Page 4 of Just One Promise (The Carter Brothers 3)
We make our way up the deck and into the house, as soon as we’re clear, both of our hands are all over each other. Stripping one another out of our clothes, nothing compares to feeling her bare breasts rub against my naked torso.
Grabbing the back of Audrey’s thighs, I pick her up, taking the stairs two at a time. Our night is only getting started.
6
Audrey
Slowly waking up, I know I’m not at the hotel I rented for the week. I’m in Heath’s bed, lying on my stomach and completely bare under the sheets. The tenderness between my legs solidifies that last night was one of those that go down in history as the best night ever.
Moving to get out of bed, my eyes find not one, not two, but three condom wrappers littered on the floor by my feet. I’m not that girl, the one that randomly goes home with a guy she just met. This was the first time ever in fact, and I’m not sure what to do now. Do I get dressed and sneak out the door? Do I get dressed and see if he’s even home? I’m at a loss of what to do.
I run my fingers through my hair, attempting to finger comb the knots out of it. When that doesn’t work, I wrap my hair around itself on top of my head, pulling it up and into to a makeshift bun.
Not knowing what else to do, I find my dress on the floor, it’s wrinkled to no end. Dropping the sheet I have wrapped around my body, I pull it over my head and search for my panties.
When I notice them hanging off of the chair he has beside his bed in tatters, it reminds me just what we did last night. I feel my skin heat with warmth. With one last glance around soaking in every memory that was made last night, how Heath took me up against the wall, on all fours with his body wrapped around mine, and the last time when I was on my back, his hips between mine, our eyes never leaving one another’s.
I think that’s what is making this morning so difficult, we didn’t make any promises to one another, but Heath not being in bed when I woke up this morning speaks volumes. At least to me it does.
Walking down the stairs, I take everything in. His home really is gorgeous, clean lines, with white wood shiplap. He has pictures hanging of different sunrises and sunsets, almost as if he’s traveled from one coast to the other to capture them.
Making it downstairs and to the sliding glass door, I’m stopped in my tracks. Heath is standing on the deck, wetsuit half off and hanging loosely around his hips, hip to the railing, with a cup of coffee in his hand.
I guess I’m going to have to face him now. With one last breath. I walk outside, he hears the door open, and his head whips around.
“Uh, I’ll um. Just be going now,” I say before he can get a word out.
“Come here, Audrey,” Heath demands.
I shuffle my feet slowly to him, worried about what he’s going to say. When I’m within his reach, Heath’s hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me into his body. His back is now against the railing, legs spread, and I’m standing between them.
One of his hands are kneading the swell of my hip, the other is wrapped around the nape of my neck. Heath’s mouth lands on mine and everything I thought was going to happen this morning obliterates to ashes.
Every. Single. Thought.
My mouth opens on a sigh when he nips at my bottom lip, something he did so much last night, I won’t ever forget it. Not for the rest of my years.
7
Heath
The way Audrey tastes, the way she feels, I didn’t want to get up this morning. But after so many years rising early to catch the waves, my body is like a live wire. I knew Audrey was wore out from last night and there was no way I wanted to wake her up. A part of me wanted to take her as she slowly woke up, but after three times last night. I knew she needed a break.
Hell, she didn’t move a muscle when I slid out of bed, it brought a smile to my face knowing I thoroughly wore her out.
Breaking apart our kiss, even though I really want to know what she has on beneath her dress, my guess would be nothing, considering I remember her panties being in my way of her pussy, and ripping them to shreds.
“You sore, Baby,” I murmur once our kiss comes to an end.
“A little,” she admits. I’d eat her right here and now to soothe her pain, but something tells me we need to talk first, I didn’t like the leeriness she had on her face when she walked out here.
