Loyal Heir (The Heirs 4)

I nod, and my tongue darts out to wet my lips.

Forest’s gaze drops to my mouth, and then he closes the distance between us.

This time there’s nothing fake about the kiss, and I’m highly aware that Forest’s mouth is on mine because it’s what he wants.

It’s what I want.

Right?

When his tongue brushes along my bottom lip, my doubts begin to fade. I let him in, and our tongues instantly get lost in hard strokes.

My hands find Forest’s hair, and I tilt my head, my breath and mouth warring with his for control.

Forest wraps his arm around my waist, and he lifts me before I’m laid back on the bed. His body covers mine, and it sets me alight with anticipation, desire, and a storm of tingles brewing in my abdomen.

Chapter 6

FOREST

This night has taken one hell of an unexpected turn. I’m just fucking relieved Aria’s willing to try for more. I know all about her rocky dating history, having been the one to comfort her after every breakup.

But now I have a chance to show her what a healthy relationship is like. I have a chance to make her mine.

Moving her onto her back, I lower my body to hers. The kiss is filled with an intensity the others didn’t have. Maybe it’s because I’m allowed to express how I really feel?

Every brush of our tongues sends a current rushing through me.

I’ve known Aria my whole life. We’ve shared every fear, every secret, every dream with each other. There is not a single day in our past where we didn’t talk to each other.

I have always loved her as a best friend, but this new feeling, the consuming need to kiss her, to touch her, to be inside her – it’s overwhelming as fuck.

Now I also understand why it annoyed the hell out of me whenever Aria was dating some fuckface who didn’t deserve her. It’s because she was mine. She’s always been mine.

The realization makes me devour her mouth. I nip and massage her lips with a frenzied passion. My left hand moves to her side and feeling the feminine curve of her body, my palm itches to explore more of her.

My touch grows firmer as I brush my hand up to her ribs. I stop under the swell of her breast and breaking the kiss, I breathlessly ask, “Can I touch you?”

When she nods, my thumb brushes over the curve of her breast. I watch as her pupils dilate, and her breath rushes over her lips.

It fucking drives me wild.

I claim her mouth and covering her breast, I soak in the feel of how perfectly she fits in my palm. Aria moans, and she arches her back, pressing her breast harder into my hand. My fingers find her nipple, and I coax it into a hard bud.

Her hands move down my back, and I feel her nails through the fabric of my shirt.

Christ, I want to rip off our clothes and bury myself deep inside her.

Instead of the thought making me lose control, it clears my head. I don’t want to push her too far tonight. She needs to get used to the idea of us being a couple.

Pulling back, I gasp for air, and I move my hand back down to her hip. When I manage to catch my breath, I bring my eyes to hers and say, “There’s definitely attraction.”

She lets out a silent burst of laughter. “That’s for sure.”

I move my body off of hers and lie down beside her. Propping my head on my hand, I ask, “Are you really okay with this?”

“After that kiss,” a smile begins to tug at her lips as she nods, “yeah.” She turns onto her side, so she’s facing me. “Are you okay with it?”

I nod, then ask, “It doesn’t feel awkward at all?”

Aria shakes her head. “Everything but awkward.”

“Everything?” I ask, a playful tone to my voice.

She waves a hand in the air, and her gaze drops to my neck. “The toe-curling, the sparks, the butterflies.”

Bringing my hand to her chin, I nudge her face back up while grinning like a proud idiot. “Yeah?”

Aria smiles shyly, which is a rare sight. “Yeah.” Then worry creeps into her eyes. “Let’s not tell our friends and families, okay? If it doesn’t work out between us, then at least they won’t know.”

Knowing it’s her biggest fear that something will go wrong, I relent, “Okay.” I shift myself up on the bed and pull Aria closer until her head rests on my shoulder. “We’re going to be fine. We know everything about each other, so nothing can go wrong,” I try to reassure her.

She lets out a burst of laughter. “God, I didn’t even think about that.” Her laughter grows. “We’ve farted in front of each other.”

My chest begins to shake under her. “That’s where your mind went?”