Forbidden Heir (The Heirs 8)

“Yeah?” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around me.

“Yeah.” A smile spreads over my face, but then it fades again. “What are we going to do when we get home?”

He shakes his head. “Leave that to me. Okay? Don’t get stuck in your head about it.”

“Easier said than done,” I mutter.

Ryker presses a soft kiss to my lips, then whispers, “Trust me, Danny. I’ll take care of everything.”

RYKER

After we’ve eaten, we get settled on the couch. Opening my laptop, I bring up my emails.

For a moment, I just stare at the screen.

Fuck, this is really happening. Danny’s mine. She’s finally mine.

A wave of happiness almost robs me of my breath. Leaning back against the couch, I turn my head and let my eyes drift over Danny. Unable to stop myself, I lift a hand to the back of her neck and brush my thumb over her skin.

God, I’m allowed to touch her, and it feels incredible.

Danny glances at me, her mouth curving up into a sexy smile before she looks at the spreadsheet on her laptop.

I’m grateful we still have two weeks in Cape Town. She’ll be used to being in a relationship with me by the time we have to leave.

God, this is really happening.

A smile spreads over my face, and just because I can, I move my hands to the sides of her face and turn her to me. Leaning in, I press a tender kiss to her mouth.

Danny grins against my lips. “Work, Ryker.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur, and it makes her smile widen.

Focusing on my emails, I see there are a couple from Mr. Cutler at CRC Holdings. We help each other out with the two companies, and once he retires, Noah, my cousin, will be taking over Mr. Cutler’s side of things.

It takes me a while to answer every email, and when I finally sit back, I let out a groan.

Danny glances up from her laptop. “Tired?”

“Just stiff.”

She lets out a burst of laughter. “How do you do that? Make simple things sound so sexual?”

A grin forms around my lips, and locking eyes with her, I murmur, “It’s 'cause you want me.” I reach over, and picking up her laptop, I place it on the table.

Danny watches me. “What are you doing? We need to work.”

“Break time,” I say, and leaning a little forward, I bring my hand to her face and trail my fingers over her cheek and jaw. “God, your skin is so soft.”

She leans into my touch, a smile curving her lips.

I begin to move closer but stop when my mouth is an inch from hers. I let the anticipation build as my lips brush over her cheek.

Danny turns her face a little, and when I feel her breath on my jaw, my eyes drift shut from how amazing it feels.

I bring my mouth back to hers and only nip at her lips before slightly pulling back. Our eyes lock, and the moment feels loaded.

I drop my hand to her neck, and then I kiss her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, trying to memorize the feel of her.

Danny lifts her hands to my shoulders, and then they slip behind my neck and into my hair.

The moment is perfect and exactly how I imagined kissing her would be.

When I break the kiss, I pull her against me as I lean back against the couch. My arms tighten around her, and I have to stop myself from squashing her. “It’s incredible to hold you… to kiss you. Finally.”

Danny rests her cheek against my chest and places her hand on my abs. “It still feels a little surreal.”

“Yeah, it does,” I agree. I press my mouth to her hair and take a deep breath of her scent. “You smell so good.”

She rubs her cheek against me. “So do you.” Suddenly she sits upright and grins at me. “Say ‘ma’am’ again.”

A broad smile forms on my face. “I knew you always liked when I called you that,” I tease her.

“It’s a turn on,” she admits.

“I bet it is, ma’am.”

Her lips part and her eyes rake hungrily over me. Reaching for her, I pull her onto my lap, so she’s straddling me. I stare into her eyes, unable to believe Danny, the woman I’ve always dreamed of, is mine to touch and love.

Slipping my hand behind her neck, I begin to nip at her mouth, and the kiss quickly turns wild and downright dirty. It has my cock hardening, and the instant Danny feels it, she starts to rub herself against me. Her movements are so sensual it robs me of my self-control.

Only then do I think to ask, “Are you on birth control?” She nods, and it has me saying, “Good because I’m pretty sure I didn’t use a condom last night.”

“God, last night,” she groans as she presses herself down on my cock. “I need a repeat.”