Page 3 of Just One Promise (The Carter Brothers 3)
I feel one of his hands on my hip, the other on my bare thigh. My head tilts back on his shoulder. The feel of his calloused fingers slowly gliding up the inside of my leg has me burning up from the inside out.
“Heath,” I moan out, knowing he can’t possibly hear me, but needing him to know I’m moaning just for him.
When he finds the lace edge of my panties, I rock my hips to get him right where I need his fingers the most. Heath’s mouth is on my neck, licking a path until he gets to the shell of my ear.
Heath’s fingers gathers the wetness that is dripping out of my center, his thumb travels to my clit.
“All of this is for me, isn’t it?” he demands. He’s not wrong. Words aren’t coming to me, I nod my head vigorously, not wanting him to stop.
“Fuck yeah, it is,” he makes slow circles on my clit, then I feel a finger work its way inside my channel. My hips have a mind of their own, they thrust up to meet his hand.
Dancing with him, kissing him, Heath’s been lighting a fire deep inside me all night, and I’m about to explode.
I tilt my head up, needing his lips to keep the scream that is longing to come out. Thank goodness he acknowledges what I need, his mouth meets mine, our tongues dueling in our own language.
When he adds another finger, pushing in as I’m thrusting up, my orgasm overtakes me. My body is shivering from what he just gave me, yet it’s already yearning for more.
Heath turns my body around, his hands cup my neck and he kisses me again, out here on a busy dance floor. Anybody could have watched what he just did to my body, but right now with the two of us kissing, the bar and its patrons melt away.
“Come home with me,” Heath says when his lips leave mine.
“Okay,” I respond. We make our way back through the front entrance, I’m taking a chance with Heath. I’ve never once thought I would meet someone and have this instant feeling that’s deep in my soul. It’s like the stars aligned and have led me right to him.
“You okay?” he questions as we walk towards his place.
“I’m perfect,” Heath has his arm around the nape of my neck, holding me tightly to him.
“Good,” his smile brings out his dimple and I melt deeper into his body.
5
Heath
Damn, this woman walking beside me. She fell apart in my arms, so beautifully and all consuming.
It’s about a twenty-minute walk to my place, all of it being walked on the beach. Audrey’s shoes are off, dangling between her fingers. Every now and then she’ll walk towards the water, laughing as the ocean licks at her calves. I stand and wait for her, a smile on my own face.
The shit part, she’s not from around here. Who’s to say how long she’s even here. It put a damper in my mind on if I should pursue her or not. That thought quickly disappeared though, I know she’s worth it.
“Heath,” her voice is breathless when she comes out of the water, back towards me.
“Yeah Audrey,” we’re only minutes away from my place now, thank god. I need to feel her wrapped around me, all her beauty and having it all for me.
“Tonight…it’s incredibly perfect,” her teeth bite at her bottom lip. I want to take it again and again, if we start right now, we’ll never make it to my place. And I need to see her spread out on my bed, the thought of it alone isn’t enough.
“You have no idea,” I murmur. She wraps her arm around my waist and we continue on.
“You live on the beach?” she finally asks.
“Just up ahead, the third one on the right. The one without a pool,” my house didn’t come with a pool like Rome and Mason’s. The deck is what made it worth it for me, plus the outside shower. There’s nothing better than coming off of the waves, grabbing a shower and not trekking sand inside your home.
“It’s breathtaking,” I look at it from her point of view, to me it’s just a house. One I’m proud I could buy on my own, but still it’s just a house. Anyone could build or buy one, it doesn’t have the feel of a home. Something I knew it was lacking when I bought it. Being in the real estate industry I knew it was a good investment and locked in on it when the market was down.
It’s a three-story home, the main living area is on the bottom floor, the master bedroom on the third story, and the second story holds the two spare bedrooms.
You can see the lighted path that I installed on the wood deck that leads to the house. My surfboards are still sitting out from this morning. Yeah, it’s a house, but I’m suddenly feeling like I want to see it as a home.
