She sat down on the end of the flowered comforter.
Her body trembled and ached. Finally, she would have what she craved. Her gaze stayed on him, not capable of looking away—not wanting to miss one thing. He reached down and dragged his shirt from his body. The only word she could conjure in her fuzzy mind that described him perfectly was ‘remarkable.’ Toned muscles coiled under smooth, tanned skin. He was heartstoppingly gorgeous. His hair was a mess and his blue eyes told a story that made her shiver in anticipation. She watched silently as he toed off his boots, then pulled off his socks, all the while watching her with promise. His jaw softened and he smiled. “Are you taking the pill?”
She liked how he thought of important things, even when his body was hard with need. “I-I stopped taking them after, well, when I caught my ex cheating. I didn’t feel the need because…you know…I wasn’t out searching. Which really sounds silly and immature now that I said it aloud.” Realizing she was rambling, she closed her mouth tight. “I’m sorry. I guess I must be irresponsible for not taking contraception. What adult woman doesn’t. I mean, I’m sure there are—”
He placed his finger against her lips. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s not just your responsibility. You don’t need to explain anything to me.” He grabbed his wallet, pulled out two foil packets and placed them on the nightstand. “Suddenly, two doesn’t seem nearly enough.” His gaze turned intent again, gobbling her up with blue, excited orbs.
“I haven’t slept with a man in a long time.” She skimmed her gaze down the brownish comforter with splashes of color. “I’m a little rusty.”
“Are you planning to sleep?” One corner of his mouth lifted, teasing her.
Swallowing against the thickness in her throat, she chuckled lightly as she swept her gaze down his partially naked body. “No. Not a wink.”
He strolled across the short space…confident, bold, sexy, amazing. Her heart pumped her blood fast and she could barely catch her breath. Desire, unyielding and heated, pooled in her core, warning her that she was about to experience something she’d never known before. Something so monumental that she’d never erase it from her memory, not that she would want to. When he stopped, standing before her, looking down with a heated gaze, she could only look up at him, her mind falling over itself.
“I want to see your body.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled the material from her. She instinctively covered her breasts that were hidden in the black, lacy bra. She was grateful she’d worn her best lingerie. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful. So sweet.” He tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. Such a gentle touch for a brawny man.
Dropping her hands, her nipples tightened as his gaze lingered on her breasts. She licked her bottom lip, noticing how his eyes dazzled like diamonds.
“You couldn’t possibly understand how much I want you, how much I’ve wanted you.” He caressed her chin with the pad of his callused thumb. It triggered a wave of heat rolling through her, landing in her toes, almost knocking off the pink polish.
The deepest, most sensitive part of her clenched and throbbed. The feeling was almost painful as if it had been confined for far too long. A beast being set free. Her lids closed naturally as she allowed her body to drift into the amazing sensation, but she quickly opened them, not wanting to miss one second, one action. He was staring at her, hypnotizing her with a magnetic draw that she had no defense against, no plan of self-protection. He leaned in and kissed her, soft and slowly. He continued a path of gentle nibbles and kisses along her jawline, her neck, licking the dip between her collar bones where her pulse raced like the wild bull he rode. He unclasped her bra and the thin material fell to her lap. He took a step back, sweeping his pensive gaze down her. With any other man, she thought she’d be self-conscious, but the way he looked at her with such satisfaction and admiration, she found she liked being the target of his attention. She felt beautiful.
“Oh, Jessa.” He sucked in a deep breath. “Your breasts are beautiful. Pale and flawless. Nipples so pink and hard.”
Really? He likes my small breasts? Wade had told her several years ago that she should invest in breasts implants. She’d considered it, but after careful thought, she realized she’d regret doing the surgery. People should love her voice, not her body, except right now, she wanted Jace to love her body, every inch of it.
He threaded his fingers into her hair as if taking in the softness. “I love your hair. Love how silky it feels.” Both his hands were in her tresses, grasping, massaging her scalp. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the amazing feeling. Then his lips were on hers, his tongue coaxing her lips to open as he slipped in and tasted her. His moan vibrated her body, the tremor reaching into her very center. He knelt between her legs and she spread wide to accommodate his size, feeling his heat penetrating through the denim of her shorts. His arms slipped around her, one hand sliding down her back to her bottom while the other continued to wreak pleasure on her senses, still massaging her sensitive scalp. She was no resistance to the need spiraling through her. His hand molded over the shape of her bottom, squeezing and rubbing, his erection growing against her inner thighs. She wished he would get rid of the rest of their clothing, but she couldn’t find her voice to ask him.
Her body was a riot of new sensations. She wanted him so badly, desperate to know how their bodies connected. Digging her fingers into his back, she clung to him, holding on against the chaotic waves ponding her. She wanted to know all of him and moved her hands to his broad shoulders, down his thick biceps. He was strong, muscular, reminding her of a Viking. She moved her hands up into his hair, running her fingers through the thick mass, loving how the unruly waves bounced in her palms.
