All Good Things(66)

I pressed my lips to her hip once again, trailing my tongue over her navel and along her stomach. I dipped my fingers into her panties, pushing them down her legs as I peppered her stomach with tiny kisses. Her breathing halted and her hands weaved into my hair.

"Step out of your panties, Angel." I coaxed and she complied. She was eager for me...but not nearly as eager as I was to have her...all of her.

I helped her step from the lacy material around her feet before hooking my hands around her ankles. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs, over her butt and farther up her back as I stood. I wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her skin. I wanted to brand her to me. I unclasped her bar and pulled the straps from her shoulders, letting the material reunite with the floor.

I stepped back to admire her body and couldn't help but smile as she shivered under my gaze. Tiny bumps appeared over her skin before a pink blush fought them for dominance.

"Jace," her voice was husky. "I want to feel your skin on mine."

My cock jumped at her words and I fought the primal urge that ignited within me to pull her down on the floor and take her. Tonight was for her. I would take it slow. She deserved to be made love to.

I wanted to make love to her.

"Not yet, Angel." I took her hand in mine and led her to the bed. Her bed. It was smaller than mine, but that just meant we would have to sleep closer. I pulled the covers down, exposing her sheets. "Lay down for me. I want to kiss your entire body."

Heat flamed in her cheeks as she pressed her back into the bed. I released her hand and moved to the foot of the bed, balancing on my knees between her legs. I looped my hand around an ankle, bringing it to my lips. I kissed her heel before moving slowly up her leg. I trailed my tongue over the smooth skin of her inner thigh before inhaling deeply at the apex of her sex. She smelled decadent and I knew she tasted even better. I had her this way before, but I couldn't wait to taste her again. I teased the rim with my tongue, delving in, and then out, as I worked her clit with the pad of my thumb. Her panting moans filled the room and my mind. My body was strung tight with a need for her I knew I would never be able to resist, but first, I wanted her to beg for me. I wanted her so desperate she hurt for me. I wanted to mark her. I wanted her to know she was mine. This was more than a contract. This was more than just obsession. This was unexplainable, universe changing and world claiming.

"Jace," her fingertips moved into my hair and over my temple. "Please,"

"Tell me what you need, Angel." I blew against her clit. "I will give you anything."

"I just need you." She whispered. I had hoped she would ask me to make love to her, but I guessed I burned that bridge. I realized I needed to rebuild that trust, but hearing her say she needed me was just empowering and earthshattering as her asking to be made love to.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Damn, I would figure it out later. Right now, my focus was on her.

I skid off the bed, quickly attacking the buttons of my shirt. I shrugged out of the fabric before I tugged on the button of my pants. I quickly stepped from the binging material of my boxers before moving to the bed. She spread her legs, welcoming me to her. The action made me swell until I thought I would burst with need for her.

I hovered over her, staring down into her face for a long moment. I let my tip rest against her opening, feeling her warmth seep through me as I stared down into her eyes. Her brows furrowed and she pulled the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth. She did that when she was confused or uncertain. I didn't want her to be uncertain of me. I nudged her with my cock as I settled between her legs, letting my length rest against her opening.

"Tell me your thoughts." I begged. Her body was flush against mine, testing my very carefully, calculated, control.

"I-," she looked up into my eyes and a pink hue colored her cheeks. "This feels different."

"Different," I nodded. "How?" Fuck...I prayed she would tell me she felt this odd sense of life-altering emotion too. I prayed it wouldn't be just me.

She shook her head. "I don't know, really." She chewed on her lip and my cock jumped. "I guess it's just in my head."

"Don't be shy with me, Olivia." I growled, staring at her lip that was still lodged between her teeth. "What do you think is in your head?"

"This feels gentle and real and...pure." She shook her head and her eyes glazed over. What the fuck? Was she close to tears? "It's not normally like this with you, Jace."

Was I really that much of a prick that this newfound gentleness would bring her to the brink of tears? "Fuck, Angel." I breathed. "I'm so sorry."