Page 112 of The Heiress's First Date

“Leaving right after you got here. Leaving at all.”

He slides a hand up my back and sinks it into the hair at my nape. My body relaxes against his, and I let out a happy sigh. “You’re allowed to go on vacation, Wildfire.”

“I know, but?—”

“No buts.” He bends his knees so he can look me right in the eye. “I could get stuck in an elevator any day of the week. And it could’ve happened while you were in New York. No more guilt.”

He says that like it’s not his kryptonite. His worst nightmare. The monster in the shadows, always taunting him. “I hate that it happened at all, but especially when I was half a world away.”

And he’s right. Guilt burns through me like acid reflux.

“I missed you.” His grip tightens in my hair.

“I missed you, too,” I whisper.

“I missed doing this.” He slants his lips across mine.

I moan, my fingers squeezing his muscles, then loosening as I sink into our kiss. He tastes like coffee and smells like sin.

I missedthis,too. But I can’t say the words when he’s stealing all the oxygen from my lungs.

Clinging to his shoulders, I return kiss for kiss. Pouring everything I’m feeling into it. The longing, the relief, the happiness. I want to climb into his shirt and stay there, snuggled against him. I want to feel his heart beating against mine, crave the warmth of his skin. I want everything.

He nibbles his way down my jaw to the tender spot below my right ear. Chills ripple through me, not entirely unpleasant. He makes an appraising sound low in his throat like he understands just what he’s doing to me. How weak he’s making my knees.

And knowing King, he likes it.

He has a quiet competitive streak. It shows itself at the strangest times. Sometimes, he’s competing with himself, and sometimes it’s with others.

But until this moment, it didn’t occur to me that he might end up competing with Alex and Gabe. That this euphoric first week might turn into a dick-measuring contest.

Smart, Katherine. Real smart.

But as quickly as the thought forms, he chases it away with strategic kisses down my neck. And then I lose all thought when he sucks at my tender skin, ramping up my already accelerating need.

“King,” I whimper, not recognizing my own voice.

He lets out a dark chuckle and goes back to leaving his mark on me.

Holy smokes.

Electricity zaps through me, and my toes curl. He pulls me tighter to his hips, leaving nothing to the imagination. His cock grows, pressing against me, needing me as badly as I need him.

There’s a faintpingsound, which I ignore. We’re totally making out in the foyer of this incredible house, and I don’t even care if someone catches us.

I widen my stance, feeling lightheaded and wobbly. It’s all his fault. And again, he chuckles. Lifts his head. Stares at me with suddenly stormy eyes.

Then he lifts his wrist and glances at his watch. I hear the soft vibration as it buzzes against his skin.

“What is it?”

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Katherine lifts a curious brow.

The notification on my watch reads ‘abnormal heart rate.’

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