All Good Things Exposed(41)

He smiled a ghost of a smile as he poured more soap into his hands. I watched him as he brought his hands up to my collarbone, sliding his hands over my shoulders and down my arms before gliding up the inside of my torso to my armpits. I fought my need to pull away as he fanned his fingers over my breasts, massaging the suds into my skin. Upon his touch, my breasts grew heavy with need and my nipples pebbled. His eyes shimmered knowingly and I cursed the blush that colored my skin.

"I want you, Olivia."

"How?" I asked breathily.

His eyes shot to mine. "In every way you'll give me."

My breath caught. My hands trembled beneath the water and my stomach felt as though it were on a rollercoaster. "I'm yours, Jace." I whispered.

I ignored the girly soap on my chest as I slammed myself into him. My lips met his in a kiss of unrestrained need. His hands wound around my back as he pulled me closer to him. My knees moved around his waist as I felt his length press against my core. He was hot and ready and so was I. Our bodies slid against each other with each movement, my soapy breasts gliding against his chest as I pressed my hips down on him, pushing him into me inch by inch. I felt Jace shift his hips at the same time he pressed down on my waist. He slammed into me to the hilt, pausing to catch his breath as he stared into my eyes.

"I love watching your face when I take you." He said gruffly.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, but now wasn't the time. There were still too many insecurities between us to speak such raw confessions. "I love when you take me, Jace." I said on a moan. "But let me take you this time?"

The wrinkle that formed between his brows when he was nervous or worried appeared. He thought for a moment as I paused movement around him, holding him inside me where I felt he belonged. Finally, when I couldn't hold my breath a moment longer, he nodded.

"Take me, Angel." There was so much trust in those words. It filled my heart with satisfied, liberated awe. He was perfect in all his imperfections. And he was mine.

I kept my eyes trained on his as I started moving my hips against him, riding him slowly. I rode him to the tip before rocking my hips slowly down to the hilt of his penis. I repeated the motion until complete bliss took over the worry in his features.

"I'd like to touch you, Angel." Jace said quietly. "Can I touch you?"

"Always, Jace." I whispered fiercely. I never wanted him to feel as though he couldn't. I was his to touch, to hold and to love. I wanted him to believe it.

As though my words granted him not only permission, but strength, he moved his hands to my breasts, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my nipples. A moan erupted from between my lips as I tipped my head back, riding him more forcefully, compelling myself to take him deeper and harder. Pain blended to bliss as my body arched. Jace leaned forward to press his lips to the hollow of my throat. His movement caused him to shift inside me, hitting me in a new place. Both of us stiffened at the sensation, moaning in sync. I shattered around him, shaking as I came undone. In response to my sudden warmth, he stiffened inside me, filling me with hot liquid. His lips were still pressed against my throat and he groaned in ecstasy as his hands spanned over my waist, pulling my stomach into him despite the fact he leaned into my throat, forcing my body to arch back. The friction of the motion tugged at him, emptying him of any remaining pent-up need for me.

It was in this moment I realized my place on this earth was with him. There was nowhere else I was meant to be. He was the center of my universe, the yin to my yang, the black to my white. He was the other half of my soul. In him, I found the epitome of bliss, the embodiment of pleasure, the expression of ecstasy. I found reason and belief. I found hope.





Chapter 11

I wore the white satin housecoat Jace had given to me as we climbed down the stairs into the kitchen. The floor to ceiling windows portrayed a painting of glimmering lights, tall shadows and darkness expanding over miles and miles of New York City. I felt as though I was in a tower, hidden away from the problems on the streets when I was in his home. I felt safe and protected as though in a fortress. And yet, this is where Lexie found me. This was where she'd been able to penetrate the guards Jace had placed around me. The place I felt the safest was in fact the place that held the most danger. I knew this, but it didn't quell the need to remain here.

I shook the thought from my mind as the scent of lasagna wafted to my senses. It was late and I knew I would regret eating something so heavy this time of night, but I had to admit I was starving.

"It smells delicious." I breathed deeply.

"It does." Jace agreed. "Gail's cooking is always amazing."