Page 21 of King's Heir of Hate

She knew that he had heard her come in and she also knew, simply at a glance, that he was bracing himself against this intrusion.

He probably wanted her to say something now so that he could send her away again.

Esme would bite her tongue in half before she did anything of the kind.

Besides, she could think of far greater uses of her time. And her poor tongue. She glided across the room toward him and could see herself coming in the window’s reflection. So she knew he could see her too.

He turned to face her as she came closer, no longer wearing the majestic suit with all its regalia that he’d worn out tonight. Now he wore a T-shirt and lounging trousers, yet both of them were made of a fabric so exquisite that she could see the way it fell—lovingly and caressingly—against his body from across the room.

It was even better up close. So was he.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he growled at her.

But all she did was smile at him.

Esme went up to him and stopped just before another step would send her catapulting into his body. She could feel the heat he gave off, as if he was a furnace. He smelled like the shower he must have just taken, a fragrant sort of damp that made her feel a bit damp herself.

She took a breath, because she wanted to remember every moment of this. No blurriness, no alcohol, no crushing grief—and the silence that made everything that much better. That made it all so muchhotter.

That somehow made everything roaring here between them as stark and undeniable as she remembered it from the night they met.

Then, holding Tadeo’s gaze, Esme knelt down before him and watched those blue eyes of his burst into flame.

Chapter Six

HIS EYES, SO FULLof fire and need, told her everything she needed to know.

Esme knelt up and slid her palms along his powerful thighs. As she did, she could not mistake the thick impression of his cock or the way it pressed out against the soft fabric of those lounging trousers of his.

He was so big. So hard. He made her mouth water.

Still holding his gaze, she rubbed her cheek against the length of it. And listened to the telltale sign of his breath as it sighed out of him, as if against his will.

But Esme knew the sound of this man’s surrender when she heard it.

Just as she knew the way it echoed inside her, making her feel shivery and magical, bright with yearning in every last cell.

She put her mouth on him, through the fabric, and smiled against him when he jerked. Though he did not push her away. She could feel the tension in him, but if anything, he pressed himself toward her mouth, not away from it.

Esme worked her way up until she could peel the waistband of his trousers down and free him at last. Then she used both of her hands to take him out of the trousers, fully. She sighed a little, happily, sitting back on her heels. She let her hands do what they liked, relearning the shape of him, the heavy weight, the bold heat.

Then she wrapped her hands around him, knelt up high again, and took him in her mouth.

She heard him groan but better yet, she couldfeelit. Then he did it again, the sound even deeper and more raw, like the fire was taking him under.

Like he was already burning alive.

And then his hands were in her hair. He took the thick length in his fists and held her head where he liked it as she licked and sucked and gave herself over to the sheer, dizzying glory of this.

To the sounds he made in the back of his throat and the hint of salt on her tongue as he surged into her mouth.

Esme could feel her whole body respond to the taste of him. To his excitement. To the delicious tension she could feel all through his long, rangy body and the fists in her hair.

She could tell the exact moment he gave himself over to her, completely. When he stopped even pretending to fight, or hold back, or keep himself apart from her in any way. When he stopped doing anything but this.

There was another raw, rough sound and then everything was sensation—so hot, so intense, sothem—until he flooded her mouth with the essence of him.

Esme tilted her head back, swallowed him all down, and then smiled up at him. She didn’t wipe away the tears that had gathered in her eyes and trekked down her cheeks, her body’s usual reaction to taking him so deep in her mouth.