HEATH PACED. CURSED. He figured this much debate hadn’t gone into some battle plans, but a battle plan would have been easier than trying to figure out what to do about Anna.
Or better yet what to do with Anna.
If he went to her room, sex would happen. Then tomorrow he would leave—just as he’d done nine and a half years ago. That hadn’t turned out so well, what with all the crying and her brothers wanting to shovel him.
If he didn’t go to her room, sex wouldn’t happen. But then he would have to leave things unsettled between them—again—as he’d apparently done before.
He was screwed either way, so Heath decided he might as well go for it. He threw open the door and nearly smacked right into some idiot wearing a hoodie and an army-green vinyl poncho.
Except this was no idiot. It was Anna, and in addition to the garb, she was also carrying a blue sock.
She practically pushed him back into his room and shut the door. “Shhh,” she said. “Della and Stella’s book club is meeting tonight.”
He was still wrapping his mind around the fact that Anna was there, that she had come to him, and maybe that’s why Heath couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the book club or the poncho.
“There are six of them in the living room, and I had to sneak past them,” Anna added when he gave her a blank look.
When Heath kept that blank look, Anna pulled off the poncho, and he saw the hoodie. No pants. No shoes.
Just a pair of really tiny devil-red panties.
He was sure his blank look disappeared because his mouth dropped open. This was the best kind of surprise.
“I didn’t have a robe here at the ranch, and the plastic poncho felt sticky against my skin so I put on the hoodie,” she explained. Then she unzipped it.
No top. No bra. Just the Be My heart locket dangling between her breasts. Heath thought maybe his tongue was doing some dangling, too.
“And the sock?” he asked.
She smiled and emptied the contents onto the bed. Condoms. At least a dozen of them.
“I took them from Lucky’s bathroom,” Anna explained. She was still whispering, but it had a giddiness to it. “The poncho and hoodie didn’t have pockets so I put them in the sock. I only brought the normal-looking ones. Some had pictures on them and some were glow in the dark.” Anna looked at him. “Why would a man need that?”
Heath didn’t have a clue. He didn’t need any illumination to find anything on Anna’s body. His most vital organ agreed. In fact, it wanted to go on that particular search mission right now.
But there was a problem.
“You got my text saying I was leaving, right?” he asked.
She nodded. “Tomorrow. That’s why I didn’t want to wait until after the book club left. Sometimes they hang around until midnight if Della breaks out the tequila, and we don’t have much time.”
Not if they were planning on using all those condoms, they didn’t, but Heath had to make sure that Anna was sure. She stripped off the hoodie, and he was sure she was sure.
At least he wanted her to be.
He wanted that even more when she slipped into his arms and kissed him. Heath was stupid and weak so it took him a moment to break the kiss.
“Anna, I don’t want you hurt,” he said.
She frowned. “I think that ship’s sailed. I’ll be hurt, but I’ll get over it. And tonight you’ll give me some really good memories to help me get over it, right?”
Yeah.
Whether they had sex or not, Anna would be hurt. Or at least she would be sad to see him go. Ditto for him being sad to leave her. But at least this way they’d have new memories, and they didn’t need glow-in-the-dark condoms to do it.
Now that he had a clearly defined mission, Heath pulled her back to him to kiss her. One of those kisses that reached scorch level pretty darn fast. But Anna was aiming for fast, too, and not with just the kisses. She was already going after his zipper.
“We’re going to play that scale-of-one-to-ten game,” she insisted.
Maybe. But the way she was tugging at his zipper, it was possible she was also trying to finish this all way too fast. Tonight, he didn’t want the kissing game, and he didn’t want fast.
Heath stopped what she was doing by catching on to her wrists and putting her against the wall. He liked walls because it gave him some control...
Damn.
He had no control. Anna ground herself against him, sliding her leg up the outside of his so that the millimeter of red lace was right against his crotch. Apparently, the orgasm she’d had earlier in the barn hadn’t done anything to take the edge off because she was going for another one very quickly.
Again, Heath tried to slow things down. With her leg still cradling his, he turned her, intending to put her against the dresser, but he tripped over the poncho and fell onto the bed.
With Anna on top of him.
“Let’s play a game,” she said. Definitely not a virginal tone or look. “I’ll use just my tongue to find all your special spots. You don’t have to give it a number rating. Just a grunt for pleasure. A groan for find another special spot that’s more special.”
“Men only have one special spot,” he told her. Heath took her hand and put it over his sex.
She laughed. Not a humor kind of laugh but the sound of a woman who’d come to play. Or maybe give a little payback for the things he’d done to her in the tack room. Well, Heath wanted to play, too. After all, he had a nearly naked Anna straddling him, and her breasts were making his mouth water.
He managed a quick sample of her left nipple before she moved away. Anna didn’t waste any time. With her hand still on his special spot, she went in search of others. His earlobe.
He grunted, but Heath didn’t know if that was because, at the same time, she started lowering his zipper.
“That wasn’t a loud enough grunt,” she said and went after his neck.
Heath grunted. Again, mainly because she lowered the zipper, and when she did that, her breasts got closer to his mouth again. She didn’t grunt when he kissed her there, but she did make that silky sound of pleasure that Heath would never tire of hearing.
He would have kept on kissing her breasts, but apparently it was special-spot search time again because she scooted lower and ran her tongue over his own left nipple.
Oh, yeah. He grunted.
Grunted some more when she circled his navel with her tongue. All that tonguing and circling though didn’t stop her from getting his zipper all the way down, and as he had done to her earlier, she shimmied his jeans lower.
“You really do go commando,” she said.
“Yep—”
He might have added more. Something clever or at least coherent, but her hands were on him. The condom, too. Heath wasn’t sure when she’d opened one of the packets. Nor did he care. The woman had clever hands after all—
Hell.
He grunted loud enough to trigger an earthquake when she dropped down onto him. That’s when he figured out really, really fast that the panties were crotchless and that he was in her warm and tight special place all the way to the hilt.
“That’s not your tongue,” he said through the grunts.
“So, I cheated.”
The woman was evil. And damn good. Heath usually liked to be the alpha when it came to sex, but even more than that, he liked taking turns with Anna. Apparently, she was going to make the most of her turn, too. She had the whole ride ’em, cowgirl motion going on. So fast that Heath knew this would all end too soon.
Of course, sixteen hours was going to be too soon.
As if she’d read his mind, she slowed. Anna put her palm on his chest and, still moving against his erection, leaned down and kissed him.
“After this,” she said, “I want you all the way naked.”
Heath thought that was a stellar idea. He wanted those panties off her, too, even though they fell into the why bother category of women’s undergarments.
The locket whacked him in the face, but even that didn’t put a damper on the moment. Heath just pushed the locket aside, gathered her close and let his cowgirl screw his brains out.