Heirly Ever After by Vernon, Magan (best classic novels .TXT) 📕

pulled back and met those gorgeous hazel eyes. They weren’t filled with sadness or pity. I wanted to get lost in them to forget whatever the hell else was going on.

I’d been holding back for so long, but I needed this distraction.

No.

I needed more than that.

I needed her.

Without hesitation, I crushed my lips to hers, relishing in her moan as she opened her mouth to mine. Our tongues met through a breathy tangle. Her hands gripped onto my back as I pulled her as close as we could be with our clothes still on.

This time I wasn’t going put a stop on things. This time I needed more.

With a free hand, I shrugged out of my jacket, tossing it somewhere beside us. Her hands roamed down my back, featherlight little touches that had me wanting even more.

Gripping onto her waist, I pulled her onto my lap, her heated core pressed against me.

She gasped, tilting her head back so my teeth gripped onto her bottom lip.

Fuck, she tasted like vanilla and jasmine and heaven.

I moved my mouth down her neck and to the swell of her breasts, her body shivering against mine in response.

All I wanted to do was to be with her and lose myself, blocking out the rest of the world.

Slowly, I ran my fingers down the zipper on the back of her dress, waiting to let it drop to her waist before I lifted my head.

The fire in her eyes matched mine as she moved her fingers down the front of my shirt, unbuttoning each button as fast as she could.

God, did I want to taste her.

To keep getting lost.

But I also wasn’t going to be the bastard who fucked her and left her. I would just get her off with my tongue if we both needed the release.

Sliding down from the settee, I turned her so she was sitting, and I knelt in front of her.

With my eyes locked with hers, I inched her dress down, leaving her only in her bra and that pair of Hello Kitty underoos from the first day we met.

I shook my head, not able to hold back the laugh. “The cat knickers?”

She squirmed, a flush creeping along her thighs. “They were clean…”

Running my tongue along her thigh, I watched her suck in a breath. “I thought you’d say you wore them just for me.”

“Well, I wasn’t, um, expecting any of this.”

I stilled. My hands on her thighs. My mouth merely a breath away from her heated center. “I can still stop. We can go back to the party. This is just a fake date, isn’t it?”

Even as I said the words, the sting hit me deep.

This was more than that.

Why the hell had I even said that?

“Is it?” she whispered.

I shook my head. “No. No, it’s way fucking more.”

Before she could answer, I pushed aside the fabric of her panties and pressed a light kiss against her sensitive skin.

She let out a breathy sigh. “I want more.”

“How much more?” I whispered into her mound as she shivered around my face.

“I…” Her back arched, pushing her scent closer. Her thighs enclosed my head.

Shite, she smelled amazing.

So warm.

So close.

“Do you want me to taste you, Madison?” Slowly, I ran my tongue along her slit, eliciting a small whimper.

“Yes.”

That was all I needed to grasp her thighs and press my mouth to her, relishing in the feel of her warm body and the little moans that quaked her legs. With each swipe of my tongue, she pushed herself closer to me, her thighs shaking through her hushed whimpers.

Fucking hell, I’d never had a woman react with this much vigor. The more she moaned, the more I wanted to make her come. To forget everything else and just have her.

“Jacob…I’m…I’m going to, if you need to stop.”

Stop?

I didn’t even slow down my pace as I lapped her up, her entire body trembling as she cried out, bucking her hips over and over to meet my face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, pushing her hand against her flesh and moving my face aside.

What the shite?

I sat up, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze, her eyes looking up to the ceiling.

“What the hell are you sorry for?”

“I, um…I did that in your mouth.”

I laughed, my chin shaking against her stomach as I pressed my face against her.

“Damsel, that was the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“You…liked that?” she asked, moving her head back to meet my gaze.

“I fucking loved that, damsel. I could feel you come against me all night.”

Her face and body heated up against me.

What the hell kind of man had she been with who hadn’t liked that?

I stood up gently, my cock digging into my trousers.

I wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want me to do, but even if I left, she deserved to be seriously shagged.

“Come on.” I held my hand out.

“Come what?”

I rolled my eyes then took her hands in mine, pulling her up to face me. Cupping her cheeks, I pulled her to me, the wetness from her still on my lips as she opened her mouth to mine. Her salty taste mixing with her warm breath had my already aching cock begging me for more.

I pulled back, even though every part of me screamed I needed to stay pressed to her. I didn’t say a word as I led her back to the bedroom, the four-post bed shining to us like a beacon.

I could have done her hard and fast. Or just tasted her all night until the sun came up and taken care of myself later.

But no.

There was a look in her eyes.

The look that had my heart swelling.

This woman deserved to be worshiped.

And I was going to show her that I wasn’t only here for the family.

I was here for her, too.

And no matter what happened, she would be taken care of.

I stripped off my clothes before approaching her, my hands on her back as I undid her bra, letting it fall between us.

Neither of us said a word.