Page 52 of Heir

Kai seemed to come alive in my arms then.

He crashed his lips against mine in a brutal kiss, and I moaned against him, kissing him back.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes and clutched him tighter.

He nipped at my bottom lip until I opened my mouth, and we groaned at the same time when his tongue glided against mine.

His hand shifted down my body, starting from my shoulders, down to my breasts, where he cupped them with both hands.

He molded them, playing with them before squeezing roughly.

I cried into his mouth and one of his hands went further south.

His fingers skimmed along the hem of my shirt before he pulled it up and off me.

He leaned back when he threw the shirt on the floor and admired my bare skin on display, his eyes coming to a stop at my bra-clad breasts.

“Fuck me, pretty girl.”

I resisted the urge to cover myself. I kept my hands by my side while he looked his fill.

My gaze moved down to his crotch area, where he was tenting his jeans.

Fuck, but if this was how he looked with jeans on…

I swallowed.

I had no doubt he was bigger than average.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told me, coming closer.

His hand moved around me, and he unhooked my bra. I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt it loosen around me.

“I-I’m not.”

He shot me a look that told me he knew I was lying, but thankfully he didn’t call me out on it.

He took the fabric away and let it drop by my feet. My nipples pebbled from the cold air and his heated gaze.

“Fuck, but you are even more perfect than I imagined.”

“Do you, uh, imagine me a lot?”

“Just in every one of my fucking waking moments since you walked through the door of the bar.”

My cheeks heated, and I looked down at our feet, mine in Converse and his in black sneakers. His feet were probably twice the size of my own.

I looked up in surprise when he traced a finger around my nipple.

“Fucking perfect,” he said.

My chest moved up and down with every hard breath that I took, and he pinched my nipple.

“Kai,” I moaned.

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

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