Tempted Heir (The Heirs 7)
“That was hot,” I murmur. “I love that you didn’t hold back but took what you wanted.”
“Yeah?” she whispers.
Hearing the worry in her voice, I say, “I want the anticipation to build between us before we have sex. I want you to enjoy the build-up to that moment.”
She lifts her head, and when she kisses me, I feel her smile. Pulling back, she asks, “So everything but actual sex?”
“Yes.”
“I like the sound of that,” she chuckles as she settles into a comfortable position against me.
Dash is a woman on a mission to see how far she can push me before I give in and fuck her senseless.
Dressed in a pair of shorts that might as well be underwear and a tight-fitting top which shows every curve of her breasts, seeing as she’s not wearing a fucking bra, I’ve been hard all morning.
Two can play this game. Walking over to the AC panel, I turn the temperature down.
I head to the kitchen, where Dash has her ass up in the air while she’s removing pots and pans from a box. Unable to resist, I slap her ass, and it has her shooting upright.
Taking a pan from her, I hang it on the rack with the others while saying, “Couldn’t resist.”
Dash comes up behind me, and she presses her front against my back as she reaches around me. After setting a pot down on the counter, her hand drops to the side of my leg, and then her fingers trail up to the waistband of my sweatpants. Her breath warms the skin beneath my shoulder blades. Lowering my gaze, I watch as she trails a finger along the waistband, and it makes my semi turn rock hard.
Instead of slipping her hand under the fabric, she moves her fingers over my abs, and pressing a kiss to my back, she pulls away and continues to unpack.
When I turn around, Dash gives me a mischievous grin, but then her eyes drop and widen when she sees the hard-on she gave me.
I lean back against the counter and watch her response to me. Her gaze flits up to my face, then back down, and then she fucking draws her bottom lip between her teeth before locking eyes with me. “Can you bring me the box with the cutlery and plates?”
Not what I expected to come from her mouth.
Letting out a chuckle, I head to where we stacked all the boxes and look for the one she’s asking for.
We manage to work through all the kitchen stuff, finding a spot for everything. Deciding to take a break for lunch, Dash is scrolling through some menus when she shivers. Her nipples pebble, making my lips curve up.
“Should we get a seafood platter or steak?” she asks, her eyes on her phone.
“Steak,” I murmur.
She shivers again, then scowls. “Is it just me, or did the temperature go down?”
When she looks up, and she sees my smile, her frown deepens.
My eyes drop to her nipples, then I murmur, “Tit for tat.”
Glancing down at her breasts, she lets out a burst of laughter. “Well played.” She walks to the AC panel and adjusts the temperature before returning to where I’m leaning against a counter.
Taking hold of her wrist, I pull her closer. My gaze lowers to the erotic sight of her nipples. “Please tell me you never wear a bra when you’re home.”
“I don’t,” she chuckles.
I lock eyes with her as I lift my hand, and when I brush a finger over the hard bud, her lips part.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” I whisper as I lean down, capturing her mouth. Thrusting my tongue into her warm depths, I palm the weight of her breast, taking in how perfect she feels.
Dash pushes up on her toes, her arms wrapping around my neck as she begins to kiss me back with the same intensity.
A growl builds in the back of my throat, and reaching for her ass, I turn us around and lift her onto the counter. Her legs open for me to step between, and rubbing my hands hard over her thighs and hips, I devour her mouth.
Within seconds I’m breathless, and my heart is hammering against my ribs while my cock strains to get to the heat rubbing against it.
Knowing I’m about to lose control, I break the kiss and step back.
Catching our breath, we stare at each other, desire smoldering in our eyes.
Dash begins to shake her head, letting out a chuckle, “You’re such a damn tease.”
Chapter 11
DASH
The worry I had about being intimate with Christopher?
Gone.
Obliterated.
What worry?
I have never wanted a man more in my life than I want Christopher. He has me in a constant state of arousal.
Everything he does feels sexual. His stare. His smirk. The way he freaking breathes.
I need to up my game.
I’d usually go to the bathroom to change, but not today. Knowing Christopher will be out of the shower at any moment, I quickly put on a matching set of lacy underwear.