Instead of simply setting her on the ground, he threw her into the middle of the bed. A fit of giggles threatened to overtake her, but then she looked up at Seth, who had already toed off his shoes and was now pulling the belt from his pants. His eyes showed no humor at all. They were completely glazed with lust and something else—love. Yes, that was what was different. His whole face, eager with raw desire, also glowed with an affection she hadn’t seen before. Maybe she just hadn’t been looking hard enough. It was definitely there, and she imagined it mirrored her own expression.
“Take off the dress.” His low tone vibrated through her thighs as he unfastened his pants.
God, what his commands did to her. Besides increasing her arousal to astronomic heights, it pleased her to obey. She scrambled to her knees and slipped the dress over her head before tossing it to the ground.
Seth took in her near-naked body with a hungry stare. He stepped toward her and with one hand, unhooked the front clasp of her bra, letting out a pleased groan as her br**sts spilled from captivity. He bent to nibble at one, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking it to attention. He repeated his ardor on the other breast, her soft moans seeming to stir him on.
Too soon, he pulled away. His eyes still fixed on her, he lifted his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, leaving both in a heap on her floor.
Heather’s mouth watered at the sight of his erection straining against his boxer briefs, the tip peeking out above the band. She watched, enraptured, as he rubbed his hand up and down his bulge before removing his underwear. Then there was his na**d cock. Her eyes widened with eagerness.
But she didn’t have long to gaze at his bounty before he was directing her again. “On your hands and knees.”
She complied, sticking her fanny up in the air. Maybe he didn’t have it in mind to spank her but she wanted to give him the signal that she did.
He chuckled. “Such a tease.”
She peered back at him over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes. “It’s not a tease if I plan to let you have it.”
“If you let me have it? Don’t you mean, if I let you have it?”
“Whichever.” She circled her butt in front of him, eager for his touch. “Just have at it already!”
The weight of the bed depressed as he climbed up to his knees behind her, pulled down her thong, and threw it aside. Then he placed his hands on her rump, sending electric sparks directly to her pu**y. Warmth spread through her body as he kneaded his fingers deeply into her tight muscles—who knew that an ass could get so tense? She relaxed under his touch, moaning as he continued his massage.
His first strike came without warning followed by another round of massage. The sting of pain followed by the intense pleasure drove her mad. She was so wet she wouldn’t be surprised if she were dripping.
The next hit was on the other cheek. She gasped as he struck her, and he echoed her with a groan. This time, his massage took him past the curve of her ass to the place she wanted him most. She bucked into his hand as he slid several fingers into her hole at once. There, there. That was what she needed. More, though. Much more.
She rocked back and forth, trying to manipulate his stroke to ease her need—a need that could only be fulfilled with his cock. So focused on his attention to her pu**y, she wasn’t prepared when his other hand struck her rear again. The combination of two erotic zones being pleasured/pained at once was almost too much to handle. She felt herself climbing that wall, nearing the top where she’d fall over into cataclysmic orgasm.
Then he stretched his thumb up to rub at her clit. He struck her rear again, and over she went. White light streaked across her vision as her entire body exploded, her arms and legs shaking with the force of her release. No longer able to hold her weight, she collapsed on the bed.
Her vision hadn’t returned before Seth flipped her over and settled between her spread thighs. Anchoring his fingers in her hair, he entered her with a solid thrust.
Still numb, Heather felt the gathering tightness in her belly. God, she couldn’t come again. Not yet. But he nudged her thighs back, angling her so that he touched a spot—the spot—that drove her crazy. Soon the tightness was spreading and Seth’s strokes deepened and his hands pulled tighter in her hair and everywhere her nerves were alight.
He captured her lips for a probing kiss, then pulled back. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and met his.
“I love you, Heather Wainwright.” His words were strained and spaced between thrusts. “No matter what happens. Everything I’ve done since I’ve met you has been for you.”
She blinked, her eyes growing heavy with her orgasm just at bay. Though she couldn’t fully comprehend his meaning, she could feel the intensity. Could feel the importance.
“Did you hear me?” he grunted, and she could tell he was close to release.
“Yes,” she managed.
“Good.” His tempo increased and it was only a handful of thrusts before she was clenching around him and he followed with his own release.
Seth rolled off her and gathered her into his arms. He showered kisses on her face as their breathing returned to normal. It was sweet—the kind of adoration she had realized was not really her style. But in his embrace, it felt wonderful. Maybe she had just needed to find the right guy. And that was Seth—the right guy in every way.
She lifted her face to meet his eyes. So many things she could say to him, so many ways she could say them. She wouldn’t mind if she spent forever trying to say it all.
For now, she turned her body into his and said the words that seemed most appropriate for the moment. “Again, please.”
Seth lost count of how many orgasms passed between the two of them before they finally settled, worn out, in each other’s arms. It was the first time that their f**king had been something deeper. It had been making love. He winced at the term. She’d turned him into such a big ass pu**y. And he didn’t even care.
The night would have been perfect if there still wasn’t that one last brick in the wall between them—his brick. His lie. He’d wanted to tell her, again had tried. But she’d confessed her love and he was lost. Lost in his own love for her.
He pulled her tighter to him, clutching to her.
She snuggled into his body. “What time are you on set tomorrow?” Heather’s voice was weary, her eyes already closed.
He stroked his hand through her hair. “Ten. You?”
“Eleven. Will you stay here tonight?”