Arrogant Heir (The Heirs #2) - Michelle Heard Page 0,71

V that curves down from Jase’s hips and disappears into his boxers.

His tongue sweeps through my mouth, lashing at mine with hard strokes. It makes my abdomen tighten, and my stomach explodes into a million stars, all burning for him.

Jase begins to pull at my shirt, and I help him get it over my head. He unsnaps my bra, and then he crawls over me, his hands dropping to my sweatpants. He grips the fabric and my panties and then slowly draws them down my legs.

His eyes drift over my body, and watching the desire grow on his face gives me the courage to climb to my knees.

“Lie down.” Jase’s eyes fly to mine, but he does as I ask.

Taking hold of his boxers, I pull them down, and only when I discard the fabric on the floor do I allow myself to look at him.

This man is so… stunning. Every inch of Jase is perfect.

I straddle his thighs, and leaning down, I press a kiss to his right nipple. My mouth explores every hard plane, and my tongue joins as I reach his hips, following the curve of them down to his cock.

Jase’s muscles tighten, and he reaches for my hair, moving it to the side. “You’re killing me.”

I glance up at him before I bring my gaze down to his cock, and then I wrap my fingers around his length. I revel in the feel of muscle and skin.

“Fucking wrecking me,” he groans.

I begin to stroke his length, and when his hands grab the covers, I tighten my hold around him. My eyes go back to his face, and the heated look etched on his features has me increasing my pace.

Having Jase at my mercy is a powerful feeling.

“Fuck, babe,” he grinds out, and his hips begin to thrust into my hand. “Christ, harder.”

I tighten my grip on him as hard as I can, and wanting him to orgasm so badly, I lower my head and suck him into my mouth.

“Fucking…” he gasps as his hips lift off the bed, every muscle in his body unyielding and tense.

Jase jerks against me, and then I taste him on the back of my tongue. Not knowing what else to do, I swallow as fast as I can. He slumps back against the bed, gasping for air.

I press a kiss to his abs and then stare down at him, feeling proud of my first hand and blow job combo.

A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “You swallowed me?”

I nod, admitting, “I didn’t know what else to do.”

Jase darts up and pushes me onto my back, and then his tongue dives into my mouth, and he licks me as if he’s trying to taste himself.

Holy shit.

I knew he was wild, but damn, I never knew just how hot-blooded.

He begins to move down, his mouth burning a path over my breasts and stomach as if he’s starving, and I’m his only sustenance.

By the time his shoulders spread my legs, my body feels like a crashing wave tossed around by the tide that is Jase Reyes.

His mouth latches onto my clit, and the sensation is so intense, I buck off the bed, my mouth open in a silent moan.

Jase doesn’t relent, his teeth and tongue demanding my body give him every drop of my release. The orgasm spasms through me, and I lose all control.

A breath manages to explode from me as rapture seizes me.

Jase laps at me as I come down from my release, and then he crawls up my body and crashes his mouth against mine.

And I get to taste the intoxicating mixture of us.

JASE

Naked, we crawl under the covers, and I pull Mila against my chest, admitting, “Totally blew my mind, babe.”

“Thought I’d repay the favor and give you a little taste of what it feels like to be me,” she sasses me.

“Yeah?” I love how brave she’s becoming, not holding back what she thinks or feels. “You can repay the favor any time.”

“Mmh… so greedy,” she murmurs as she snuggles into me.

“You love my demanding ass,” I remind her.

“Yeah, I do.” She lifts her head, and her eyes glide over my face. “I love you, Jase. It’s only been you.”

“You know,” I say as I wrap my one arm under my head, “I always thought you were picky, and that’s why you didn’t date.”

“And in the meantime, it was all because of you,” she chuckles.

“Since you were fifteen?” I still can’t believe I never picked up on it.