“Finally! Good for you, sister. How was it?”
Her cheeks felt so hot under her palms. “Awesome. Out of this world. I’m sore today.” One more peek inside, and her personal bodyguard was still right there…watching. “It’s like he knows just what I like. How to touch me and everything. I never knew it could be like this.”
“Lynnie, I’m so happy for you. This was sooo overdue. Please enjoy it. Do more of it, okay?”
More? “You think so?”
“Yes, absolutely. Enjoy this while you can. Look, I know you want to get me—get us—out of here. For that, I’m grateful. But I know you. You’ll bury yourself in research and not come up for air. Take breaks. Naked breaks.”
Lynée laughed, and Skye joined in. Her friend was probably right.
“I better go. Reed is giving me the eye. Hopefully, you can call me again soon. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She ended the call.
Skye told her not to stop. Maybe one night wasn’t enough. Maybe a little more of Jace would be good for her. To show her what she wanted in future relationships.
She furrowed her brows. She didn’t want to think about dating anyone just now. Not anyone else, anyway.
Jace watched Lynée serve a shrimp and pasta dish. This woman was a damn good cook. Whichever man she ends up with someday should be wildly ecstatic.
“Care for garlic bread?”
“Does a bear sh—” he stopped himself, “poop in the woods?”
She rolled her eyes and set the bread on the side of his plate.
All he could do was chuckle. God, this woman made him laugh. Seriously, he laughed almost every day now. When was the last time he’d experienced that? Before his dad died?
Didn’t matter. This investigation was turning up some incredibly fruitful information. If Carlos even thinks of stepping foot on US soil, DEA could have him locked up for at least a dozen life-sentences. And Jace owed so much of it to Lynée. She’d turned up evidence linking Cabello himself to multiple offshore bank accounts involved in the drug trade, as well as connecting many of his confederates to major drug drops. She even uncovered several bribe payouts to other agencies. A huge shitstorm was about to rain down on a lot of people. The woman was brilliant and funny and serendipitously was a lot less pissed at him.
He chuckled to himself. Only two weeks ago, her buttons were so damn sensitive, and he loved to push them. Look how far they’d both come.
“This is good.”
She smiled his way. “I’m glad you like it.”
When dinner ended, she stood to gather the dishes. “Why don’t you wait here. I have dessert for you.”
“I always have room for dessert.” He smiled.
After a few short minutes, Lynée returned. Her shirt missing.
“Oh, hell.”
Standing beside the table, she wore only snug faded jeans and a black and purple bra. She’d ditched the oversized sweater.
He loved what she was advertising now.
She stalked toward him, slowly dipping to her knees in front of him, grabbing the chair like he’d done twice before to her. The chair didn’t budge when she tugged.
He wanted to laugh how adorable she was.
“Help me out?” she asked playfully.
He scooted the chair to the side to face her.
Her hands rested on his knees as she slid them apart to shimmy between. “I’m giving a different kind of dessert tonight. Would you like to try it? This recipe is new to me.” She shrugged.
Damn! This wonderful woman was going to pleasure him tonight with her innocent, perfect mouth. His dick grew several inches, threatening to pop a stitch of his jeans.
“I have zero doubt that I will love whatever you give, Bell.”
She smiled wide. Her hands roamed up his jean-clad thighs. Licking her lips with concentration, she went to his button and zipper, and with a little fumbling, unfastened everything.
He shifted to help her reveal his impatient cock.
She gripped the waistband of his briefs and reached in to take hold.
Fuck me!
Her delicate hands were like heaven wrapped around his hungry dick. He swallowed hard.
Those beautiful pink lips leaned down and wrapped around his tip.
He groaned and let his head drop back.
She poked his slit with her tongue then laved at the underside, all the way down and all the way up. Sending jolts of energy through his body. Her tongue slipped up and over and around, never breaking away. Until her lips joined in. Wrapping tightly around the head, sliding up and down in concert with her fist.
The heat…the pressure…
“Fuck,” he breathed out. He opened his eyes long enough to take in the sight. His Tinkerbell on her knees, worshiping him with her puffy pink lips and looking up at him with beautiful green doe-eyes. This image would be branded on his mind forever.
The familiar tug on his nuts signaled the building inferno. He didn’t have much time left.
He stroked her cheek in silent praise, savoring the big force from that little mouth. “Bell,” he panted, “I’m about to blow. You may want to back away.”
But the vixen wouldn’t have it. She stroked and sucked harder.
Oh hell! He slammed his eyes shut and rode the monsoon wave that crashed through him. He growled through his release, as she squeezed the last drop from him.
With hazy eyes, he looked down at his Bell, watching her swallow and lick him one last time.
He was vaguely aware of her putting him back together, still drunk on the post-orgasmic euphoria.
“Dear God, Bell. Where did you learn that?” Although the second the question was out of his mouth, maybe he didn’t want to know.
“I told you. I read. A lot.” Her self-satisfied grin was well-earned.
He leaned forward, cupping her jaw and drawing her in. He claimed those precious, talented lips with the most insane feeling of gratitude he’d ever had.
