Arrogant Heir (The Heirs #2) - Michelle Heard Page 0,22

she can feel my cock growing hard because her eyes snap up to mine.

Right now, I’m itching to drag her back to the suite so we can fuck this… whatever this electric feeling between us is… out of our systems.

But I know the instant we get naked, our friendship will be over. Mila knows it too, and that’s why she’s been doing her best to keep me at a distance.

If only I had the self-control she has. It would make this so much easier.

I want Mila in a way I’ve never wanted another woman. I want to touch her, taste her, and make her mine.

Again, dickhead, if shit goes sideways, then you won’t have her in your life at all.

With my mind running circles around Mila, my movements grow more seductive.

Yeah, my mind is definitely not the one in charge at this moment.

Ever since I admitted the truth to myself, I’ve been overwhelmed by the need to be close to her.

My hands are on a mission of their own as they brush up and down her back before slipping over her hips and following the natural curve to her ass.

My palms drink in the feel of her perfect ass, and I tug her as close to me as I can. A breath of air rushes from Mila, and then her hands slip behind my neck as her eyes drift shut.

She fucking loves my hands on her.

Fuck.

Heat sizzles up my spine, and it cuts all access to common sense as desire takes over.

My right hand brushes back up, over her hip and waist, until I reach her ribs. I tighten my hold on her, my fingers reveling in feeling how feminine her curves are. Tentatively my thumb brushes under the curve of her breast, and when her lips part, it sends my heartbeat into overdrive.

I keep stroking the swell of her breast, wishing we were in the privacy of my room so I could strip her naked and fuck her.

Fuck. I’m going to shoot my load right here on the dance floor.

Images of Mila naked, her legs spread wide while I pound into her wet pussy, bombard me. My lust is fueled by thoughts of my teeth closing around her nipple while I suck a moan out of her.

Fuck. Calm down, Jase.

A tremble ripples through Mila’s body, and it echoes into mine. Her eyes open, and when I see heat radiating from them, it takes every ounce of strength I have to not throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of here.

Christ, I want to kiss and fuck her until I’m so deep inside her, she won’t be able to get me out. This last week has been absolute hell. I missed flirting with her. I missed hearing her sass me.

My other hand joins the torture fest, my fingers digging into her ass as I grind my aching cock against her.

I fucking missed you, babe.

She inhales sharply, her eyes becoming hooded with lust.

Lowering my head, my mouth skims over her jaw until I can feel the warmth of her breaths fanning over my ear. It sends goosebumps spreading over my body at the speed of light.

My new favorite feeling in the world – Mila’s breath on my ear.

My cock weeps to be buried inside her. My fingers itch to rip her clothes off. My fucking body wants hers more than it’s next breath.

My hand on her ribs inch a little higher, and then my thumb brushes over her hard nipple. Our breaths grow faster, and it makes me let go of her ass so I can lift my hand to her jaw. My thumb grazes over her bottom lip, and immediately her tongue darts out.

“Fuck,” I groan, almost in pain from wanting her. “You’re killing me.”

I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, and all it will take is a nudge from Mila to send me over.

Her teeth scrape against my thumb, and the edge dangerously begins to give way beneath my feet.

“Fuck this. We’re going home right now,” I growl.

‘Don’t move too fast. You first need to talk to her,’ my mind whispers.

‘I don’t fucking care! I want her now,’ my body rages.

My jaw brushes against hers as I bring my mouth closer to her lips.

I don’t fucking care anymore.

I want Mila.

I need Mila.

Someone bumps into us, and it knocks me back to my senses. In a daze, I turn to whoever it was.

“Jase, why are you making me wait?” Jessica’s hands take hold of my jaw, and