Heller's Girlfriend (6 page)

“That’s a problem?” he asked,
the amusement evident in his voice.

“That’s what I said! But I
didn’t mean it.
Of course
it’s a problem. A relationship has
to be based on more than just sex.” I looked at him in the
half-dark. “Right, I forgot who I was talking to there for a
minute.” He laughed softly. I sighed. “He’s not the only one
either. Daniel and Niq said that I never spend enough time with
them. And my parents say the same.
And
Dixie. There’s not
enough time in the world for me to nurture all my important
relationships.”

“I don’t see you enough
either.”

I groaned. “Oh, Heller! Not you
too.”

“I’m afraid so, my sweet.”

I had a cheeky thought. “You
could pay me to do nothing. Then I could be available all day for
everyone.”

He lay on his back, looking up
at the ceiling, his fingers laced together behind his head.
“Interesting proposition, Matilda. You’re saying that you want to
be my kept woman?”

“I guess,” I laughed. Frankly,
the concept was terrifying.

“I would expect a lot in return
for supporting such a decadently lazy lifestyle. Quite a lot
actually,” he drawled sexily, and leaned on his side again, rubbing
his index finger across my lips.

I playfully and gently bit his
finger, holding it between my teeth. He tried to pull it out, and I
clamped down harder. He sat up and moved over to sit on my legs,
his finger still caught in my teeth.

“You are being a very naughty
girl tonight, Matilda,” he said in a dangerously sensuous voice. I
grinned at him while still holding his finger securely in my teeth.
I was playing with fire, but I didn’t care. “I’m going to have to
teach you how wrong it is to bite people. And do you know the best
way of doing that?” He leaned down so close to my face that I could
feel his breath. I shook my head, making his hand shake also, a
thrill running through my body. “I am going to have to bite you in
return, very hard, to show you how much it hurts. Does that sound
fair?”

I shook my head frantically in
denial. His smile was particularly evil and expectant.

“But first I have to get you to
release my finger.”

He used his spare hand to tickle
me on the side of my waist, a very tender spot for me. I resisted
as long as I could, but it was no use. I had to open my mouth to
beg him to stop, not being able to take another moment of the
tickling. Once I released his finger, he showed me no mercy,
leaning down to push aside my hair.

“Should I bite you right here?”
And he rubbed his finger on a spot on my neck where my pulse
quickened. He leant down further to kiss me gently in that same
spot.

“No!” I screeched. “Please,
Heller. Not there! Everyone will see it!”

“Hmm,” he considered. “Matilda
doesn’t want me to bite her anywhere public. That leaves a number
of very enticing alternatives.”

His hand crept down my neck to
my chest, tugging at the bow that held my bikini top together. When
its loops slipped apart, he hooked a finger under one half of the
flimsy material and slid it aside to expose my left breast. He
cupped it gently.

“Should I bite you here?” he
asked, leaning down to lick and kiss me on the side of my breast. A
shiver of desire ran through me.

“No,” I protested faintly. “Will
would go ballistic if he saw a bite there.”

“Not there? What about here?”
And his hands slipped underneath me to squeeze and caress my butt.
“Lovely, juicy biting ground for me here.”

“No,” I insisted, my breathing
becoming a little uneven.

“Hmm,” he pondered again. “Only
one good spot left then.”

And he moved down my body,
pushing my legs apart, running his hands up my thighs from my
knees. He kissed me on my inner right thigh, disturbingly close to
my centre. I shook my head, suddenly not able to speak, producing
nothing but a muffled sound from deep in my throat. God, he was
such a sexy beast!

“Will I bite you here?” he
teased, his tongue languorously sliding up my thigh, leaving a
trail of tingling flesh in its wake. I groaned involuntarily and
clamped my hand over my mouth to stop any more.

I finally found my voice. “No.
Please.”

He sat up in pretend puzzlement.
“But Matilda, I’ve run out of options. What do you suggest?” And he
leaned back on my legs, waiting for my response.

“Don’t. Nowhere. Please don’t
bite me.” I didn’t want to beg any more than I had already.