He pulled back, meeting her gaze. “I have plans for us tomorrow. A little break. So when I come over in the morning, I want you wearing just your robe.”
Her cheeks bloomed with color. “You’re not spending the night?”
“Not tonight. I have something to do.” He rose and took her hand and then helped her to her feet. “But remember. The morning.”
She nodded and bit on her bottom lip.
He kissed her long and hard one last time. Then as he did every night, “Lock up behind me,” and he pulled her front door closed.
Jace walked out of Lynée’s house to his bike…on autopilot. His mind was a useless pile of jelly, sated and spent. He strapped on his helmet and could only think of Lynée’s fingers working his belt.
What was she doing to him?
This surprising woman had him in foreign territory. It was like a new level of awareness about things, a new level of interest. He simply couldn’t define it, but he knew he wanted more. For as long as it would last, he had to have more.
He retrieved his phone from his back pocket and waved at Simon in the patrol car. A quick search gave him just what he was looking for. With a press of a button, his Harley came alive.
Lynée’s palms turned sweaty, gripping her coffee cup.
Holy cannoli, Jace would arrive at any moment, and she couldn’t wait. She’d dreamt about him the prior night, evidenced by hot cheeks and a newly familiar ache between her legs. Although she slept hard, she woke up an hour earlier than usual, ready to tackle the world.
She nibbled a fingernail absently. What was it about this man? He made her want more, to see more and try more. Good gravy, she’d gone down on her knees and took him in her mouth. And it was so crazy hot. Seriously, the most exhilarating thing she’d ever done.
She stood in her kitchen, sipping coffee, in her bathrobe, as if it were like any other day.
But it wasn’t.
Is this normal?
She had no frame of reference. Things with Todd were good, but n
othing like this. They were more safe and content. With Jace, it was like bottle-rockets and sparklers igniting inside and not a soul around to witness the immensity of it. She wanted to scream it out to the world.
This was all so new. Like a strange glow from deep inside.
She needed a distraction. Thanksgiving was around the corner. She could host Thanksgiving dinner, praying Skye and Reed would be back by then. She pulled out her notepad and pen from the drawer and began to write a grocery list.
When the doorbell rang, she nearly jumped. She set down her pen and forced her feet to walk at an even pace toward the door.
Jace wore his usual denim and leather, his eyes deep chocolate as he scanned her from head to toe. Her stomach flipped. Without missing a beat, he scooped her in his arms.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him to hold on.
His lips crashed down on hers as he kicked the door close. He swung her around and pressed her against the door with the mere strength of his body, pinning her, body to body.
She pushed off his leather jacket from his shoulder. She did it to the other as he switched arms holding her. It amazed her how light she seemed in his arms.
Her hands instantly went to his chest, then his abs, tugging on his T-shirt to gain access to his hard body. She roamed freely, pushing his shirt higher.
“Tell me you have nothing on beneath that robe, sweetheart. Because all I could think about was you naked, spread out on your bed, flush from an orgasm,” he murmured against her neck.
“See for yourself,” she whispered, just as anxious.
He leaned back just enough to pull apart the tie at her waist, then yanked the fabric apart.
“Fuck me. Bell, your body is mine for the next hour.” He lifted her higher, bringing his hot mouth to her achy nipple.
“Ah,” she panted. Yes. This was just what she wanted. She had no idea she could want a man so much. She’d always been rather shy, raised to go after her dreams as quietly as possible. But with Jace, he helped her learn to want to be loud. To be reckless, even.
After Jace left, she may have an immense feeling of guilt, but for now, she wanted to savor everything he could give her. Could teach her.
Jace hauled her off the wall and made his way to the living room sofa. He set her on the cushions and, kneeling at her feet, kissed her again, long and deep.
She broke the kiss, panting, looking into his dark, sparkling eyes. “I want to undress you.”
“Be my guest.”
She pushed on his T-shirt, raising it over his etched abs to his broad chest.
He took it from there, grabbing the garment and sending it flying.
Her hands roamed his chest, fascinated by the sheer power the man held. So strong, yet so gentle with her. His silver cross sparkled at her. The metal was warm as she twirled the chain between her fingers. She placed several kisses on his pecs while her fingertips continued to explore.
A low growl escaped from deep in his throat.
She rose from the sofa and stepped around him, kissing his bicep, until she finally had a closeup view of his back. The vastness of his tattoos like art on display in a museum. She kissed him several more times. She never knew she could appreciate such…artwork.
Her fingertips traced the intricate design, fascinated by the intricacy. “Do they mean anything?”
“A bit. It’s evolved over the years. The shield represents a crusader. My father could see that in me, even though I didn’t see it myself. There are a few military symbols. The vines, of course, for Ivy.” He shrugged a shoulder.
“How long did it take?”
“Several months.” He moaned at her soft hands. “Bell, I’ve been looking forward to this since yesterday.”
She circled around to his front and started to work on his belt and fly. “Then we better not delay another minute.”
He helped her push against his jeans and briefs, and he rose to strip them off. Then he grabbed the lapels of her robe and pulled the garment to the floor. She stood naked in front of him.
