Page 62 of The Heiress

“Always, Sam. I’ve always loved you.”

He kissed me to keep me from responding. It was a brilliant tactic because whatever I would have said would never have been adequate to express how deeply his confession affected me.He always loved me?A lifetime of holding back?

I didn’t deserve him.

“What?” His eyes darted back and forth.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say shit like that.” He demanded a kiss from my lips that I gave him oh, so willingly. The deeper the better. He should take everything. He deserved it for his patience and for living with my disapproval all these years.

Unlike our first night, we frantically ripped our clothes off, desperate to be naked and one. I felt his eyeseverywhere.On my breasts, yes, but also on my shoulders and hips. He didn’t blink. Maybe he was afraid to. I certainly was.

“God, yes,” I groaned.

“I like you needy,” he murmured as he moved lower and kissed the top of my breast. “This week you were so strong, but alone with me, you let me hold you, you let me see your exhaustion. You called me for help. You needed me and I found I really liked it, Sam. I want you to call for me. I want you to need me. And when I touch you, I want it to make you need me even more.” He kept his eyes locked on mine as he kissed a little lower on my breast, asking me to confirm or deny that his desire was good.

And it was oh so good. I’d never been so independent that I didn’t need love, help, or affection. With Jace I always had all three because there was nowhere safer to be vulnerable than with him.

It only made sense that my pleasure would be his as well.

“I need you, Jace. Inside me.Now.”

His answering grin made me groan because it was wicked. “Oh no. I’m doing research. Do you rush your work?” He brushed his thumb over my nipple, sending a jolt straight to my core.

“No I don’t,” I whispered.

He brushed his thumb back and forth, strumming my desire into an uncontrolled fire. “I need to know what you like. Are you sensitive?” He gave my nipple a gentle squeeze and my legs reflexively tightened around him. I ground up, wishing he’d give me what I wanted. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then he replaced his hand with his mouth and the world went black as I closed my eyes and arched into the pleasure.

Jace had a very talented mouth.

Then he slid his hand between my legs and pressed against my clit. “And here? Are you sensitive here?”

I groaned and ground against his hand seeking but not quite finding what I really needed. He stroked me into an inferno that left me teetering on the edge of orgasm before he pulled away in search of a condom.

“Don’t I get to play with you?”

“Oh no. We don’t have time for that today. You can play tomorrow. Right now I need to be inside you.” He tore open the wrapper and rolled on the condom. Then he was over me again, nipping at my neck as his erection bobbed between us. “Say you want me,” he whispered against my ear.

I ran my hand down his back, feeling all that skin, all those muscles working. “I want you inside me, Jace.”

He groaned and moved, positioning himself at my entrance. “Say it again.”

“I want you inside me, Jace.”

He slowly sank inside. I gripped his shoulders and held him tight against me. He’d never be close enough, I was sure of it.

“Jesus Christ, Sam. You feel so good.” His breath came fast and strangled against my skin.

“More,” was all I could think to say. I needed all of him. I needed us to be one. And until that happened, I wouldn’t be the same.

He slowly pulled back and then thrust deeper, my body mimicking his movements. The muscles of his neck strained as he held very still. Then slowly he opened his eyes. “I knew we’d be good together, but fuck, Sam. This is beyond anything.” He moved back and then in again, my inner muscles squeezing around him. “Tell me you feel it too.”

I shook from it all. I was overwhelmed and pulsing with adrenaline. My skin pricked. It was every bit as intense as the first night. Maybe more so since we both knew this was what we wanted now. No shock. No surprise. Just desire.

“Come for me, Sam. I want to feel you come.”

I was so close. Every slide of his length, of his thickness stretching me wide, brought me right up to the brink. He palmed my breast and pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger. He rolled and I felt it in my core, my muscles clenching him even tighter.

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