All Good Things(90)

"I know." Jace stated.

"Well, what are we doing here?"

"I had Gabe call my personal shopper with your sizes. She delivered an assortment of outfits. I'm sure you will find at least one of them to be to your liking."

I didn't know why, but I was offended. Having someone I didn't know shop for something I considered personal, took a bite at my already upturned nerves. "Why would you do that?"

Jace looked over at me as though just considering the possibility of offense. "I thought you would find it convenient. You'll be spending a lot of time with me here and I want you to have clothing to change into." He frowned. "You made a point of voicing your dislike for wearing the same outfit twice."

I shook my head. "I didn't enjoy feeling like I was a one night stand. That's what I meant by saying I didn't like wearing the same outfit twice." I sighed at the image of myself creeping from his penthouse, in the early morning, on route to my own apartment to change for the day ahead. "I didn't think you would have your personal shopper buy my clothing."

Jace looked uncomfortable. "Please, do not argue with me." He glanced at his watch. "We only have an hour and a half before we have to leave."

"Fine, because we are going to meet your family...I won't press this. But, I want you to know it's far from over. I do not want to feel like doll for you to dress."

Jace bristled at my comment. "You are not a doll, Olivia." He snapped. "And, if I remember correctly, you signed a contract with the knowledge I would be purchasing clothing for you."

My mouth dropped at the mention of the contract. I'd signed the damned thing during a moment of sex-hazed satisfaction. It should be null and void.

Without looking at Jace, or acknowledging his comment, I stepped from the car. I walked to the elevator and pressed the button as he came to stand beside me. He did not say sorry for bringing up the contract, or for being so ridiculously hurtful about his words. Instead, he weaved his fingers through mine and pulled me into his chest. As we waited for the elevator to arrive at the parking garage floor, Jace's hands started a slow exploration of my stomach. I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to push him away...but, I couldn't. I could not deny myself his touch. It was like a drug and I was irrevocably addicted. There was not much I could think of him doing that would persuade me to refuse the fire his touch ignited.

I leaned my head back against the nook of his shoulder and sighed, closing my eyes. I let the tension release from my body as his hands moved to the waistband of my leggings. His fingertips skimmed my skin, trailing a path of fire in their wake. God, what did this man do to me?

Without shame, I pressed my hip into his hand, reveling in the sweet pressure the weight of his fingers provided as he dipped his hand lower. He rubbed my aching spot overtop of the material of my leggings and, I sighed, unable to control the effects of his touch.

"I dislike it when you challenge me." Jace said against my earlobe. I moaned. The deep throaty sound echoed through the parking garage. "But, I love it when you make that sound."

I moaned again as he pressed harder at the ache he'd created within me. Oh, I needed him. I wanted him. Only he would do.

The elevator dinged and Jace stepped away from me as the door opened. Lucky for me, no one stepped out to see the haze of lust burning in my eyes. Only Jace was subject to such a view.

I followed Jace into the elevator. When the door closed behind us, his eyes blazed. "Stand in the corner, Olivia." Jace pointed to the corner he wanted me to stand in, and I moved slowly to oblige his command.

I stared straight into his eyes as he typed a code into the elevator and it stopped moving. My heart raced as he stocked toward me. It was unnerving...but, I was completely turned on. Jace's blue eyes were hot as they settled on my breasts.

"You're breathing so quickly." He stated.

I gulped. "I am."

My words were choppy and he grinned at their sound. His hand moved to the hem of my shirt, and he pulled it up, before dipping his fingers into the band of my pants. My breath caught in my throat as he moved his hands deeper. I gasped, a whimpered sound, when his fingers found their target. He spread my lips and stroked his finger over my wet folds. Unable to stop myself, I pressed into his hand. He pinched my clit in response and, I cried out. It was a pained pleasure, serving only to trap me deeper into the lusty haze.

"Watching you unravel in my hand is a delicacy." Jace spoke huskily.

I closed my eyes as he moved two fingers slowly inside of me. His thumb continued its delicious assault on my clitoris and, within moments, his lips were pressed hotly against mine. With every flick of his fingers inside my body, I moaned. He swallowed every sound as though he was a man starved. It was an erotic thought...that this brilliant, beautiful man, would be starved for me. It emboldened me in a way I never imagined possible.