Page 59 of The Heir
A second later I hear the security leave at the gentle sound of the snick of the door clicking shut and the next thing I know he's snatching me back by my hair. I whimper, my eyes watering at the vicious movement. However, I don't even attempt to reach back and coax him to soften his touch. I want him like this.
He looks down, meeting my eyes. After a second, he leans down pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss. He pulls away. "I don't want you upset with me. And I certainly don't want you so upset that you feel the need to act out. I will be honest with you: I haveeveryintention on making you my wife. And as much as I'd like to afford you time to get used to me, and your new role, this is not a luxury I am comfortable with affording you because I care about you entirely-" his eyes narrow,"entirelytoo much. You desperately need the protection of my name and reputation. I will not sit idly by while you sit vulnerable like a deer in headlights."
My heart is just hammering away in my chest, my throat swells up, and I am suddenly incapable of speech even if I wanted to talk. I'm not even certain breathing is easy at this point.
"Open your mouth," he says, pinning me with his eyes. "You're going to finish the rest of your food." He reaches forward to slide my plate closer to him, and then works to load the fork.
I blink, parting my lips just like he commanded with that familiar heat that's always simmering between us burning low in my core. In the backof my head I'm aware I'm feeling... something. Not quite butterflies, not quite understanding. I'm confused and out of sorts.
Why don't I want to talk?
His bicep moves against the back of my head as he moves, and a second later I feel the fork sliding over my bottom lip, scraping along my tongue, tilting the food in my mouth. While I chew he sips his scotch, and for some strange reason I am utterly mesmerized by every fucking thing this man is doing: the way he licks his lips after he drinks, how his throat convulses on a swallow, the smell of him.
It's rich, spicy, warm.
I press my nose into his neck, trying to get deeper. "Thank you," I say, feeling like the words are hard to get out, coming from deep down inside me. But I push hard. "I just want to-"
He stands up abruptly with me still in his arms, the action forces me to cut my words off.
Though I'm not really sure what I was trying to say, anyway. Tilting my head back I study the ceiling as he walks. His muscular body moves against mine, and everything spins almost as if I'm on a ride at a theme park. We push through a door on the other side of the fireplace, the paintings and dimmed lighting pass in a blur down a hallway I haven't seen yet, looking so pretty.
The glass windows morph into solid walls with dimly lit paintings that whiz by, which turns into a room. I hear men's voices, garbled around me. Then King's looking down at me again but this time he's speaking, which makes me so happy. I smile at him, elated he's not mad anymore.
"Say 'I Do,' baby," he says.
My brow arches and I giggle, because it's funny.What am I doing?
"Oh, I do?" I grin up at him, thinking he's so handsome it's not fair. "Blue sky's smilingat me…" I sing.
Reaching up to trace his brow, I feel my hand is held still and then something happens that takes my breath away; the most magnificent smile crosses his face, one I've never seen, before he bends down to seal his lips over mine.
I'll never forget it.
King smiles as he lingers just a bit to rub his lips against mine. Not able to help it I giggle, because it tickled and I think he did it that way because he knows I like soft kisses. I sigh as his tongue licks along the inside of my bottom lip, just lightly pressing to part my lips before touching my tongue whisper soft.
I make a small sound, trying to follow him back up as he pulls away but I can't. My head is just too heavy. Before I know what's happening, everything goes black.
The next thing I know there's blue everywhere. I moan, feeling like I'm being laid down in a fluffy cloud.
"Holy shit. Am I in heaven?" I breathe, but I don't hear anything but King chuckling. And feel nothing but the nicest, coolest, comfiest sheets I've ever had against my skin.
As I roll over I purr at the feel of the sheet rubbing against my nipples making me aroused. I reach out a hand, grabbing for the source of the warmth close by on the other side of the bed and tug.
"Stay," I whisper, digging my nails in. I heave a deep sigh as the warmth envelopes me, but it's not enough. I moan, wanting to roll my entire body into it."More."Giggling, I wrap my legs around the heat, nestling as deep as I can get. "That's better," I say, letting myself drift off. "I'm finally in my happy place."
A comforting pressure against the side of my head seals the deal and I yawn, completely content for the first time in my life.
My eyes flutter open and I moan softly, adjusting to the stillness that's settled in the room. It's quiet, and the cool air is perfectly balanced with the heat against my cheek. My fingers flex against soft chest hair. Aware King is in the bed with me, I just lay there for a second trying to get my bearings.
What happened last night?
Blinking my eyes, I take stock of the here and now.
My head is currently resting on King's broad, hard, naked chest. My arm is thrown across his torso and my leg is hiked up on him and, flexing my thigh, I can feel he's semi-erect even in sleep. My skin sizzles, feeing he's naked and pressed against every inch of me. We both are, however, the covers shield us from the room. My arm is cinched over the sheet and my hair hangs loose and wavy, flowing down my arm and across his torso. Sweetie is curled up on his stomach, with her little kitty head tucked under her arm.
I peek up, seeing him sleeping quietly, deeply, with his head turned away from me.
He's so warm, looks so peaceful.
