A Home for my Heart (Matters of the Heart #3)

by Velvet Reed

  “Come on. Let’s get upstairs,” Sam suggests. He closes the car door and locks it before wrapping his arm around me and leading me to the elevator. Unfortunately, the other couple’s still waiting, so it looks like we’ll be riding up together.

  After a few seconds the elevator dings to announce its arrival and when the doors slide open, we all step in. Sam presses the button for the seventh floor and pulls me into the back corner.

  “Same floor,” the other guy says as the doors close, and they move into the other corner.

  I feel Sam’s hand glide from my waist to my backside and he squeezes, causing me to jump a little in surprise. I look up at him and he winks at me. He rarely shows his playful side and I absolutely love it. Deciding to play along with him I give his side a quick squeeze with the hand I have wrapped around him and to my utter shock he practically convulses out of my grasp as he squeals. My eyes go wide and I throw my hand to my mouth, trying to muffle the giggles that have erupted at his reaction. The couple beside us, however, cannot restrain themselves and laugh out loud at Sam’s outburst.

  I’m biting my lip still trying to quell my laughter while Sam tries to compose himself and regain some dignity. He turns to me and narrows his eyes before leaning down and whispering, “You think that’s funny? You’re gonna pay for that, Ash.”

  His words are playful but his tone has a slight edge to it and I shiver involuntarily as his breath caresses the side of my face. He licks the shell of my ear and nips my ear lobe and I jump again. Delicious heat shoots like an arrow straight through my body to my aching core and I clench my thighs together. I need friction. I need relief. I need… something.

  The elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open once more. The other couple gets out first and the girl turns back with a cheeky smile. “Have a great night,” she giggles, before turning back around. I shake my head with a smile and make it two steps out of the elevator before I suddenly find myself airborne.

  “Sam!” I shriek and close my eyes as my limbs flail about, until I’m settled over what I know is his muscled shoulder and he’s striding with determination down the hall. Opening my eyes, I’m gifted with the delectable sight of Sam’s tight, jean clad ass, and just to rile him up a bit more, I grab hold of both ass cheeks.

  We move past apartment seven zero two, where the other couple continues to laugh at our display. When they no longer have a view of Sam’s front I move my hands from his ass around his body until I come into contact with a very hard and impressive bulge. Sam’s body flinches as I cup his erection with both hands, but he continues walking. “You made me squeal like a little girl, Ash, so now I’m going to have to regain some of my male pride and show you exactly how much of a man I can be,” he growls.

  Excitement ripples through me and as he stops outside his door, I give his cock a gentle squeeze. “Show me,” I whisper.

  Taking his keys out of his pocket he unlocks the door and moves into the darkness of his apartment. With a click the room fills with light and slowly but surely my body is sliding backwards over his shoulder until my feet finally touch the floor. His hands are on my waist again, while mine lay carelessly over his shoulders and we stare into each other’s eyes.

  I know Sam isn’t one to openly express his feelings. I know he struggles with that so much, but it’s when he lets his guard down completely that his beautiful green eyes convey so many emotions it can be overwhelming.

  “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he confesses.

  “Probably about as long as I’ve waited,” I reply, because, honestly, I’ve wanted this man since the first time I laid eyes on him.

  His expression grows even more serious as he stares down at me. His gaze roams from my eyes to my lips and it’s like he’s taking in every little detail of my face. “You’re so damn beautiful, Ashley.”

  I melt. I feel every part of my body liquefy as his words infiltrate my heart and soul. “Sam,” I breathe, because it’s really all I can get out.

  His right hand moves up to my face and I press my cheek into his palm, sighing deeply at the soft caress as my eyes flutter closed. His touch is tender and my body responds with sensual ripples of arousal traveling from my cheek all the way down to my toes. Without waiting a second longer, he releases my face and bends to pick me up again, and then hurries to his bedroom.

