All Good Things(32)

His hand slid between my legs, moving against the smooth, wet folds, in his perusal to locate my clitoris. Every nerve within my body had been stimulated. My core ached and my knees shook.

"Breathe." Jace commanded and I immediately hissed in a deep breath.

His fingers worked to separate the folds. He located my clit with an expertise that made me blush and rubbed the ball between his thumb and forefinger. Instantaneous pressure built up within me as he massaged the nub, working me with his fingers and the gel. Jace brought his free hand to my lower back before sliding his hand to my hip, holding me in place as he moved a finger deep inside of me...where no one had gone before.

"You're so fucking tight." He roared and I moaned out at his delicious invasiveness, bucking with need as he remained holding my hip firmly in place. While continuing to massage the bead of nerves between my legs, he worked my hot core. His finger slid in and out of my folds, moving proficiently as a pressure unlike anything I have ever known built up within me. It was so deliciously painful I cried out. I was going to come. I stretched my hands over the leather of the chaise, trying to gain some semblance of control, but the effort was lost. In this moment, Jace owned me.

"Do not come, Olivia." Jace warned as he continued his delectable assault on my body. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moaned loudly. How was I supposed to stop myself when he was doing this? I couldn't.

The pressure was too much. It built inside of me, begging for release as I clawed to hold it in. His finger bent inside of me, just so, as he stroked the walls of my most private place, and I cried out. "Jace," A moan, accompanied his name on my mouth as my body tightened. My body bucked and quivered only moments before my legs went stiff. My toes curled as sweet relief rushed through me.

Jace pulled his hand from between my legs and I whimpered at the lost contact. The hand that held my hip moved to my stomach and he pulled me up to stand against his chest. The hand that had worked me with perfect precision, only moments before, went back to work with a diligence that surprised me. My head lolled back against his shoulder, as he kissed my neck. In the distance, my panting moans sounded needy, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. I was too far gone.

"Exactly how experienced are you, Olivia?" Jace asked against my ear and I stiffened slightly, but his fingers didn't stop his stroking. He was building me up for another orgasm.

"Limited." I breathed, as I ground my hips against the bulge in his pants. His groan sounded strangled in my ear and I smiled, rolling my hips back against his hard erection once again. I wished he were naked. I wanted to feel him against me.

"How limited?" Jace demanded.

"I have never done this before, Jace." I replied, deciding on the truth. I had a pressing suspicion he already knew.





Chapter 7

Jace didn't respond for a long moment as his hand continued moving against the swell between my folds. It was still very stimulated. Abruptly, he pulled away and the air that assaulted my back was cold where his warm body had been. I wanted him back. The feeling of his body against mine had made me feel complete in a way I had never been before.

"Turn around." His voice was a guttural command. I turned slowly, fearful I would see judgment in his eyes, but I didn't. Instead, there was a hot desire pooling in his depths that almost made me orgasm at the sight. God, would I ever get enough of this man? If I had him a thousand times...would it be enough to sate the need that clawed within?

Jace closed the distance between us in one long stride. His fingers weaved into my hair as his mouth crashed down on mine. His lips moved with an agonized need against mine as he steered me backward across the room toward the bed. I let him guide me as I closed my eyes, adrift in the bliss of my senses because of him.

His tongue explored my mouth, pressing against mine in hungry strokes I met, with what I believed, was equal intensity. When my legs bumped the back of the lily-gloss bed frame, his lips began a gentle caress against mine. "I am weak." Jace sounded haunted against my lips as he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth, suckling it, before biting hard enough to earn a sharp gasp from me in reply. "I should have walked away a long time ago. I never should have let myself peruse you. It was wrong."

I shook my head, protesting his irrational words as I tried to fight the haze of my mind. "No."

"I'm not good for you." He broke away from me as he slowly laid me on the bed. His eyes were tense and filled with desire, as they trailed over my body, moving aguishly slow. "But, I'll be damned if I let you go now."

A smile pulled at the corners of my lips as I watched his fingers move to unbutton the black dress shirt. My stomach muscles clenched with a familiar need I was beginning to associate with Jace. Inch by inch, he exposed golden skin I wanted desperately to touch. My fingertips twitched, but I remained on the bed where he had laid me, and watched as the demand within my core for him grew. I feared for my sanity as I watched Jace's eyes on my face. I feared this man would be my undoing. He had the power to rob me of my heart, and I was too overcome with need, to stop him. I decided then I didn't care. If I lost myself to him completely, I would worry about it then. I would make love to him now, because I had a sinking suspicion this might be the only time I was allotted the chance.