All Good Things Exposed(80)

"Are you all right?"

"I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed." I admitted.

"Only slightly?" He asked.

I nodded. "Jace," I whispered. "I have nothing ready for a wedding."

"We'll do it all together." He promised. "We will do everything together. Forever."

"Okay,"

"We'll take our time. We can move slow. We don't need to discuss kids right now. We can wait."

"Okay,"

"Stop saying okay. You're making me nervous."

"I highly doubt that." He was the freaking epitome of control.

"You are." He stood with me in his arms, leading me to the shower. "Shower with me. We have a long day ahead of us."

"We do?" I shook my head, feeling over stimulated. "I have to go to the café."

"You don't." He shook his head. "Jaylah and Franco are running the café until they can find someone more suitable - or until Franco decides he wants the position. He is entirely capable."

"What?" I was offended. He didn't think I could run my own business? Well, in all honesty…I couldn't. Not with him constantly begging for or - demanding my attention.

"You're going to be unable to run the café for the next three months, Olivia."

"Three months?" My tone was rising and his frown was deepening. All right, Jace. Welcome to the very first panic attack of Olivia LeRoux. Are you sure you're ready to marry me? I almost laughed aloud at my thought.

"Yes. Three months." He said carefully. Slowly. "We're planning our wedding for two of those months. Then we're taking a week to ourselves. I'm taking you to Italy and we will fly from there to British Columbia for this annual ski vacation you and Trisha partake in."

"I understand." I breathed. He was right. I couldn't run a business with the hectic schedule of my life. How the hell was he doing it? "So you're taking three months off work as well?"

He laughed. "No."

"What?" I barked. "Why not? If I have to then you should too."

"No offense, Angel." He turned on the water. "But you're business is not worth billions. I can't just take three months."

"So because my business isn't worth billions means it's not important?" Ouch.

"No." He shook his head, stepping into the water. His hand clasped around my wrist and he pulled me in. "If it's important to you its important to me. But you need to plan the wedding. You can't do everything."

"Jace," I groaned in frustration. "You're being unfair. I'm not planning our wedding alone."

"You'll never do anything alone, Angel." He promised. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. We'll plan it together but we'll have to do it in my office."

"Are you serious?" I was tense and angry. Jace could obviously sense it because he turned my back to him and started massaging soap into my knotted muscles.

"I'm very serious, Olivia. You will be my wife first and business owner second. Until you decide you want kids."

Was he joking? "Jace," I warned.

He chuckled. Okay, maybe he was joking. "Allow Jaylah to take some stress off you. The café will be fine and you can still go in whenever you want. You just won't be obligated to be there. It will be when you have the time and desire."

"If you weren't so needy I would have the time." I mumbled.

His hand fell from my back and landed on my ass. I jumped and screamed. "That's for your attitude."

I spun around to face him and he pinned me against the shower wall. He looked devilishly delicious with the water streaming down his face. The thick, wet black lashes framing piercing blue eyes looked darker and longer than usual. His hand gripped my hip almost roughly.

"Do you want more time away from me?" He asked seriously.

My heart flopped. Hell no. "No."

"Good." He grazed my lips with his. "Never say those words again. I fucking need you. I'll always need you. Like this. Under my hands. You're mine for now and always. Don't ever tell yourself any different."

"I'm yours, Jace." I whispered and his lips crushed mine. He swallowed the words, grinding his hips into mine. He was so hard. Already. For me. The thought made me feel empowered. I pressed my hips into his and moaned at his friction.

"Feel me, Angel." He commanded.

I ran my core along his length, feeling every delicious stroke of him against me. "I feel you, Jace."

"Tell me you need me, Angel." He moaned against my ear, nibbling the lobe.

"I need you,"

He fisted his cock, pumping it as he pulled away from me. The sight was so erotic, I felt unmistakable need pool in my lower belly as he worked himself. But, there was also jealousy and frustration. I wanted to pull his orgasm from him. I wanted to feel him inside me when he came.