All Good Things(55)

"You're wrong, Olivia." Jace stated. "Stop running from me every time you do not get your way." His tone was a warning that set my body on fire despite the fact that my mind begged for severance.

He set the contract on the counter and rounded the island. I knew full well, I should run from him. But, I couldn't. I was fully aware, once he touched me, he would ensnare me in a trap that would eventually claim my soul. He was like a black hole, irresistible in his dangerous beauty. It would not be long until he had sucked everything passionate within my person into his dominating abyss. Soon, there would be nothing left for me to give and he would be forced to move on to find another life to claim...another soul to fulfill his own. But, the sad part was, I was entirely aware of the danger he posed to me...to my life, my heart, my soul...and, I still wanted to save him. Was there nothing I would not sacrifice for this man? Was no part of me safe?

His eyes locked on mine and despite my anger, I was lost in their sorrowful blue. It was moments like these I wondered who the man behind the cool, impeccably calculated frontier was. His hard exterior was no doubt a shield he held intact against the wounded soul within; but I wanted inside. I wanted to save him. I wanted to show him there was a world apart from the darkness that festered within his soul...there was a part of him worth loving.

It was in that moment I realized I would do anything for him...even if I had to lose myself. The realization was frightening and awe inspiring and downright knee-knocking. But, it was the cold hard truth. This man had found a way into my caged heart...it was my turn to return the action no matter how impossible the feat may be. He was worth it.

"I don't want to fight anymore with you, Jace." I whispered. I knew what I wanted to do with him...and, it was, so not this.

"And, what do you want, Olivia?" Jace leaned into me and I couldn't help but breathe him in. His scent was intoxicating and my mind clouded, tainting my rationality.

"I agree to the contract." I spoke quietly. I couldn't even find shame poking at me relentlessly for my weakness. There was nothing...but Jace. "All of it...apart from Gabe being my bodyguard. I still don't want a bodyguard."

Surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was soon swamped by white-hot desire that made my knees weak and my core ache. "You're perfect." Jace whispered, as he swiped his knuckles against the skin beneath my eye. I leaned into his touch and he groaned, cupping my cheek. "Do you see how natural it is for you to surrender to my demands, Angel?" He slid his thumb under my chin, tilting my face up, forcing my eyes to meet his. "Does this not feel right to you?"

It was so wrong...but he was right on the money. This felt right in every sense of the word. "Yes."

"Yes," he cocked his head. "Tell me, Angel."

"This feels right." I conceded, in a hoarse whisper that made him groan. The hairs on my arms stood erect at his primal sound and the future pleasure it promised me.

Jace dropped his hand from my face, slowly moving it down over my body while his other hand held my hip in a possessive grip that had my core melting for him. The idea of him possessing me was life altering in its raw, primitive perfection. His eyes were trained on my face that felt warm with the heat of my racing blood as his hand trailed a scorching path over my breast, down my stomach and further still, over my thigh and between my legs to the source of the heat. His fingers trailed lightly over my panties and I parted my legs, hoping my knees didn't buckle. The tips of his fingers moved sensually over my crease teasing the inferno that was my body with sweet release only he could supply. Only he could fill me and feed the fires that burned solely for him.

One by one, his fingers slid into the side of the fabric of my panties and my core clenched with need. I pushed my hips against him in desperate pursuit for release I knew he could give me.

"Stay still." He growled, pulling away only fractionally.

I whimpered, closing my eyes against his delicious assault. Slowly...teasingly slowly, his finger parted my folds and slid against my clitoris. My entire body felt the pleasure the nerves exulted under the pressure of his expert touch. His finger circled my opening in a teasing massage, as I fought to hold my body still for him. I wanted him inside me more than I had ever wanted anything else, but he was determined to keep me moments away from release, building me up higher and higher. Oh, God. I couldn't possibly survive this...but at least I would die a happy, fractionally satisfied woman.

His finger continued his sensual exploration against the entrance of my core and I cried out in frustrated pleasure as I rolled my hips into his hand, begging for penetration. His finger felt so good...the pleasure almost verged on pain. I needed him. Now.