He merely sat on my legs and
regarded me implacably.

“Please, Heller.”

Silence.

“
Please!
”

He heaved a huge melodramatic
sigh. He could be such a drama queen sometimes. “You’re very lucky
tonight, my sweet. I just can’t bear to spoil your beautiful skin
with an ugly bruise.”

He fell heavily back in the bed
next to me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I really hadn’t known
what he planned to do – he was very unpredictable.

But I still wasn’t safe.

He reached over and pulled me
close, kissing me hard. I was so aroused that my body responded
before my brain kicked into gear. Before long we were exchanging
deep tongue kisses, our bodies entwined, hands roaming each
other.

“Matilda, when are you going to
sleep with me?” he demanded in a hoarse voice, nuzzling my neck
with his lips, his long elegant fingers teasing my nipple. His
erection pressed urgently on my leg.

He untied the side bow of my
bikini bottom and slipped a finger into the material, pulling it
down.

I tried to protest, but he kept
my mouth occupied with his insistent kisses. And soon I lost the
ability to speak at all.

He slid his fingers down the
small line of curling hair I saved from my regular bikini waxing (I
called it my ‘landing strip’) and headed south. When he touched me
there
, I jolted with pleasure. His fingers gently stroked
and rubbed and pushed up inside me, knowledgeable and experienced.
He hit the right spot every time, as if he’d memorised a map of my
body. I think he might have even found a few new spots I’d never
suspected existed before.

Oh God!
It was
so
good! I wanted to shout about it. I wanted to write a song about
it. I wanted to make an announcement on TV about just how good it
was. If I died at that very moment, I would have a smile on my face
that no amount of death could remove. In fact, I would turn up at
the Pearly Gates with a smile so unremorsefully carnal that I’d
immediately be banished, for fear of corrupting the heavenly host.
I wanted every woman in the world to experience what I was
feeling.

But me first.

I arched my hips compliantly,
giving him the best angle and access. He took advantage, stroking
harder and doubling his rhythm. My eyes rolled so far back in my
head with exquisite pleasure that I thought they might even have
performed a 360-degree turn.

His fingers were everywhere; his
lips everywhere too, on my neck, my breasts, my lips. It was as if
there was three of him in bed with me.

I was helpless, a small part of
my brain trying to remind me of all the very sensible and valid
reasons why I shouldn’t sleep with him. It couldn’t compete against
the choir of bacchanalian brain cells shouting at me to, “
do it!
do it! do it!
”

When I came I screamed in bliss,
my body almost convulsing with wonderful aftergasms as he continued
rubbing me. I shivered under him, whimpering with happiness.

But not sparing me a moment to
draw even one relaxing breath, he shifted over on top of me and
pinned me down to the bed with his weight, holding my hands. Using
his knee, he pried my legs further apart until his hard-on strained
into me, only the thin material of his boxers keeping him from
taking me.

“Say yes, Matilda.” His blue
eyes burned into mine. “Say it now. I want you so badly. You’re
driving me insane.”

Soft and willing, I slid my hand
into his boxers, running my fingers up and down his hardness while
we kissed, making him groan softly. But my mind was still focussed
on what had just happened. “Oh God, Heller. Thank you. That was so
amazing!”

His white teeth flashed in the
moonlight. “I’ve been told that before by a
lot
of
women.”

It was entirely the wrong thing
to say.

What I didn’t need reminding
about at that important moment was his phone directory-sized list
of previous conquests. But what I
was
reminded of was my own
resolution not to sleep with him because of that. I withdrew my
hand from his boxers and pushed against him.

“No, Heller. Stop,” I gasped.
“You know it’s not a good idea.”

And just like that, he did,
rolling off me with a heavy sigh of exasperation. I didn’t know how
he mustered up the self-control, because heaven only knew that I
didn’t
want
him to stop. But the thought of him and all
those women, writhing together in ecstasy, was more than I could
bear. Maybe he even said the same things to them that he said to
me. How could I ever believe I was anything special to him?

And there was that warning from
Sid . . .

