All Good Things Exposed(40)

Jace stepped from his boxers and I leaned in to kiss his thigh. His hands twitched at his side in his struggle to remain stoic in my adornment of his magnificent body. His cock throbbed visibly as I purposefully lavished attention on every other part of his body. My hand lifted to his stomach where my fingertip found the line on his stomach where a perfect V travelled to the worlds' most precious treasure. His stomach quivered under my butterfly soft touch and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I let my finger stroke the skin around his shaft without touching his length and he gasped in agonized anticipation as I dipped my finger to his thigh, trailing a gentle nail over his skin. When I could see by the light of desire in his eyes that he couldn't possibly take anymore, I pressed my warm, moist lips to the tip of his erect penis in a kiss of teasing adoration. The way he looked down at me, he looked like a devilish angel of darkness with heavenly eyes. Flickering candlelight glimmered around him, haloing his darkness in warm light.

I pulled away and his head fell back on a sigh of bewilderment. He looked like a God who was praying to the Gods for strength. Witnessing him so undone, and at my simple touch, was fantastic. It was completely and entirely incomparable. Perfect.

He pulled himself back from his retreat and his eyes blazed hot with desire and something more that made my heart jump in question, but I ignored it. I wanted him in the bath with me. And if we didn't shut off the water soon, we would be bathing on the bathroom floor. I reached out and took his hands in mine weaving our fingers together in much the same way I wished I could blend our hearts. If I fell any deeper in love with this man…I would surely be ruined. Oh hell - who was I kidding? I was already ruined.

I stepped into the bath, slowly lowering myself into the warm water and curling my knees up into my chest as I made room for him to climb in behind me. Water splashed around my body as he eased himself behind me, encasing my frame with long, muscular legs. Jace didn't waste any time in getting himself comfortable. His hands were against my waist in a moment, pulling me back into his chest. I felt his desire hot and long against my back as I snuggled into him, wriggling closer.

He gasped a whispered curse as he pressed burning lips to my shoulder. "Olivia," he murmured against my skin.

"Hmm?" I smiled as I wiggled closer again.

"You know what you're doing, little temptress." He scolded. I couldn't help it - at his tone, a giggle erupted from my mouth and his hands found my ribs, causing me to squeal in tortured delight. Water splashed up around us as I tried to get myself away from his tickling fingers, but he wouldn't relent. "Have you finished tempting me?"

"No."

He tickled with more brutality on my sensitive nerves and I screamed in laughter. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I screamed and laughed some more. "Yes, Jace! Yes!"

He laughed as his fingers stilled against my oversensitive ribs. "That's much better."

I pulled in deep breaths. "You're going to have to clean up all the water on the floor now, you know that right?"

He shrugged. "It was worth it."

I grunted and he wrapped his arms around my stomach, pulling me into him again. I sighed and rested my head back against the nook of his shoulder. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to my forehead. The gesture warmed me thoroughly. I felt it from the tip of my toes to the hair on my head.

"This is nice." I said softly.

"Sitting here like this?" he asked.

"Yes." I nodded tiredly.

"I agree." His voice was thick and I fought the sudden desire to turn and face him. "Let me wash your back."

I nodded as I pulled myself away from him. I didn't look back at him as he poured strawberry scented body wash onto his hand. When his slippery hands met with the skin on my back, I pulled my hair over my shoulder and closed my eyes, tilting my head forward. I reveled in his soothing touch as he massaged the knots from my shoulders with the soap.

When he was finished, he ran a wash cloth over my back to rid me of the soapy suds. "Turn around for me, Angel." Again, he asked rather than commanded.

I turned around to face him and my heart lodged in my throat as he stared at me with thick emotion in his eyes. I wanted to ask him what he was feeling, but at the same time, I wanted him to speak his emotions on his own time. I bit down on my lip as his eyes scanned over my breasts and downward over my stomach to the V of my thighs beneath the water.

"You know I could look at you forever and never get bored?"

I smiled. "You're a smooth talker, you know that?"

He frowned. "I have never been more serious in my life, Olivia."

I swallowed. Oh my - wow. "I could never tire of staring at you."