  When he places me back on my feet and moves to turn on a light, I take in my surroundings since this is the first time I’ve actually been in here. His bedroom is the same as the rest of his apartment… devoid of character. The bedhead is black leather and his bedspread is white. The rest of the furniture is black as well, apart from the silver bedside lamps. Sam needs some color and warmth in his living space.

  Turning back, I find him staring at me. His features are schooled and unreadable, but then he wiggles his eyebrows up and down, and his lips quirk in a salacious grin. Without giving me time to react, he’s on me. Strong arms circle around my waist and lift me off the floor as his tongue works its magic exploring my mouth. My fingers grip his biceps as adrenaline surges through my body, heating my blood and causing desire to pool heavy in my belly.

  Skilled fingers make quick work of removing my clothes and now with our kiss broken and my body on display completely, he stands there gazing at me in mute contemplation. Squirming uncomfortably, I lower my eyes and make a move to cover myself.

  “Don’t!” he exclaims, making me jump a little. “Don’t you dare interrupt my view,” he continues, his voice low and husky.

  I chance a glance up at him. His pupils are dilated, his nostrils flaring as he swallows and takes a ragged breath. I stand there paralyzed under his heated gaze. No man has ever looked at me like this before.

  “So unbelievably perfect in every way,” he murmurs as he closes the small gap between us and his hands find my body once more.

  Our lips find their way back to each other while his hands explore and mine begin shedding his body of the clothes restricting my access to his skin. As the kiss deepens I’m vaguely aware of the fact that we’re moving, and then I’m being lowered until my back comes in contact with the cushiony softness of his mattress.

  He straightens and makes quick work of removing the rest of his clothes and as his erection springs free from his boxer briefs, my heart skips a beat. Sam’s cock is impressive. I wouldn’t go all romance novel ’oh my God, he’s HUGE’, but he sure is packing more than the other two guys I’ve been with.

  A soft chuckle has my attention averted from his penis to his laughing eyes. “Anyone would think you haven’t seen a dick before, Ash.” He snickers and I blush slightly again. Jesus, I’m turning into Gracie. His grin dims and his eyes narrow. “You’ve seen a dick before, right?” he asks incredulously.

  Biting my lip, I giggle because once again he’s misreading the situation. “Of course I have,” I reply and he relaxes slightly. “I was just kind of stunned because you’re more impressive than the other two guys I’ve been with.”

  Sam gets a smug grin on his face as he looks down at his cock proudly on display. “He is pretty awesome,” he states, and as if just taking in everything I’ve said, he asks “Wait, you’ve only been with two guys?”

  Seriously! I can’t believe he’s getting distracted like this. “Yes, Sam. I’ve only been with two guys. Now would you like to discuss each of them in detail or can we get back to what we were doing?” My tone oozes with sarcasm as I try to cover the threatening bout of insecurity due to my lack of experience.

  Reaching into his bedside table he produces a condom that he places on the bed before climbing on and straddling me. He takes both my hands in his and places them above my head, holding me captive beneath him. “It doesn’t matter how many guys you’ve been with, Beautiful, because they’re all going to be a distant memory once I get through with you,” he murmurs against my lips before searing them with a scorching kiss.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m writhing and moaning as Sam licks, kis
ses and sucks my body relentlessly. He works his way from my mouth, down my neck and torso with tantalizing skill until I peer down and find a half smile on his face as he looks at my pussy. He lowers his head and I’m gasping out my pleasure when his tongue makes contact with my clit. My body quivers as the nipping, sucking and licking has my nerve endings sparking like an electric current. Then just when I think it can’t get any better, two long dexterous fingers plunge into me and rhythmically stroke the walls of my pussy.

  “Holy… Sam… Oh… Jesus.” My head rolls from side to side and I’m squeezing my eyes shut. My hands are fisted so tight in the bedspread I may just tear through the fabric, but I couldn’t care less because I’m crying out in unadulterated ecstasy as wave after wave of mind blowing release consumes me.

