That reality was the one thing she couldn’t deny, couldn’t get out of her mind.
So when her fathers suggested that perhaps it was time to move him into town and out of her bedroom, she didn’t argue.
But she did fear the move would speed his departure from her life for good—something that would surely please the males of her family, but left her feeling unbalanced and confused.
“Well, here you go,” she said, dropping his duffle on the luggage stand just inside the room’s closet.
She’d driven him to a hotel on the outskirts of Leavenworth, stood by while he checked in and then helped carry his bag to the room. Although the Bavarian Inn was closer to her clinic, it was also where Ritchie worked—not a good idea to put Javier under the same roof as the man who shot him.
He eased into the room and let the door close behind him.
“I guess I should go.” She had no further reason to stay other than a desperate longing to remain.
His gaze held hers. “You guess?” He moved closer, making her take a few steps backward, farther into the room.
Her heart rate sped, and she fluttered her hand toward the bed. “I mean, you probably want to rest.”
He shook his head, dropped his crutch and closed the space between them. He didn’t even wince as he put weight on his casted leg. “I slept well last night. More rest is the last thing I...want.”
The backs of her knees collided with the edge of the king-sized bed. “What...what do you want?”
“You.” He reached up and cupped her nape, pulled her forward, and his lips covered hers for a breath-stealing kiss that made her skin tingle from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She had to grab hold of his thickly muscled arms to keep from falling as her knees threatened to give way.
When he at last pulled back, he murmured against her mouth, “What do you want, Heidi?”
No question in her mind what she wanted. She fisted his shirt, jerking it from his shorts. “You.”
With a sexy chuckle, he spun her around and fell backward onto the bed, pulling her down over him.
“I am all yours.”
Heidi straddled him as she yanked his shirt off over his head and then bent down for another hard, lust-filled kiss. Their tongues dueled, breaths mingled, and he drank in her moan of pleasure even as he tore at her clothes. In seconds, her blouse and bra were gone. Her sandals dropped to the floor, and his hands were shoving her panties down with the cotton skirt she wore. She continued to kiss him, caress the incredibly hard, rippled planes of his chest and abs, his biceps and shoulders.
God, he smelled wonderful—wild musk, all natural, all male. She buried her nose against his neck and inhaled deeply, wanting to imprint his scent on her brain.
His flesh was smooth dark silk over iron. His kisses, moist and hot, promised ecstasy to come. Her pussy grew slick with anticipation as she clawed at the zipper to his khaki shorts. With an impatient growl that made her giggle, he nudged her hands away to complete the task, freeing an impressive erection. She reached for his cock, but before she could take time to enjoy the feel of him, he lifted her with both hands and slid into her to the hilt with one incredibly hard stroke.
“Oh, God,” she gasped on an inadequate gust of air. He filled her like she’d never been filled. Thick, solid heat penetrated her to the core, and she trembled with erotic ecstasy. She swore if he moved an inch she’d spontaneously combust.
“Chata, tu cuerpo se siente tan bueno.”
“What?” She looked into his eyes. The dark lust she witnessed made breathing impossible. No man had ever gazed at her the way Javier did in that moment, as if she were the one thing he needed to survive.
He shook his head, lifted her by the hips only to pull her down harder than before, drawing a gasp from her. In a hard voice, he demanded, “Ride me.”
His words were all she needed to let go of the last bit of her self-imposed restraint. She rose up and thrust down, taking him balls deep, making herself cry out at the pleasure-pain of his length striking her so deep.
“Again,” he growled.
She rose up and bounced down onto him, grinding against his groin, taking all of him again and again as heat spread through her, her orgasm building faster than ever before.
“Yesss...” His fingers dug into her skin.
“I don’t...want to...hurt you,” she said amid pants of exertion, though she didn’t slow her pace. She wasn’t sure she was capable of stopping now. The sexy slap, slap, slap of her ass against his thighs pushed her, made her hotter, made her muscles clench around his thick cock.
“You won’t.” He slid his palms up her sides to cup and squeeze her breasts, thumbing her tightened nipples. “Don’t stop.” His hips thrust beneath her in powerful contrast to her downward motions, and she groaned.
“That’s it, chata. Harder.” He popped her on the ass and squeezed her butt cheek, making her shout in surprise, before he drew her head down with his other hand to claim her mouth once more.
Her heart raced, her muscles burned, and damp heat simmered inside her until at last she burst with a climax so strong her body shuddered from its impact. She screamed into his mouth as she rode him hard through the explosive orgasm, gripping his shoulders to keep from flying away on a cloud of ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
He wrapped his strong arms around her like unbreakable steel, buried his face in her hair and held her tight as he pulsed inside her, groaning low and long as he too joined her in paradise.
“Wow.”
Heidi’s panted exclamation pulled a groan from Javier, even as his heart tried to hammer out of his chest. Slowly he eased his hold around her and ran his hands over the soft flesh of her back.
“Mmm. That feels good,” she murmured as she snuggled into him, resting her face in the crook of his neck and winding her arms around his shoulders.
She felt good. More than good. Almost...perfect. Never had he had a woman take all he had to give.
She was not afraid of his wilder needs. When he told her to give him more, she had without question, without hesitation. Even Isabela-No, he would not think of his wife while in bed with another woman. It was disrespectful to them both. He could only conclude that Heidi’s acceptance of him and his sexual demand was due to the shifter blood running through her veins. Although she might not be able to shift, she was just a little bit wild herself.
The thought made him smile.
She sighed, a sound of pure contentment. Her feather-soft hair tickled his cheek and chin. Her sweet scent filled his senses. Her slick pussy, still surrounding his softening cock, fluttered every now and then, and he vowed it would not be long until he filled her again.
“How’s your leg?” Heidi asked, her voice soft and a little sleepy.
Truthfully, it ached some, but he would not admit this to her. He didn’t want her to move. He was healing well and would be ready to leave within forty-eight hours, in his estimation. With a non-committal sound, he ran his hands up her back, into her hair, and lifted her head. “Kiss me.”
She did, without hesitation, her tongue slipping between his lips to stroke his. Her cunt spasmed around him, and his cock jumped. When she laughed into his mouth, there was no way to keep in his smile of pleasure. Perhaps he’d needed this respite from the hunt, the chase, the mission that had consumed him for the past two years. He was not finished, and as soon as he could drive he would leave Leavenworth, leave Heidi. Until then, he would drown himself in her and let her heal his wounds. All of them.