Finally, he shrugged out of his shirt. I was speechless. His skin was the color of spun gold and honey. I wanted to trail my tongue over the contours of his chest to see if he tasted as sweet, but again, I held back. The muscles in his arms rippled as his hands moved to the button of his slacks. His pants fell open and he let them drop from his lean waist to the floor. To my disappointment, he was wearing deep blue, silk boxers.
Jace grinned, devilishly, as he bent to hook his hand around the back of one ankle, flicking off the shoe, before doing the same to my other foot. Now that I was completely bared to him with not an article of clothing on my body aside from the small white-gold hoops in my ears, he kneelt between my legs. I watch, propped up on my elbows, as he picked up my leg, pressing feather-like kisses against my ankle before trailing a fiery path with his smooth lips up my leg. His movements were slow, agonizingly slow. My breathing was ragged, and my skin was hot as I watch him press his lips to the crevice of my thigh, scorching me. His hands moved to my inner thighs, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin as he moved to hook one arm around my thigh, while the other begins to caress the sensitive bundle of nerves at my sex. He bent his head, and I felt my eyes roll back, as my elbows gave out beneath me. His tongue flicked at my clit, prodding and stoking. I moaned in utter ecstasy.
"You taste so good, Olivia." He said. His words had just as much effect on me as his tongue lapping at my sensitive core. I feared I was in danger of melting beneath him.
"Jace,"
"Yes Olivia," he growled. "Tell me what you want."
"I want," I sighed. What in the world did I want?
"Tell me, Olivia." He commanded, sliding a finger deep inside me as he nudged my stimulated bulb with his tongue. My back arched as need swelled within me, building higher and higher, until the pressure was almost too much to endure.
"I want you, Jace." I cried as he pulled his finger from my folds, stoking me gently.
"You are so wet for me." He groaned as he kissed a trail over my stomach to my bared breasts. His tongue stroked the underside of my breast before he took the tip into his mouth, suckling gently as he worked my other breast with his hand. He pinched my nipple just enough to cause a sharp intake of breath to sound from my lips.
"Please, Jace," I cried, and his lips pulled into a smile as he lifted his head.
"Please what?" Jace asked wickedly. "What do you want?" He dipped his head to the crevice of my neck, nipping gently at my skin.
"Make love to me." I whispered, closing my eyes. He asked what I wanted, and well, this was it.
Jace stiffened instantly as he moved to hover over me. I kept my eyes pressed tightly shut, afraid to meet his gaze. "Open your eyes, Olivia." He commanded and I shook my head. I wished I could take back my words. They had been foolish. "I want to see you. Please, open your eyes."
Well, when he asked like that...I was helpless. I opened my eyes, feeling the warmth of my blush sting my cheeks painfully, as his blue gaze swept over my face. I felt the need to defend myself. "You asked what I wanted, Jace."
"I did." He nodded.
"You shouldn't ask questions you are not positive you can handle the answers to." I said, biting back the threat of tears. I would not cry in front of him. He was so close, and yet, so far away.
"I shouldn't." He conceded with a sigh. "I do not make love, Olivia. You need to understand that now, before we take this any further."
"Oh," It was the only word I could muster. I didn't trust anything more to come out steady and confident.
"Shit," he hissed as he dropped his forehead to mine. "It was never my intention to hurt you. If you do not want this, tell me now."
I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I could feel his eyes on my face, studying my reaction, but I didn't care. There was no way in hell I was walking away from Jace Rush after everything we had done, and still say I was a virgin. I was twenty-two and I had the only man who had ever made my body quake with need, hovering over me and ready to take me. I was ready. Whether he made love or he fucked, this was happening. Surely, I was mature enough to separate my emotions from my body's commands.
"I want this, Jace." I said, firmly, as I opened my eyes to meet his. My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed an emotion that could only be relief, wash over his face.
"Is it safe to assume you are not on birth control?" He asked.
Well, at least this was one thing I had right. "No. I am."
Anger lit his eyes and my stomach dropped. His hand moved to grip my hip beneath him. His fingers splayed possessively over the expanse of my hipbone. "Why would you be on birth control if you are not having sex?" His eyes narrowed. "Were you planning to do this with someone else?"