Defiant Heir (The Heirs 3)

“Also, what’s the time? We don’t want Noah walking in on us,” I voice another worry.

The moment fades, and wanting our first time together being more special than this, I say, “Maybe we should continue making out? When I make love to you, I don’t want it to be here in the suite.”

A wide smile stretches over Fallon’s face as she teases me, “You just had an entire conversation with yourself.” She presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “It’s cute when you overthink things.” Another kiss. “I’m good with making out.”

When our mouths touch again, I don’t let her pull back, and I nip at her bottom lip. “It’s so hot when you do that,” Fallon murmurs against my mouth.

“This?” I ask, my voice low in my throat, and then I bite her bottom lip before thrusting my tongue into her mouth and kissing her hungrily.

Shifting my body half off of her and pushing her sweater up, my hand caresses her skin until I reach her breast. My thumb skims over her puckered nipple, and it draws a groan from me.

Pulling her bra out of the way, I cover her breast. Kneading her, my touch grows harder and my kiss more desperate, and I begin to forget all the reasons why we shouldn’t have sex right now.

A knock on my door has me pulling back so fast, I almost fall off the side of the bed, but Fallon grabs hold of me as a burst of laughter bubbles over her lips.

Climbing over her, I lie down beside her and throw my arm over my face as I chuckle. I manage to ask, “Are you decent?”

“Almost.” A couple of seconds later, she calls out, “Come in?”

The door opens, and I hear Noah ask, “Fallon, did you give him his eye drops?”

“Yeah, a while back,” she answers.

“How’s the migraine?”

“Gone,” I reply while sitting up, “We should probably get some breakfast.”

“You mean lunch,” Noah teases. “It’s already twelve.”

“Shit? Seriously?” Fallon gasps, and I feel as she begins to scoot off the bed.

Reaching for her, I grab hold of her arm and yank her back against me. “I’m holding you hostage for the day.”

“That’s my queue to leave,” Noah mutters. “Remember the eye drops at two.”

Noah shuts the door behind him. I push Fallon down and straddle her hips. My hands brush up her body until I reach her arms, and I pin them down to the bed. Then I lean down, and keeping my voice low, I say, “We have a month to make up for. Skip classes today and stay with me.”

Without thinking about it, she answers, “Okay.”

Grinning, I playfully say, “We can play nurse and patient.”

Laughter dances in her voice as she asks, “Should I check your temperature?”

Leaning down, I ask, “And how would you do that?”

Fallon lifts her head and murmurs, “With my mouth.” She presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Nah, no fever.”

Chuckling, I say, “Give it time. I can feel my temperature rising.”

Fallon pulls her arms free and places her hands on my thighs.

“Yep, especially with your hands so close to my cock,” I tease her.

Laughing, she begins to squirm out from under me. “Come on, we should get food.”

Pretending to sulk, I climb off the bed, then I grin, “Does this mean you’re dressing me again?”

“No, we’re ordering in.”

When she begins to walk toward the door, I say, “I need a minute before I can go out there.”

“Why?” Fallon instantly darts back to me.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her tightly against me. “I’m still hard for you.”

“Oh,” she says, a little breathlessly.

I let go of her. “Order anything you want. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”

“Okay.” When Fallon leaves, I sit back down on the edge of the bed.

It feels like we’ve taken a considerable leap in the right direction. This morning has easily been the best in my entire life.Chapter 19FALLONWhile I was alone with Kao in his room, I began to forget about the scars. But the moment I walk down the hallway, the insecurities rush back, and I quickly dart into my room to brush my hair so it will cover the right side of my face.

Sitting down on the stool by my dressing table, I pull the bristles through my hair. My movements still, and I stare at my reflection.

Being with Kao, I felt like the old me and not this scarred woman. Feeling his desire for me, his kisses and touches – they all made the world fade away.

Slowly, I lift my hand, and I pull the hair away from my cheek. Revulsion builds in my chest as my eyes lock on the swollen red gashes. There’s a thick jagged one, stretching from my ear down my neck.

I let my hair fall back and take a deep breath.