Heathcliff’s weight drove me back against the rock. His hands cupped my breasts, my ass, my cheeks, my hips. He explored with wild abandon, his hands everywhere at once, leaving me panting, breathless. My plastic cup of Champagne toppled over as I lay back on the blanket, splashing liquid over the blanket.I don’t care. Heathcliff’s hands are on my body.
“Mina,” he growled, his hands sliding underneath me, tugging the jersey dress up over my hips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
“Good.” Heathcliff pulled the dress up, yanked down my leggings, and dived between my legs.
Chapter Sixteen
Heathcliff didn’t waste time teasing me like Morrie did. His tongue found the perfect spot and he attacked it with all his wrath and fervor, wading in like some ancient warrior to render my body a helpless, quivering mess.
My back arched against the hard rock and tiny pinpricks of light penetrated the darkness – the stars twinkling in the night sky. A universe opening itself up to me as Heathcliff opened up my body, my heart.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and I was gone gone gone, tumbling wildly through the darkness, losing myself to the void of pleasure. My body shuddered as fire tore through my veins.
No sooner had a final shudder rolled through me then Heathcliff was back, cupping my cheek, pulling my face to his for another breathtaking kiss. He fumbled with his own clothing. Buttons pinged over the stones and plopped into the stream. I dug my fingers beneath Heathcliff’s shirt, pressing my palms against his chest. His heart beat beneath my touch, alive and unburdened.
He yanked my legs around his waist, pulled a condom from somewhere and rolled it on, and fell against me like a man possessed, his fingers clawing at my skin as he leaned me back against the rock and entered me in a single deep thrust.
Yes, yes!
When Heathcliff drove himself inside me, a sliver of blue light arced across my eyes. I should have been terrified, but instead, I realized it was beautiful. My own personal fireworks display to match the fire in my veins.
If not for his arms pinning me in place, his powerful thrusts would’ve sent me sailing off the back of the rock. To him, my body was the battlefield where he waged a war against his own conscience.
In the moment, I didn’t care, because his arms were around me and his cock was inside me and he felt so, so good.
The heat of our bodies clung to our skin, cocooning us in warmth against the frigid night. Heathcliff’s kisses trailed across my face. His hand held my body, while he thrust and thrust and thrust, abandoning what little decorum he possessed and giving in to the wild, possessive man I’d fallen in love with between the pages of a book.
Heathcliff moaned as he thrust into me, his voice deep and tight with lust and pain. I rose up to meet him, grinding my thighs to push him deeper, to take his pain and make it mine. His fingers dug into my thigh, an exquisite sting that sent me closer to the edge.
I came again with the night cool against my face and a crackle of neon blue light streaking across my vision. Fireworks exploded in my body and behind my eyes. With a bellow, Heathcliff came too, his muscles tensing and releasing as his cock quivered inside me, a lion roaring his defiance into the night.
For a moment, for a single glorious moment while the frigid air brushed my body and Heathcliff clasped me to him, I thought it would be okay that I went blind. Because even when I couldn’t see and crazy neon fireworks danced in my eyes, I could stillfeel. In Heathcliff’s hands, and Morrie’s hands, there wereso manygood things to feel.
And then the moment faded, and the chill bit my bones, and the blue light kept dancing and I couldn’t see the stars. I scrambled to pull on my dress and hide my face from Heathcliff, because even thoughIcouldn’t see, he might notice my tears and think they were because of him.
“Would you like to walk a while?” he asked, brushing dirt off my coat and winding my scarf around my neck. He picked up the rubbish from our picnic and slung the tote bag over his shoulder. “We could head through the wood to the fields, where it’s brighter.”
I wiped my face on the edge of my scarf. “I’d love that.”
We linked arms again, and I gave over my trust to Heathcliff, allowing him to lift me up the steep bank and lead me back along the path. With every step his body straightened, his muscles remembering how to duck and run and ramble.
I itched to say something about what just happened. I desperately needed to know what Heathcliff was thinking about him and me, and me and Morrie. But Heathcliff wasn’t Morrie. He didn’t talk things to death and consider all the angles. He didn’t have some grand scheme in mind. If I wanted to untangle Heathcliff, I’d have to parse his mind from the intelligible grunts he occasionally deemed to throw my way.
Further up the path, he diverged down another route, one that would carry us to the edge of the forest, where ramblers’ paths were built-up by the Council and villagers walked their dogs or rode bikes in the weekends. Soon, we weren’t walking on bare dirt and tree roots but a wooden boardwalk.
“Interesting,” Heathcliff said.
“What?” I asked, my breath coming out in a rush.Are we actually going to talk about what just happened?
But no.
“Some of these trees have been cut down,” Heathcliff said. “There’s an earthmover and some other equipment over there. It looks as if Gray Lachlan might have jumped the gun on starting work on clearing trees for his development.”
I was disappointed, but also interested. If the Lachlans had started to push ahead with groundworks on the second stage of the development, before the committee tossed back their application again… I wondered if the police knew about this.
The oppressive weight of the trees lifted once more, and I knew we’d come to the edge of the forest, where a great wildflower meadow gave way to farmland further down the valley. Solar lights on sticks dotted the edges, giving me a faint glimpse at the tall wildflowers that surrounded me.