Normally, this would frighten her half to death. Sex in her living room. Even though all the curtains were drawn, anyone could knock and catch them in the middle of it. But the glow in Jace’s eyes, the appreciation, gave her confidence not to be scared. She felt like a powerful, desired woman with Jace. She’d never felt that before.
“Jace.”
“I know, Bell, let me take you in.” He cupped the back of her neck and nibbled on her lips before diving in for more. A slow, passionate kiss he’d given her several times. She knew he was in no rush to plow through the day.
His kisses traveled down her neck to her breasts, licking and suckling at each nipple as his hands massaged her hips.
The slickness at her sex grew with each caress. She’d never experienced this deep yearning before, only with Jace.
“Sit on the couch, Bell.”
She did as he asked.
He knelt before her again, and with his hands on her thighs, stroking gently, he pushed her legs apart.
Cupping her breast, he sucked in a nipple and toyed with the hard peak while his fingers caressed his thighs.
The ache between her legs intensified. Jace languished over her other breast, but his fingers never ventured where she needed him most.
“Bell, I could lose myself in your breasts every night,” he murmured against her skin.
She leaned back, resting her palms on the cushion, letting her head drop back and savoring the blessed torture.
His hands and lips never stopped moving, slowly exploring her body in the most delicious way. His kisses then traveled south, over her belly and along the inside of her thighs, finally stopping over her core.
“Mm. Jace.”
He laved through her center to her clit, leisurely massaging her little nub, compelling it to grow under his touch. As he inserted a finger, she nearly lost her mind.
He teased her mercilessly for several moments, before grabbing her hips and pulling her forward to the edge, where he had more access.
Holy Moses! She couldn’t remember ever feeling so exposed, not that it mattered. The pressure at her sex grew to new heights, and a small trickle escaped.
She watched his face as Jace laid claim to her sex—his tongue exciting her clit, his fingers exploring her depths. He looked like he’d just dived into heaven.
The sensations overwhelmed her, and she squirmed under his attention, trying to keep from climaxing too soon. He knew exactly what her body responded to most, and he exploited it mercilessly.
Those intense coffee eyes looked up at her, his mouth still suckling her center. Those irises practically teased her, daring her to burst on his tongue. And that was it. His eyes were all it took before the flood gates broke free. Her orgasm crashed through her nerve endings and exploded, the current carrying to every corner of her body.
“Jace!” she cried.
He removed his fingers and kissed her skin as her panting slowly calmed.
The familiar sound of a condom wrapper pulled her eyes open.
In a beat, he turned her body to lay completely flat on the couch. He hovered over her, kneeling just below her. The lust in his eyes matched the flush of his cheeks. So stunning. His hands clasped her knees. As he held her gaze, he slowly pushed inside her and groaned.
She reached for his strong round shoulders, pulling him to her lips. The connection exquisite as he moved inside her, gently rocking.
“Jace,” she breathed over his lips.
“Don’t think, Bell. Just feel.”
That was all she could do. This was nothing like she’d ever felt before. She swore Jace actually touched her soul as well. Caressed and cherished her soul.
As he dove in deeper, sweat gathered on his brow. “Are you okay?” His voice shook.
She wasn’t able to find her voice at all. All she could do was nod because any second she’d start to cry. This rapturous feeling was almost too much. The coil tightened so strong inside her, there
was no hope for it. She let go of her orgasm, letting it wash over her like some glorious gift from heaven.
Jace dropped his head in the crux of her neck, his beard caressing her skin. He growled from his own climax.
When he pulled out, he shifted her to cradle her from behind and wrap her into his warm naked body. They lay together in silence on the sofa, regaining their balance on the world, and holding back reality for a little longer. Any words at this point would dull the moment between them.
In her mind, she knew. He touched her deep inside and opened up a love that had been trapped inside for years.
But she didn’t dare speak that aloud. Jace would go back to his career and leave Cascade Creek, and she would have to find a way to move on. For now, all she could do was stroke his arms swaddled around her breasts.
Jace broke the silence, his breath hot against her ears. “I don’t want you to go anywhere without me. I don’t want you alone at any point.”
She stopped. “What? Why not?”
His arms tightened around her. “It’s not safe, Lynée. Promise me. Nowhere without me.”
Processing his words took her a few extra seconds. He’d gone back to protector-mode; she forced herself not to feel like a supervised child. “Okay.”
He raised up on his arm and pecked the top of her head. “Thank you. Now, put on some warm clothes.” He lifted his insanely toned and muscular body off her sofa to dispose of the condom and retrieve his jeans. “Do you have a leather jacket?”
What? “Um, yeah.”
“Great. Wear that too.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He grinned. Combined with his tousled hair and plump lips, the combination nearly took her breath away. Again.
She grabbed her robe from the floor and retreated upstairs to dress. Her puffy jacket was warmer for the winter, but she relented and pulled her leather coat from her closet, along with a fresh pair of jeans and a cashmere sweater. A few minutes later, she walked into the living room to find Jace standing by the door.
“Beautiful. All set?”
“Now, will you tell me where we’re going?” She hooked her bag over her shoulder.
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