All Good Things(38)

That is what he had to say to my outburst? Well, screw him! "I really don't care how pissed off you are, Jace." I turned away from him and started marching toward my clothes that were still on the floor where I had willingly stripped for him. My cheeks flamed, as I recounted my earlier behavior. What had gotten into me? Oh right, Jace had.

His hand shot out to close the space between us, and his fingers wrapped tightly around my arm. "Where are you going?"

"I already told you I'm going home."

"And, I already told you, you aren't." Jace pulled my arm back toward his chest, forcing my body to tumble against his hot, warm chest. I tried to ignore the effects his hard body had over mine. But, the moist heat between my legs and the ache in my belly were more than demanding. My body screamed for his at the same time my mind ordered me to run faster and farther than I had ever run before. I didn't know which demand I was supposed to listen to.

Jace's hand remained stiff, and possessive, on my arm while his free hand moved to the hem of his shirt I wore, travelling up over my naked belly to the heavy underside of my breasts. I moaned. "Let me go, Jace." I begged, pathetically, at the same time as I rolled my hips against his hardness.

"You don't want me to, Angel." Jace spoke low in my ear, as his fingers inched up to my breast. He flicked my nipple, causing a gasp to escape from between my lips. His hand stretched to cover my entire breast, and he squeezed, only hard enough to make my stomach clench with need. "Admit you want me."

I shook my head from side to side against his chest. "I want to leave."

Jace didn't bother taking my words to heart; rather he took them as a challenge. He tugged at my nipple, pulling it too roughly and I shivered, my knees felt weak. I slumped against him. He rolled the swell of my breast between his thumb and forefinger; eliciting another reluctant moan from deep in my throat. What was he doing to me? I should be stronger than this.

"Tell me you want me, Angel." Jace commanded.

"No, Jace..." I whispered as his hand moved over my stomach. "I don't want you." I moaned. His fingers dipped into the band of my panties before stopping, rubbing small circles against my skin. "I can't want you."

"You can want me." Jace growled. "I will give you anything you need. Just tell me and it's yours."

His fingers danced over my skin, teasing me. I wanted him to run his fingers south. I wanted him to touch me where I needed him most. I wanted him to release whatever this was built up within me, but I knew he wouldn't. He wouldn't continue until he received permission...but, he wouldn't stop teasing me either. Oh, I was weak when it came to him. My resolve melted away and I leaned my head back against his chest, as I closed my eyes.

"I want you to touch me, Jace."

"Where, Angel?" His whispered words against my ear made the ache in my core so much hotter.

"I want you to touch my clitoris. I want your fingers inside of me." I couldn't believe he made me speak my desires aloud. The blush that bloomed in my chest spread quickly to my hairline. I was just happy Jace was behind me, unable to see the burn in my cheeks.

"As you wish." Jace growled in my ear as his finger moved deeper into my panties, sliding into the slick folds. He hissed in a breath. "You are so wet for me, Angel." His finger massaged my clit, circling the bulb at the same time one of his other fingers moved slowly inside me, filling me. I moaned and my skin heated as he pulled his finger out slowly before plunging in again. His hand moved from my arm to my hip, holding my bucking body in place as he worked me with his fingers. His invasion was hot and I couldn't refrain from moaning his name continuously as he worked me.

Jace slipped another finger deep inside me and I felt my body quiver, as it stretched to accommodate his delicious intrusion. "You are so tight." He quickened his pace and my body tightened. "Come for me, Angel." He instructed, and as though on queue, my body bowed, eager to fulfill his command. His hand on my hip held me tight to his body, as I came unraveled in his hand. His fingers stroked me gently, as he pulled from the folds, slipping his hand from my panties.

My skin was flushed and my knees were weak. My body was exhausted and satisfied, but my mind was wide-awake. What had I done?

Jace placed his hands against my waist as he turned me to face him. He turned until my back was against the wall. "Do you still want to leave Angel?"

Did I? No, I wanted to stay with him, but I knew I should leave. He was not good for me. He obviously held a power over me I could not diffuse, and that, in itself, made him dangerous to me. I should walk out his door and never look back...but I couldn't.