Arrogant Heir (The Heirs #2) - Michelle Heard Page 0,66
of love I feel for him.
Loving Jase is the best thing I’ve ever done.
JASE
I manage to stay in control. Then Mila looks at me with so much relief right before she kisses the ever-loving shit out of me.
And all my good intentions crumble like a house of cards.
My hands drop to her waist, and lifting her off me, I push her back onto the bed until she’s lying beneath me. The kiss grows desperate and hot, and it burns me up until I feel feverish with want for her.
I finally get to express my love for Mila, and it’s wild and all-consuming. My hand finds the snap of her bra, and I unhook it. Pulling the lace from her body, I throw it to the side.
For a second, I break the kiss, and gripping the fabric at the back of my neck, I yank my shirt off and drop it next to us. I’m careful as I lower myself to Mila so I won’t put pressure on her ribs, and I let out a moan when I feel her soft skin against my chest.
My cock turns to steel in a matter of seconds, and for the first time, I pull away from a girl.
Not just a girl.
I’m breathless as I say, “We have to stop. I don’t want to push you.”
Mila looks up at me with her eyes dark with lust, her lips parted as breaths rush over them, and it’s fucking erotic.
God, now is not the time to test my self-control.
“You’re not pushing me,” she says. Her hands tighten their grip on the back of my neck. “I want this.”
And then my fucking traitorous eyes drop to her breasts.
Christ.
My cock swells impossibly hard, and it doesn’t help that my gaze drinks in every inch of her skin over her taut stomach.
Mila’s fucking breathtaking.
When I bring my eyes back to her face, and I see the need etched into her gorgeous features, the little restraint I’ve managed to regain vanishes into thin air.
My body melts back against Mila, and my mouth greedily finds hers. I drown in the taste of her as my hand covers her breast. Feeling her nipple against my palm sends ripples of pleasure racing down my spine.
Our tongues battle for control, and then a moan drifts into me from Mila.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Her hands move down the length of my back, and her touch is electric, sending my heartbeat into overdrive.
When her fingers dig into my ass, more pleasure shudders through me. My hand glides down her body, her skin so fucking soft, I can’t get enough of touching her.
I pause at the band of her sweatpants, but then Mila breathes into me, “Don’t stop.” And it’s the only permission I need.
My hand slips under the fabric, and I palm her lace-covered pussy.
And I swear fireworks explode behind my eyes. Everything is brighter. Color so fucking vibrant fills every part of my life.
Separating our mouths, my eyes lock with Mila’s, and the words are on the tip of my tongue, but it doesn’t feel right saying them in the heat of the moment.
I shift the lace aside, and when my fingers brush over her clit, Mila’s lashes lower over her eyes, and she gasps for air. I’m so fucking focused on her reaction to my touch as I push a finger inside her the whole fucking world could go to hell, and I wouldn’t notice.
MILA
Oh, my God.
There are no words to describe the sensations Jase is making me feel.
Being with him, in this intimate moment, is overwhelming, addictive… it’s everything and so much more.
I get to explore every muscle. Every hard dip and swell of his body.
Jase moves my panties to the side, and when his fingers brush over my flesh, my stomach free-falls into nirvana. Slowly, he pushes a finger inside me, and the moment is so intense, I struggle to breathe. I’m left gasping as Jase brings me to a state of ecstasy I never knew existed.
I’ve made myself orgasm before, but it’s nothing compared to the sensations I’m experiencing right now, and I haven’t even reached my release yet.
“Fuck, Mila,” Jase breathes. His mouth claims mine while his fingers work their magic between my legs.
I feel a tightening in my abdomen, and it’s the only warning I get before my body shudders beneath him. He instantly breaks the kiss, and his eyes are on fire as he watches me orgasm.