  I’m panting heavily when I open my eyes and find Sam rolling on the condom, before he positions himself above me. His lips glisten with the evidence of my orgasm but it doesn’t deter me as I pull him down and kiss him forcefully. He enters me with precision and starts moving with agonizing slowness. Each stroke he makes taunts me with the promise of another explosive release.

  Lifting my legs, I hook my ankles around his back and feel him sink in deeper. Sam moans and splutters, “Fuck,” as his thrusting picks up pace. “Damn, you feel good. So fucking tight, Ash… So tight.”

  I use my exemplary pelvic muscles and squeeze his cock. Squeeze, release, squeeze and release. “Fuckkk!” Sam curses again. Grabbing my hands, he moves them above my head but this time he laces our fingers together, then his tongue sweeps across my lips, demanding entry, so I open for him.

  My second orgasm hits, stealing my breath and breaking our kiss. I’m overcome by the sensual onslaught Sam is creating. Our gazes meet and his fingers tighten in mine. He thrusts into me two more times before his muscles clamp and he stills as he releases, my name a murmured whisper on his lips.

  We maintain eye contact for several long minutes, just staring at each other without speaking a word but breathing in a synchronized rhythm. I can’t think of anything to say while I’m lost here in the depths of his beautiful green eyes. I can’t even begin to put into words how profound and poignant this moment is. The only words that come to mind are… I love you. But there’s no way I can share that.

  Pressing his body into mine he dips his head and runs his nose along mine. He kisses my lips softly, then my forehead. “That was…” He stops and shakes his head, then kisses me yet again. It seems that he, too, is struggling for something to say, and I hope with all my heart that’s a good thing. “Amazing,” he supplies and shakes his head again.

  “Yeah, it was,” I whisper, because amazing is good, but now a whole host of other words spring to mind.

  “I’ll be back in a second,” Sam tells me before slowly pulling out, and heading for what I assume is the bathroom. I lay there on his big bed, smiling to myself with my eyes closed, as I take mental stock of my body. Lips swollen and thoroughly kissed, body still tingling with post coital bliss, a small throbbing ache in my core that I’ll no doubt feel for a few days since it’s been a while, but overall my whole body feels limp and extremely relaxed.

  “Looks like I’ve left you completely sated,” Sam comments as he pulls back the comforter and sheet, motioning for me to get in.

  “I don’t want to move,” I pout, causing Sam to laugh.

  “Come on, Beautiful, climb in and we’ll get some sleep. Just be prepared to be woken up for round two in a few hours.” He chuckles.

  With that I crawl up the bed and shuffle under the covers. The light flicks off, then Sam climbs right in behind me so we’re spooning, and he wraps his arm around me. His warm breath caresses my neck and he kisses me just behind my ear. Laying there in his bed and in his arms I feel safe and content. Our first time together was everything I imagined and so much more. Now I feel like Sam Evans is really mine.

  A shrill ringing shatters my happy thoughts. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sam groans in clear frustration. It’s the early hours of the morning so I’m immediately concerned that something must be wrong. He rolls out of bed and rummages around, finally locating his phone and answering it.

  I stay in bed with the sheet covering my very naked breasts, trying to decipher the one sided conversation I’m hearing that doesn’t make any sense until Sam says, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  He hangs up the phone and switches on the bedside lamp before he sits on the side of the bed. I eye him hopefully but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that he has to go back to the hospital. Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear he grimaces. “I’ve gotta go to work. The doctor on duty got a call that his father has had a heart attack. He’s an only child and his mother has already passed away so he has to go.”

  My heart goes out to the guy, but I don’t want Sam to leave. “I feel terrible for him, but you’ve had no sleep, and you were drinking at the club.”

  Sam gives a small smile. “The last thing I want to do is go to work right now. I only had a few beers and that was hours ago. They couldn’t get hold of anyone else so I’m it. It’s supposed to be my day off so as soon as the next shift comes in, I’ll be able to leave.” Leaning forward he kisses me. A slow, sensual kiss that could definitely build into something more but he pulls away. “Stay here and get some sleep. I’ll be back before you even wake up, okay?”

