Page 27 of The Heiress

“That’s right.” Lorde coils my hair around her hand as my lips move toward her slick heat. I don’t even know where to begin, so I let instinct guide me. My lips land at the crease of her thigh, then trail inward. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? Look at you. Kneeling between my legs with your dress half off and your underwear wet. If that’s not a bad girl, then I don’t know what is.”

Call me a bad girl one more time, Lorde. Make me earn it.

I look up for her approval as I press a kiss to her folds, then lick a slow stripe along her slit. Her taste is unreal—sweet and sharp and perfect. I’ve eaten out women before, but never like this. Never with this kind of hunger. Never with this kind of ache building in my own body. She’s already made me come with hertongue, and I’mstillfantasizing about what else she can do to me.

I’m not disappointed. She sings my praises with low groans and muttered curses, one hand fisting my hair and the other braced behind her on the bed. “Keep going,” she murmurs, voice rough with need. “You’re the hottest fucking woman to ever touch me like this.” She’s been imagining this since the day we met. Me, kneeling and eager, lips wet, tongue desperate for every drop of her. And now she has it. Hasme.

“That’s it, Daisy.” Lorde tugs harder on my hair as I find her clit and suck gently. Her hips twitch. Her thighs tremble. She’s soaked – her arousal slick on my tongue, and god, I want to drown in it. “Make me come, baby. I want your face buried in me when I lose it.”

She’s already so tense that I know it’s not going to take long. This will be her first orgasm in my presence, won’t it? I don’t doubt she’s spent considerable amounts of time thinking about me as she touches herself. How hard does she come when she’s fantasizing about me? I hope it’s as hard as she is about to come all over my face. I won’t accept anything less.

Besides, I need to make her come so hard that she’ll be satisfied for the rest of the night. Do it, Daisy. Make her know that you’re the hottest shit to ever eat her untilsheeats crow.

Sure enough, her thighs close in around my face. My lips become one with her pussy. She’s long stopped talking dirty. All Lorde can manage now is a few curses and groans that are a medley of sexual pleasure in my ears.

Those moans rise to the ceiling. I keep going, even as she starts to shake. Even when she says, “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come – right now.”

God, the way she sounds when she comes. Ragged moans dragged from her throat, breathy grunts, and choked-off gasps. She rides the edge for what feels like forever, hips grinding ontomy mouth, her fingers locked in my hair. I feel every ripple of pleasure moving through her body. Every quiver. Every crash of sensation as she tips over into pure release.

I hold her through it, tongue slow and reverent now, soothing her as she shudders through the aftershocks. When I finally pull back, her thighs are slick, and my mouth is wet with her. I kiss the inside of her leg, then look up.

She’s a mess. Glorious. Disheveled.Glowing.

And she’s looking at me like I rewrote every rule she ever followed.

I spend most of our afterglow with my forehead pressed against her thigh. Her hands lightly massage the back of my neck and my shoulders. We’re so frozen in the moment that there’s no way either of us can move until we eventually snap out of it. As long as I can taste her on my tongue, I can’t.

Sometime later, we’re lying side by side on the bed, hands entwined. Lorde raises mine so she can kiss my knuckles. She rolls onto her side and murmurs in my ear.

“I think I love you, Daisy.”

I didn’t think I would cry tonight, but the hormones – yeah, let’s blame that – are making tears swell. “I think I love you too. It’s the only way to explain how I feel and act around you. Doesn’t that seem silly, though? We barely know each other.”

“You can’t fight fate. I normally don’t believe in that stuff, but from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were special. I simply didn’t know in what way yet.”

“Do you know now?”

“The kind of special I want to wake up next to for the rest of my life.”

Now I am crying, but not because of what Lorde has said. I’m remembering the shit my father has pulled. The man I ditched on one of the worst dates ever.

How do I get myself out of this mess and date the woman I want to be with?

“I don’t want to marry that man.” I hide my tears in the crook of Lorde’s neck. “Not that I ever would, but I don’t know how to break free from the corner I’ve been forced into.”

She coddles me until I can finally breathe again. “I don’t know right now, Daze. I’m going to try to come up with a way, though. Count on me. I want to be with you, and I want to openly be with you. No secrets. No hiding. You and me, scandalizing the press for the rest of our lives.”

I want to believe her, but she doesn’t know my father at all. Lorde’s not the respectable kind ofmanmy parents would want me to be with. They barely tolerated theboysthey knew about, and that was because their public images were “clean and gentlemanly.” (Yeah, right. Most of those guys were assholes who wouldn’t have thought twice about being anything but gentlemen if they could get away with it.)

“Let’s sleep for now.”

It’s amazing how easy it is to fall asleep in the arms of the woman you love, even if your whole world is crumbling outside of your bubble.

Chapter 14

Lorde

It’s a balmy evening as I have dinner with Angus, who has returned from a two-week trip to the Caribbean to do nothing but flirt with beautiful women day in and day out. (And drink a ton of rum, I’m sure.) He had invited me before he left. In the old days, I would have happily gone, at least for part of the time. Yet with Daisy DeMonte consuming my thoughts? I couldn’t.

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