He groaned and stood, pulling her up with him. She could barely grasp what would come next, but she was along for the ride…literally. His fingers came to her waist, unclasping the button and sending her shorts falling to her ankles and were caught by her boots. His fingers tangled in the silk and lace of her panties and he leisurely dragged them down her quivering legs, kneeling before her as he pulled them lower. She half expected him to push her back onto the bed and hurry to the next step, but he remained on his knees. He inhaled sharply and his eyes turned glossy.
“Your scent is an aphrodisiac.”
Taking her hips in his large hands, he ran his tongue along the circle of her navel, swirling his tongue in and out of the dense cavern, before nibbling one hip, then gave the other the same attention.
“Oh my,” she murmured.
Seeing him kneeling before her, his dark head a contrast against her pale skin, ignited every cell in her body. The feeling of his mouth licking and nibbling couldn’t be described. She tugged at his hair sending him a silent message. He looked up at her through thick lashes, his eyes now a darker blue. Without taking his gaze from her, he glided his hands to her bottom, clutching the quivering cheeks in his palms. Still holding her gaze, he leaned in and kissed her pubic bone. The breath swept from her lungs when he glided his nose along the seam of her, inhaling deeply with his eyes closing as if he’d been given an exotic drug.
“That scent. There’s nothing that compares.” A look of pure pleasure washed over his expression and she felt her knees weaken.
There was nothing more she wanted now than to have his tongue on her, licking her most sensitive spots. So, when he gently pushed her back onto the bed, her ankles bound by her clothing, she gasped a moan of disappointment.
Still on his knees, he took one boot off, followed by the sock. When there was a long hesitation, she lifted on elbows at the same time he slid the backs of his knuckles along the instep of her foot. She jerked, but he kept her steady with his other hand on her ankle. She’d never had anyone touch her feet and a sliver of insecurity slithered down her spine, but was almost instantly exchanged for a bittersweet sensation. If this wasn’t excruciating enough, he joined his tongue with his fingers and licked her instep, then scraped his teeth along the s
ensitive skin, almost bringing her off the bed. She fell backward and moaned. His teasing chuckle made her shiver. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
He removed the other boot and stood, pulling off her shorts and panties until she was completely naked, completely vulnerable to whatever this man wanted from her. She looked up at him, catching him staring at her.
“You’re lovely. I can’t wait to be inside of you, but I’ve got to take this slow, explore you like a treasure.”
Shit. The husky tone of his voice almost made her come. There wasn’t anything about this man that she could consider a disappointment. He was everything a woman could want—she could want.
“Show me what you like, Jessa,” he urged.
“Huh?” She wasn’t sure she was hearing right with the buzz of desire in her ears.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You’ve never brought yourself to orgasm?”
She swallowed roughly. “Well, yes, but…”
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart, not with me.”
Could she deny him anything?
Probably not.
Shyly, she moved her hand to her inner thighs, touching the warm, sleek lips that trembled. She held his gaze, watching them grow darker, wilder by the second.
Her cry was so profound she couldn’t believe it came from her.
Rolling her fingers along the moist seam, she found the most sensitive part of her and tweaked the silken nub, shifting her hips.
“Fuck. You’re driving me wild.” His voice was rough and raspy. With a jerky motion, he undid his jeans and pushed them down his thick thighs. His erection was large and thick, the head shiny with a pearl of cream. He leaned over her, grasping each of her ankles and spreading her legs wide as he crawled into the bed and knelt between her legs. He was close, warming her with his heat as she squirmed, wanting him to rip the sheets with her.
“Ah, stop moving or you’ll send me over the edge, beautiful.” He left a quick kiss on her lips, then a path down her body until he found her treasure that she was still fondling.
He wants me to be still? Now how do I do that? Her body naturally wriggled.
He was so close to putting her fire out. Right where she was full of need, but he wasn’t plunging his tongue into her body. Instead, he teased her inner thighs with nibbles and kisses. The fire grew within her, filling her with a need that vanished all logic. She dug into the sheet with her nails to keep from ripping at his back and arms like a wild animal. Hovering over her, he kissed one breast, suckling the hard nipple deep into his mouth.
“I’m caught between an explosion and tornado. Every which way I turn, I’m going to go down fast,” he murmured. She felt his fingers between her legs and she jerked and moaned. Her breasts swelled along with her clit. He glided his finger along the slit. “Wet and ready,” he moaned.
Swirling his large finger around her clit, he blew on her nipple and she arched her back. He smiled, taking pleasure in her pain. He tugged at the nipple, rolling it gently until it was dark pink, and thick. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She couldn’t remember being so ready ever before. All she could do was clutch at the sheet tighter as he tugged and touched.
“I want to see you come.” He continued his heated assault on her body. Her nipples were nearly burning under his deft mouth while her core sung in a sweet tune of pleasure and agony. She knew he wouldn’t stop until she crossed that invisible magical boundary.
“I need you!” She’d plead if necessary.
Tingles developed low in her stomach, spreading like molasses downward, puddling in her core, then slowly easing down her legs. What the hell?
“Yes. I can feel the tremors on my fingers.” He dipped two fingers inside her passage and she clenched him. “Let it go. Give it to me.”
