Winning the Heir Who Bullied Me Chapter 101

“I had no idea,” is the first thing Nathan says when I open the door for him later in the night.

I roll my eyes, stepping back into my room. “Whatever.”

He sighs. “Believe me, April. If I knew, I would have found a way to rig the selection. I’d pick you all three times if I could.”

I huff, plopping onto my bed. “Whatever.”

Bracing his hands on my bare thighs, Nathan parts my legs and falls to his knees between them. Does he *know* that action wreaks havoc in my system? Is that why he keeps doing it?

“April,” he says softly, his lips twitching, “are you mad at me for something I had no control over?”

I glare at a corner of the ceiling in the room, trying to ignore the fact that my insides are melting into a puddle at the contact.

Nathan slides his hands across, folding his arms on my thighs. Resting his chin on them, he blinks up at me. “Are we having our second fight?”

I exhale, still staring at the corner. “This isn’t a fight.”

His fingers dance on my thighs, tickling, scalding. “Is this you being jealous?”

I scoff.

He chuckles, and I finally look at him. “You’re *laughing?* How is it funny?”

Nathan’s grin doesn’t falter. “You’re freaking adorable.”

“If you’re not going to take me seriously, then—”

Nathan reaches up and kisses me.

My words die in my throat with an embarrassing squeak. He’s still beaming when he pulls back, his hands still gripping my thighs.

“I’m sorry I have to go on a date with another girl,” he says.

He’s so close that my breath fans his lips when I exhale. “It’s not just any other girl. It’s *Valerie*.”

She’s had her eye on him since day one. She has every credential the Ashfords are looking for. And now her chances of marrying Nathan have multiplied. I think of every scheme she has concocted previously—the knee brace credit theft, the act at the stables, my ruined dress—and just know she’s going to pull out her A-game for this date.

She was already bragging to whoever had ears that they might as well scrap the rest of Nathan’s dates since he picked his perfect match on the first try.

“Valerie is just any other girl to me, April,” Nathan says, leaning forward till there’s only a hair’s breadth distance between our lips. “Any girl that isn’t you is any other girl.”

“But—”

He kisses me again, harder this time. My arms unfold, and my hands grip his shoulder as my pulse skitters all over the place.

He nibbles on my lower lip, and my mouth opens for him, accepting his tongue. The rhythm is familiar now, yet still exciting and nerve-wracking.

A tremor runs through me when his hands, warm and firm, move up my thighs, pushing my cotton shorts up to my waist.

My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. My heart is pounding so loudly, I can barely hear our harsh breathing in the quiet room. Every nerve ending, every cell in my body is on fire, emanating from the heat in my lower belly.

Delicious lightning shoots up my body, and I gasp when Nathan grips my hips, and his thumbs press against the aching spot between my legs.

He stiffens and starts to pull back. I shift closer to him, searching for that delicious pressure again. “Don’t you dare stop,” I pant against his lips.

I feel his smile against my lips, and then he pushes himself forward, pressing me back into the bed.

His lips leave mine, pressing against my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. I bite my lip to stifle my moan when his fingers apply pressure between my thighs again.

He lifts his head, and our eyes lock. His have darkened like a forest in the night, and his throat bobs as he swallows. “Can I… I mean, do you want to…”

I can’t help the silly little giggle that slips out of me. “You’re freaking adorable.”

Nathan tries to glare at me, but the expression doesn’t really stick, quickly replaced by a dark look that feels like flames are licking my skin.

I pull him down by his collar and press a kiss to his lips. “Do whatever you want,” I whisper.

His hands grip the waistband of my shorts. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

I shake my head, feeling dizzy. “Never.”

Slowly, torturously, Nathan pulls my shorts down. I’m able to summon just enough brain power to lift my hips.

Painful awareness runs through me when I realize that I’m *naked* before Nathan Ashford. I mean, he’s seen my boobs, but this feels different, *more.*

“Fuck, April,” Nathan exhales, and I tremble when his warm breath hits me there.

“I—I don’t know if that’s bad or good.”

“Good,” he groans, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. The action intensifies the gnawing ache in my lower belly, and I resist the urge to clamp my thighs shut, which would inevitably trap Nathan's head between them.

That thought comes with a visual that makes me whimper.

Nathan climbs back over me and presses a tender kiss on my forehead.

“I want to make you feel good,” he says softly, and my breath hitches at the…*promise* in his words.

The wild sensations running through me have rendered me speechless, and all I can do is nod.

Still staring at me, not breaking eye contact, Nathan’s hand slips between us and presses against my entrance.

My eyes widen as my mouth falls open. His eyes never leave mine as his fingers explore me intimately. It’s like he’s studying me, clocking my reactions to see what works.

I feel like I’m under a microscope, exposed and vulnerable, but no part of me wants to close myself off. On the contrary, I want more. I want Nathan to see all of me, in and out.

I grip his arm tightly when his thumb presses against the sensitive, swollen bud between my thighs. My hips jerk erratically, and I’m biting my lip hard to stop myself from screaming.

All my receptors have gathered in my lower belly, winding and winding into a tight coil. It’s almost painful, but *fuck,* I don’t want it to stop.

Nathan leans down and kisses me. “Is this okay?” he murmurs, pressing down on my throbbing clit.

I gasp, closing my eyes as my hips jerk violently. “Shut u—”

He slides a finger into me, and stars explode behind my eyelids. He kisses me hard, muffling the scream that tears out of me.

Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced before zigzags through my body at the speed of light as it convulses violently.

Nathan’s fingers work inside me as my release tears through me. It feels like I’m falling off a cliff, my heart racing so hard, I’m scared it’s going to give out.

I’m panting hard into Nathan’s mouth, my chest rising and falling against his. The aftermath leaves me woozy and disoriented. If I weren’t already lying down, I would probably be in a weak heap on the floor.

I feel Nathan’s smile as he places two quick kisses on my eyelids, urging me to open my eyes.

“Was that supposed to make me forget that you’re going on a date with my arch-nemesis?” I ask, breathless.

He shrugs, bracing his hands on opposite sides of me. “Did it work?”

I lick my lips. “Nope.”

His eyes glint devilishly, and my breath hitches when he leans down, falling to his knees between my legs. I feel his breath on my sensitive flesh, and I shiver with anticipation when he says, “I guess I’ll have to try again.”