The Forgotten Heiress novel Chapter 64

The hilarity of the situation helped to relieve her anxiety and gave her the strength to take the last few steps to reach him.

"I am sure." She told him when she finally came to a stop in front of him. She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm positive, your warnings have been duly noted and I understand the consequences." She murmured, looking straight at him, her lips less than an inch away from his. "And I accept." She whispered, leaning into him.

The feel of her body brushing against his, the look in her eyes and her words snapped the leash he had wrapped around his control. He snaked his arms around her and held her tight; like a drowning man holding on to a lifesaver would, he imagined, and kissed her with all the passion he'd been holding back from her. She groaned in appreciation and the sound vibrated all through his body.

The taste of her flew through his body, leaving his nerves on high alert.

When they came up for air at last, he cupped her rear and pulled her closer; letting her feel the effect she had on him. "There isn't a day that has gone by that I haven't ached for you." He confessed to her and kissed her again, not giving her the chance to respond.

Without breaking their kiss, he walked her backwards until her knees hit his bed. He smoothed his hands down her sides, gracing the sides of her breasts and continuing down to the front of her shirt, specifically to the last button of her button up shirt. He toyed with it, traced a finger around it before he began to undo it slowly and only then did he separate his lips from hers.

He stepped back and slowly unbuttoned her shirt from bottom to top; slowly because he wanted to memorize every inch of her flesh that he uncovered. He had just reached the button just under her breast when she brought her hands up to cover his hands with hers to stop him. It was this first sign of her nervousness that he noticed.

He leaned his head down, his eyes leveled with hers, and looked straight at her without blinking. "You want me to stop, you just say so and I will."

One look at her and she'd managed to erase every memory of all the women in his past. She was a vision and he had to touch her to make sure she was real. That this was all real and not just some trick made up by his desperate mind. It hadn't been a lie when he told her about his daily ache for her.

He brought his hands up and graced the top of her breasts with his fingertips, making her shiver. "Beautiful." He repeated and bent low to kiss the top swells, her skin was warm under his lips and he gave her a light flick for a quick taste; delicious. He looked at her, his lips still gracing her breast and asked. "Are your panties black and lacy too?"

She nodded slowly but he decided to find out for himself.

He brushed his lips against hers one more time before he lowered himself down to his knees and trailed opened mouth kisses down her stomach until he reached the top of her jeans. Trying to cool his heated blood, he took a deep breath and with it he realized that something was different about her scent.