His mouth closed around her nipple and she fell apart like glass being shattered into a thousand pieces. Convulsions, one after another, took hold of her body. She cried out, forgetting the neighbors in the room next door. But she didn’t care. She didn’t have the capacity to care about anything except riding the heated waves of the orgasm taking shape.
When the spasms finally ceased, she relaxed against the bed, overwhelmed in the amazing feeling remaining in her body. Now she knew the difference between an orgasm and a mind-blowing orgasm. He looked down at her with an award-winning smile. She felt like she should thank him, but it would be totally inappropriate. He knew what he’d done to her.
“I love how responsive you are.” He kissed her lightly on the lips.
She was busily trying to gather herself as she descended from the orgasm when his finger was on her again, circling her clit. He moaned and closed his eyes.
“You’re so freaking wet. I can’t wait to have you.” He pushed his finger inside her, and she felt her muscles tighten again. He pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. He had become the controller and she was the remote as he controlled every feeling in her. She couldn’t complain. She liked how he governed her emotions, learning her body and what she craved. But holy cow. How much could she take before she imploded?
He reached over, grabbed one of the foil packets and quickly ripped it open. He covered his large erection with the condom, then was back between her legs, spreading them wide. He was a well-endowed man. Was she surprised? No.
He hovered over her, demanding that she meet his gaze. His jaw was clenched, his eyes full of emotion. “Are you ready?”
“Readier than you could ever know.”
“Oh, I think I have an idea.” He brought his hand up and licked his finger.
She shivered under him. “Please. Now.”
“Pull your knees high, baby.” He positioned himself at her opening. In one swift thrust of his lean hips, he slammed into her wet passage.
She arched as he filled her, a pleasure unlike any other held her in its mercy. She wanted it to continue.
His breathing turned harsh, his groans turned wild.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured.
Her body adjusted to the intrusion, accommodating his size.
“I’ve got to move, sweetheart,” he hissed.
“Yes.” She buried her fingers into his back as she wrapped her legs around his ass. He moved with exquisite slowness, his eyes closed and his mouth tightened. She pressed against him, her sensitive nipples beading as another orgasm climbed her limbs.
“Are you coming again, baby?” He breathed against her neck.
“Yes, more.” Her body was on autopilot and she saw stars as she closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to consume her.
His moving became faster, needier. He shifted on his elbows, easing himself in and out, slamming against her. His speed picked up even more. He pounded away, mercilessly. She lifted her bottom, meeting her hips with his, pound for pound. Flesh slapping against flesh. His hands grasped her thighs, clutching her, using her as leverage as his thrusts tightened. More spasms built in her, coaxing her to let go again and again. Their bodies grew slick with sweat as they slid against each other. Breaths meeting breaths. Moans interweaving with moans.
“I’m going to come. Come with me, Jessa.” His words unraveled her, exploding tiny bursts of pleasure splintering through her body. He called out her name again and it barely reached her through the fog as she still clung to him, floating somewhere between two worlds. All she knew was Jace and this magnetism between them.
He thrusted harder, quivering, and a moan escaped his tight lips. He released and relaxed against her.
Her heart was pounding and she was panting, all while she listened to the thrumming of his heart beating fast. Her thoughts were in a chaotic circus, wrapping her brain around how fantastic the sex was. His forehead was pressed against her, he breathed in her breaths and she could tell he was trying to gather control of his own breathing. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, soft blue eyes that warmed her soul. He pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, then slowly eased hi
mself from her body, ridding himself of the used condom.
Her passage was tingling.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he laid down beside her, drawing her into the nook of his body.
“I’m wonderful.” She snuggled into the heaven of his arms and chest.
He tucked a piece of hair off her face. “It’s been a while.”
“Same here.”
She cuddled closer and her body reminded her of jelly in a cup. She hadn’t felt so relaxed in so long. She’d had more orgasms with him than she’d had with her prior lovers combined. “I had no clue what my body was capable of,” she admitted.
“What was it like, sweetheart?”
“Violently pleasurable. Satisfying. Spellbinding.”
“Oh, that’s all?” He laughed.
He was gorgeous with his unruly hair and sexy eyes.
“Yeah, and I’d like to do that again.”
His rich laugh vibrated his chest. “Is that so?” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I knew you’d be responsive, which excites me.” He rolled her over onto her back and hovered above her. “You really are beautiful.” He skimmed his roughened palm along her skin.
*****
Jace was blown away by the woman he held in his arms. Lying next to her was heavenly, amazing. He was falling and that was something he would never have expected, not with Jessa Garvey.
He rolled her to her side and slid behind her. His cock was hard again, so soon after he’d had an orgasm. “Do you want it again?” he whispered in her ear. He left kisses along her neck, nape, and silken shoulders. Caressing her smooth skin.
He moved his hand down her slender waist, to her shapely hip and down her firm thigh to the back of her knee, lifting it enough so that he could tuck his hips between her thighs. Bringing his hand around, he stroked her clit, excited that she was still wet.
“I’m going to take you like this, baby.” She was intoxicating. He wasn’t sure he could ever get enough. His cock grew longer and thicker, and he wanted to sink himself inside her. Continuing to circle her clit with his finger, her breathing turned to pants and her arching sent her firm bottom pressing into him.
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