  I feel kind of weird staying in his apartment for the first time alone but I’m too tired to get up, and if I did go home Sam would have to take me, and he’d be late. “Okay, I’ll be waiting right here.”

  While Sam grabs a quick shower I throw on the button down shirt he was wearing earlier and head for the kitchen. By the time he comes out ready for work, I’ve managed to find my way around and make him a coffee. When he sees me standing there in his shirt holding a travel mug, he gifts me with his panty dropping smile and tugs me forward. “Now this is a sight I’d love to see before I head to work every morning,” he confesses and I just smile in return. “See you soon, Beautiful. Go keep my bed warm.” With one last kiss he’s out the door.

  After staring at the door for a few seconds I make my way back to his bedroom and take a minute to use the bathroom. Crawling back into bed I curl up, cuddling Sam’s pillow and inhaling his delicious scent. This wasn’t how I thought tonight would end, but I guess I better get used to it. After all, a doctor’s got to do what a doctor’s got to do.

  I can’t believe it! Ashley and I finally get to have sex and I get called into work. I guess I should be grateful that the call didn’t come through while I was having my way with her, but it’s taken us so long to get to this point, and when it finally happens, I end up having to leave her soft, sleepy and sated in my bed. Just my damn luck! I can’t even focus on my work because the image of her coming apart beneath me is at the forefront of my mind and all I want to do is experience it all over again.

  What makes matters worse is the fact that I couldn’t head home when the next shift started because when Lisa - the doctor who was due to take over came in - she was so sick with the flu that I had to send her back home and continue working. It’s now seven o’clock Saturday night and I’m still here. Thank God we’ve been able to call in a few replacements for tonight and tomorrow so I can at least have one day off before the week starts again.

  I spoke to Ash briefly this morning to tell her I wouldn’t be back and she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted to, but she told me she had things to do and would lock the door on her way out. I should probably look at giving her a spare key now that we’ve taken things to the next level. I guess that’s what couples do when they’re dating, not that I’d have any clue about that.

  Ash is the first woman I’ve ever wanted to keep around for more than a few weeks. She’s gorgeous and sassy and she doesn’t take any shit. Women usually try to do everything to make me happy, but that crap gets old pretty quick. I’m not used to a woman pushing all my buttons like Ashley does. She drives me crazy in eve
ry way possible and God damn it, it’s the biggest turn on. But then when we had sex last night and she told me she’d only been with two other guys, I was shocked as hell. She comes across so confident all the time, but there was a vulnerability to her that I’ve never seen before and it’s raised all these questions about those two guys and just how much experience she had with them. I mean, she’s never struck me as the kind of woman who just sleeps around, but at twenty-five years old, I would have thought there’d be more than two. Does that mean she was in serious relationships with these guys? And if so, how long has it been since she’s had sex? Because she hasn’t dated anyone in the time that I’ve known her, which is just over a year.

  “Excuse me, Doctor Evans.”

  I look up from the patient charts in front of me to find the new young nurse who works in the delivery rooms. I can’t remember her name but she’s pretty with her dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Four months ago, I would probably have thought about seeing her outside of work, but now as I take her in, she doesn’t appeal to me. Her hair isn’t the sunny flaxen color that shines in the sun like Ashley’s. She doesn’t have light blue eyes that draw you in with their clarity and make you want to drown in them. She doesn’t have lips so soft and luscious that beg to be kissed or a body with curves in all the right places that were made for a man to worship.

  “Ummmm, Doctor Evans?”

  The young nurse repeats my name, and I mentally shake myself for getting carried away in my fantasies of Ashley.

  “Sorry, what?” I ask and when I actually look at her I notice the bright crimson blush that covers her neck and cheeks. Shit! Does she think I was checking her out? Jesus, it probably looked that way. I chance a quick look at her name tag… Hannah. “Sorry Hannah, I was a million miles away. What’s up?” I try to play it cool and cover my ass. I need to put Ash, her body and sex out of my mind and concentrate.