“Babe, slow down.”
“No. I want—”
“Slow and easy, Trace. Just—”
“Sex. It’s just sex!” I scream as his tongue hits my clit just the right way and I climax with a force that has me arching up and off the table with a yell.
The orgasm hits hard, quick, and I love every second of the feeling. I savor it the way a connoisseur savors wine, feeling it all and just taking the last twitches in with a heartfelt sigh that makes me want to cry.
I come to with Jace standing between my legs, a frown marring his face.
“Just sex, huh?” he snarls, making me suddenly aware that my legs are still spread and my panties are ruined where he ripped them at the crotch.
Scrambling up when he won’t let go of me is hard, but I manage it and even get ahold of my dress before looking up to meet his eyes.
“What else can it really be, Jace? I’m getting married in two months.”
His blank expression tells me everything I need to know. As does the way he drops his hands, wipes his mouth, and steps away as if I just burned him.
“You’re still getting married? After what we just did?”
“Sure, I, uh, it was just sex. Well, technically, it was just you going—”
“I just made love to you!”
Not love. Sex.
“Well…this is awkward. I guess I should skip dinner then,” I mutter, hopping off the counter to scramble back into my dress and the heels I kicked off earlier.
Jace doesn’t say a word for several minutes before his expression clears and he smiles broadly.
“Ma would be insulted if you didn’t come, Tracy. And so would I.”
He turns and walks away, leaving me blushing crimson at the veiled innuendo and the look of pure lust he just shot me.
He’d be insulted if I didn’t come? Well, hell, who the heck am I to insult the man when he cares so much about…my arrival.
Chapter Six
Jace
The thing about hunting is that it takes skill and a lot of patience. Once you find a good trail and follow the signs, it usually behooves a good hunter to settle in a good spot with an excellent view and just wait till his prey comes to him.
I’ve used this strategy for years now when hunting criminals, and while I hate to employ the same methods on my lady, well, the challenge was thrown out this afternoon and I’m more than willing to accept it.
I just hope she’s okay with being hunted and wooed from the safety of my bedroom and that she doesn’t think too poorly of me when I fall on her like a beast and fuck the hell out of her.
And when I panic, I get mental about fixing things. To me the path is clear. I need to show Trace what we’ve been missing out on all these years, and I also want her to understand that nothing I have done or will ever do to her body is just sex.
Every touch and kiss is me worshipping her, showing her the need, the stark desperation I have for her. I want her to know what I’m saying without words.
So here I am, standing in the hall, decked out in a suit I fucking hate because I want her off-balance enough that when I lay my whammy on her, she’ll be too shocked to think or move or argue with me.
This is me, a desperate man willing to lay down some enemy fire to get what I want. What I want is to have Trace in my life. That’s it. Just her here with me.
Ma can wait on babies and Wyatt can stop humming the wedding march every time he walks past me.
“Jace, dear, come here for a minute please, darling.”
I turn to see Ma standing in the entryway to the living room, wringing her hands like freaking dishrags.
“Ma? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, Jace. Melissa Dobson just called and she was frantic. Roman hasn’t checked in with her and she’s convinced her father or one of his people…what’s going on here, Jason? Why is Roman staying away from home and why the hell is my boy not…what was Melissa talking about?”
She’s crying and thank God Pop isn’t around or I wouldn’t be walking very comfortably at all for being a part of her distress.
Pop loves Ma and Ma loves Pop, and while they love their kids, all bets are off if something harms either of them. Even with us.
“Ma, stop crying, alright? Everything is just fine, Ma, I swear. Roman is just working a tough case and Melissa’s overreacting.”
I hope and pray as I say these words, because if the tough-as-nails Mel Dobson is going nuts about this, then chances are Roman could be in some trouble.
“But she said her father—”
“Roman and Chief Dobson haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately since Roman started dating his daughter, Ma. You know how that shit goes. I’ll tell you what, I’ll go and check things out and make sure your little golden boy is still okay. Yeah?”