitude would be the same.

  And his
attitude was not at all what she’d felt when he had been treasuring her tits in his hands. Not at all the same attitude he’d seemed to have when he’d knelt between her thighs and worshipped her pussy like it was his new religion.

  She might still technically be a virgin after what they’d done to each other, but she was by no means naïve or feeling inclined to put up with any more terrible after the year she’d just had.

  Somewhere inside of her, Bella felt something break.

  His cocky little sneer was the proverbial last straw, the very, very last.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Bella

  “Get out of my house.” Bella swiped the cum from her chest before throwing the towel to the ground and walking completely nude to the door.

  She couldn’t care less about her state of dress—or undress. She had a son of a bitch to get out of her cottage.

  “Why?” Heath propped his hands on his hips, not budging from the sink, or making any move to cover himself. Their nude battle of the wills would have been funny if Bella weren’t so angry and hurt.

  “You know why. Don’t play dumb, Mr. Miller, it doesn’t suit you.” Holding her head high, she whipped open the door and gestured out into the now dark night.

  Cold autumn air rushed in, making every hair on her body stand on end and her nipples pucker painfully, but she refused to shiver. She would not acknowledge any stimulus except the infuriating man who still glared at her from across the room as if he were the one who had grounds for righteous indignation.

  She wanted to slap him, hard, an instinct that was frightening considering she had never hit anyone in her life.

  “It doesn’t suit you either, Ms. Quinn,” he countered, finally going to the bed and retrieving the silk boxer shorts he had dropped to the floor.

  “I won’t even pretend to know or care what you’re talking about. Just get your clothes on and get out. Or don’t get your clothes and get out, I don’t care either way.”

  “It’s obvious you don’t care. As soon as you’re done with me, you expect me to act like nothing happened. You’ll have to forgive me if that’s a little difficult.” Heath’s cheeks flushed red as he struggled into his boxers, the black fabric looking fabulous against his golden skin.