He shifted onto his side to look
at me, his breathing still a little laboured.

I took a deep breath myself and
quickly retied my bikini top and bottom. In a shaky voice, I sat up
and said, “I think I should leave.”

He tried to pull me down again,
but I resisted.

His tone was bewildered. “I
don’t understand. What did I do wrong, Matilda?”

I sighed. “It’s not what you
did, it’s what you said.”

“What did I say?” He sounded
genuinely perplexed.

“You mentioned all those other
women.”

“Oh.” Silence for a moment. “But
I thought women liked men being honest with them?”

Surprisingly, I almost laughed
at that. “They do. But when you’re trying to convince one woman to
have sex with you, you shouldn’t boast about all the other millions
of women you’ve slept with.”

“Now you’re just exaggerating.
It’s not millions. Just hundreds. Possibly even a thousand. I’ve
never bothered keeping score.”

I stared at him in the darkness,
stunned and a little sad. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“No, I don’t.” He sighed
impatiently, looking up at the ceiling. “There are so many rules
with you, Matilda. I’m used to meeting someone and having sex with
them. It’s usually simple and uncomplicated and everyone has a
great time. Nobody bothers about
rules
. So why must you have
all these rules?” He became snappish. “They’re pointless and
irritating.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,
Heller,” I said in a small voice, feeling like a sanctimonious
virgin. “But that’s just the way I feel.” All this only confirmed
to me once again that a relationship with him was out of the
question. He simply wasn’t interested in anything but sex. And I
wasn’t interested in being nothing but a good screw in his memory,
soon forgotten when he had the next good screw. And the next one.
And the next one. “I’m out of here.”

I rolled out of bed and almost
made it to the door before he swooped from behind and scooped me up
in his arms.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

I struggled, kicking my legs out
and pummelling his chest with my fists. “Put me down! Let me
go!”

He dumped me back on the bed. I
made a run for it, but his hand closed with an iron-tight grip on
wrist, holding me in place.

“Matilda,” he warned, and his
grip started to hurt. Sighing with disgruntled defeat, I flung
myself down on his bed again with bad grace. There was no point in
trying to outrun or escape him. He’d only pursue me ruthlessly
wherever I ran. I’d learned that the hard way.

“Now, listen,” he said more
gently, releasing my wrist and entwining his fingers with mine.
“I’m not disappointed. I’m just . . . frustrated. You’re a very
attractive young woman and I want to sleep with you.”

“But that’s all you want to do
with me, isn’t it?”

He was quiet for a moment, as if
choosing his words carefully. “No, that’s not all. I want to see
you every day, hear you laugh. I want to touch you and kiss you. I
want to hold you every night while we sleep. I like having you in
my life, Matilda. You’re very important to me – I’ve told you that
before.”

I slowly relaxed. Now he was
saying exactly the right words.

“I want you to stay with me
tonight, my sweet. I always sleep better when you’re here. Do you
believe me when I say that?”

I nodded.

“Will you stay?”

“Yes.” I trusted him completely
not to try it on again with me unless I asked him, but even so . .
. “I think I need to change out of this bikini first though. It
makes it too easy to access all my interesting bits.”

He laughed softly and padded to
his walk-in robe to fetch me one of his t-shirts and pair of
boxers. I peeled off my bikini and hurriedly changed in the
darkness, only too aware of the intensity of his eyes on me.

“Can you see anything?” I
demanded suspiciously.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“Of course not, my sweet.” A
smile was in his voice. “But I must say that those breasts that I
can’t see are very lovely indeed.”

“Heller!” I scolded, but to be
honest, I didn’t mind too much. God knows he wasn’t the first man
who’d ever seen my boobs.

“Why don’t you turn the light on
so I can see you better?”

I laughed. “Not going to
happen.”

“You’ve seen me.”

“Yes, but I didn’t know you were
going to be naked. That was an accident.”

“Was it?”

I paused pulling on the boxers,
shooting him a sharp glance in the darkness that I wasn’t sure he
would notice. “Wasn’t it?”

He merely laughed softly again
in response.