Page 55 of Heir

I swallowed. Could I do it?

He looked at me expectantly.

I nodded, and he smiled, and I suddenly felt like the most powerful woman in the world to have earned that smile.

He leaned back.

“Play with your nipples for me, baby.”

I bit my lip and did as he asked, playing with my nipple and twisting it slightly with my fingers.

He groaned as he watched me for a while. And though I was feeling self-conscious, there was no doubt about the heat that moved through me.

I loved it when he watched.

It made me feel sexy, and my panties were drenched now with my arousal.

And my arousal only became more noticeable when Kai pulled off his shirt.

My mouth went dry as I gazed at all the skin he exposed, hard and colorful and beautiful.

He was so much bigger than I imagined—somehow, the shirt had made him look smaller than he was, and he hadn’t looked small with the shirt on.

A wave of apprehension hit me, along with heat. He was just…

Everywhere.

There was just so much of him everywhere. He looked like a professional linebacker with his broad shoulders and wide frame.

He was at least twice my size. He could so easily hurt me…

I shook away the thought.

I didn’t think Kai would, at least, not in the way I was imagining.

His muscles flexed as he moved, and I saw the King’s Men symbol on his right rib. On his left, slightly further down, was a black-and-red tattoo of two koi fish swimming circles around each other.

He was just so beautiful.

A huge sunflower took up his right shoulder, the stem and leaves coming down mid-bicep.

A long feather took up the forearm.

On his other arm were intricate black lines and symbols that covered his bicep and half of his forearm. I looked further down the arm, near the wrist. I blinked in surprise at the small inscription there.

Jude.

Who was Jude?

I reached for it, but he stopped me, pushing my hands back to my breast. One eyebrow rose, and I started to play with myself once more.

My legs rubbed together, trying to find more friction.

God, he was so beautiful, and I was wet from looking at him.

On his neck was that butterfly tattoo, and I thought it was my favorite of his.

My fingers twitched with the need to trace the outline.

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