Coldhearted Heir (The Heirs 1)

His hands move to my hips, and taking hold of the fabric of my shorts, his eyes lock on mine. “Are you sure you want to take the next step?”

I nod, and it’s all it takes for Hunter to pull my pants and panties down in one move. His head dips down, and he presses a kiss to my stomach, and then he moves lower and lower until he gets to the part that has my face going up in flames.

I never thought it would be so hard to be naked in front of a man. What the hell was I thinking at sixteen? In hindsight, I now know I was nowhere near ready for sex back then.

I lay still, too scared to move a muscle as I wait for Hunter to say something, or to move, or to do whatever he was going to do next.

“God, Jade,” he exhales, and then I feel the tip of his finger brush over my curls. “You’re so fucking beautiful,”

I watch him take hold of my legs. He raises them over his shoulders and then his mouth is on me, hot and desperate. Instantly my ass bows off the bed as intense feelings I’ve never experienced before bombard the apex between my thighs.

“Holy… shit,” I manage to moan. I try to grab hold of something as Hunter’s teeth nip over my sensitive flesh, licking and sucking until I grab hold of his hair. “God, Hunter!”

It feels like my insides detonate, setting my whole body on fire as pleasure paralyzes me.

“Christ, Jade. You taste so fucking good.”

I grip his hair tighter, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to remove a chunk. Hunter pulls back and shoving his own sweatpants down his legs, it has my panting breaths stalling for a moment as I stare at his hardness.

Holy, huge cocks. Hunter is bigger than my vibrator, and I had trouble getting it inside me.

Hunter places his hands on my stomach and begins to push the fabric of my shirt up. Sitting up, I help him pull it over my head. Before I can lie back down, his hand moves to my back, and he unclasps my bra.

A second wave of self-consciousness hits as he bares my breasts to him. I’m just about to cover myself with my arms, when Hunter growls, “Don’t you dare. Keep still and let me look at you.”

Not moving a muscle, I keep stealing glances at his face as his eyes roam over my naked body. He shakes his head, and for a second, my stomach dips with dread, but then he whispers, “A fucking masterpiece.”

He brings his hand to my chest and lightly brushes a finger over the swell of my breast.

When he slips an arm under me, and he shifts me up to the middle of the bed, I begin to get nervous.

Shit, this it.

I’m about to have sex for the first time.

With Hunter.

Shit.

What if I suck at it?

“Jade.” The sound of my name yanks me back to the present. “Get out of your head,” Hunter says as he lies down on top of me.

I can feel his hardness, which I’m pretty sure is going to have one hell of a struggle fitting inside of me, resting between my legs.

“Ahh…” I don’t know how to tell Hunter we might have a problem.

“Do you want to stop?” he asks, lifting his upper body from mine and resting on his right arm.

“It’s not that I want to stop,” I say, and then I squeeze my eyes shut and just power through, rambling, “I don’t think you’re going to fit. You’re much bigger than my vibrator, and I can’t even get that thing to go in all the way.”

When Hunter doesn’t say anything, I peek at him through one eye. He’s looking at me with a huge grin spread over his face, as if I’ve just made his damn day, instead of telling him we have a problem.

Opening both my eyes, I ask, “You heard me, right?”

Hunter nods, still looking like a cat that got all the cream. “I’m totally enjoying the compliment, right now. Give me a minute.”

I slap his shoulder and scowl at him. “I’m serious.”

He moves back over me and presses a kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry about me fitting. That’s my job.”

“Job? You make it sound so clinical,” I complain. This experience is going downhill fast.

“Sorry, babe.” He gives me another kiss and pulling back, he says with a low timbre to his voice, “Just relax and let me love you.”

I push my bottom lip out, still worried about my poor vagina. “Just don’t split me in two. I’m kinda attached to my vagina.”

He begins to chuckle. “You’re so damn cute when you’re nervous.”

“I can’t help it. I haven’t done this before,” I explain, feeling inexperienced and stupid.