Page 33 of Crude Heir

Maybe I jumped to the wrong conclusions about Nicole Fuentes. This thing with Mom has me annoyed and frustrated with no outlet. I haven’t wanted to be around anyone lately. I run a hand through my hair, coming back along my neck and I remember. It’s her scent I still have on me from earlier.

Fuck.

That’s what really has me all wound up. It’s one more reason I can’t get her out of my damn head. I should embrace the situation and give myself some relief. That way, I’m not walking around with every muscle straining for release.

I close my eyes and concentrate on my surroundings. Nothing’s coming in past the sound of the rain. Is she asleep? It’s been a while since she went to bed. I remain quiet for a few minutes, hearing nothing other than my own breathing.

Decision made, I push my clothes down far enough to release my cock. Even though it’s starting to get stuffy with the power out, the air still feels cool against my heated skin. I pull the shirt up then sit back, one arm stretched out on the chair, and close my eyes.

Taking myself in hand, I let the image of her fill my mind. The way she was last night, sensual and uninhibited.

Her blouse is over her head, her shorts are going down, baring her thighs. She’s naked, pulling back the sheets to get in bed. Hands at her breasts and lips parted, she gasps.

Wait…

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Nicole

Turning back, I focus on the single chair turned away from the rest of the living room set. He’s sitting low in the chair, one arm stretched out.Is he awake, watching the storm? I pad over to stand beside the armrest and see if he wants to take the bed. But I stop short when I catch sight of him.

His shirt is pulled up to his belly, showing off a well-defined six-pack, visible even in shadows. If that’s not enough, his jeans are open, pushed down to reveal what looks to be a very impressive cock. The wide head bobs against his thumb while his fingers slide along the length of the thick root at a leisurely pace.

I must have made a sound because he turns. His dark eyes coming straight to me, pinning me in place. I open my mouth to say something, my gaze going to his cock. Moisture rushes to my core, my body wanting more of what’s in front of me. The whole situation probably short-circuited my brain because, for the life of me, I can’t put two words together.

His hand comes up from the armrest, catching my attention. He turns it palm up, offering it to me. Derrick…I catch my lower lip with my teeth. My gaze meets his. Gone is the reserved man I’ve been sitting with the past few hours. There’s so much there I’ve never seen before. The heat. The hunger. The need.

l lift my hand, placing my fingers in his palm. He releases a breath, pulling me down to him, crushing our mouths together. Possession. Power. Strength. It’s that intoxicating mix that has me parting my lips, letting him take what he wants while reveling in my own body’s reaction.

My nipples are incredibly tight, pushing against the thick cotton of the borrowed T-shirt. I place a hand on his chest, trying to keep from landing on him. Every muscle on the solid plane tempts me to reach out and discover how they feel.

His hand runs down the side of my body, sending a flash of heat coiling into my belly. The shirt moves; his fingers are against my bare thigh, riding up. He captures my lip between his teeth, as if he’s the one biting down the way I do.

Releasing my lip, he cups my face, keeping me close enough that our breaths mingle. “Jesus, woman. You’re a walking temptation.”

My eyes widen. “I am?”

His smile turns wolfish as he brushes the underside of my breast. “You are.”

I’m suddenly conscious of every aspect of my body. Breasts, thighs, ass, legs… What exactly did I do to tempt the man who seems indifferent to every woman around him? I wasn’t even trying. If anything, I was trying my best to do the opposite.

“Come.” He leads me around the front of the seat, keeping the T-shirt riding high. His fingers move between my thighs, adding a gasp to the wetness running along my pussy.

He teases my slit as the material bunches up at his wrist. A whimper escapes me as I suck in a breath, needing more of his touch.

“Turn around,” he instructs, his voice gravelly.

I’m confused, but I obey, not voicing the question going through my head.

“Pull the shirt up to your hips.” He runs his fingers along the curve of my ass. His thumbs coming to hook under the material, lifting it to where cool air comes in underneath.

My imagination fills with the image of his face. In it, he’s fascinated as he looks at me. But a quick glance over my shoulder offers very little in the darkness.

“You have the most beautiful ass.” He squeezes me, his thumbs gliding beneath the fullest part of my butt.

Is he feeling that same curiosity I had, to set my hand on his chest?

He exhales, the warm breath blowing over me. My eyes widen. I didn’t realize he was that close. Then I have the unexpected brush of whiskers against my skin. My inner muscles clench. His lips touch me and the unmistakable feel of his tongue makes my breath shudder. He licks, his tongue a hard point as he comes up the fullest part of my cheek.

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