All Good Things(39)

"No." I shook my head. "I don't want to leave."

Jace cocked his head to the side. He towered over me, as I stood encompassed by him against the wall with nowhere to run, but somehow, I still felt safe. "What do you want then?"

I stared up at him, meeting his experienced blue eyes that were filled with amusement. "I don't know what I want." My voice shook and I cursed my sudden girly feelings. I was just, so confused, by him. What did he want with me? I didn't know where I stood with him...and I was fully aware, a man as powerful, and as handsome as him, could have any woman in New York...why me?

A frown tugged at his features, threatening to revoke him of his cocky grin. He studied my face and his hands, that were still placed possessively against my waist, slid to my back, peeling me from the wall. He tugged me against his chest, holding me against him with one hand, as his other held my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Come with me." Jace curled his hand around my wrist as he tugged me across his bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. He opened the door and flicked on the lights. They were not the harsh lights I had come to expect from bathrooms. These were dim and they cast a romantic hue over the room.

I stood in the center of the room as Jace moved to the shower. The walls were dark tile with speckles of shimmering cerulean. The floor and shower was decorated with the same dark tile. The jetted tub was large enough to fit at least four people. He leaned over and turned the water on. It was such a dark space, but it had been elegantly designed, just like the rest of his penthouse. It was gorgeous.

Jace leaned into the shower and turned on the water before turning to look back at me. "Take off your clothes."

I raised my brows. It was beginning to bother me how turned on I got by his bossiness. I should be irritated with him, but, in reality, I just wanted more. My shaky fingers moved slowly to the buttons of his shirt, and, one by one, I popped them through the holes. When the shirt was hanging open, I pursed my lips and stared at Jace who appeared content to just stand there in his pants and watch me.

"Are you planning to stand there and watch me shower?" I asked. I was frustrated with the hint of fear that sounded in my voice. There was no way I was allowing that to happen.

Jace smiled. "No."

"Then, what are you going to do?" I pulled his shirt closed, hiding within the material. The room was starting to fill with steam and I would have much preferred to be naked, but I was not going to stand here bared to him again. I had already given him enough of myself for one night. If I gave him any more, I was afraid I would be a shell of a woman when I finally found the ability to walk away from him.

"I'm going to shower with you, Olivia." He stated. "Now, please get in the shower."

"What if I don't want you to shower with me?" I challenged.

His eyes blazed as he stalked across the room. "Do not deny me if you have to deny yourself."

God, this man was overly full of himself...but, he was right. I did want him...again, and if I denied him, then I denied myself my body's desires. I just had to figure out a way to sever my heart's connection to my body's interpretations of Jace's intimate touch. It really shouldn't be that hard. Men do it every day...so, why couldn't women?

I let the shirt fall open, as I shrugged it from my shoulders. The material dropped to the floor. "You're right." I slipped my thumbs into the lace of my panties and tugged them from my hips. "Denying you would be denying me...and, tonight, I'm being selfish."

"I might like this side of you." Jace grinned, as I walked past him to step into the warm water of the shower. I dipped my head back, reveling in the feel of the water soak through my hair. This was just what I needed to work the tension from my body so I was ready for whatever Jace had planned for me.

I watched as Jace tugged on the draw strings of his pants before they slid from his waist to expose the most beautiful penis I had ever seen. He was large and hard. I couldn't help the widening of my eyes as I stared at him. How the hell he'd fit inside of me only a few hours ago, I would never understand. Jace must have been able to read my thoughts because his lips tipped up at the corners in the cocky grin he wore so often.

"Do you like what you see, Angel?" He asked, as he stepped into the shower behind me. His hands immediately moved to my stomach, where they spread wide enough to make me feel claimed. He pulled my back against his chest and I felt his hardness against the small of my back.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't." I replied.

"What else do you like, Angel?"

I thought for a moment. I had liked everything he had done to me, so I didn't know how to reply to his question. "What do you like?"