Jace (Kings of Country 1)

“You are.” She gasped. “Soon, everyone on this floor will know.”

He was smiling one of those smiles that melted her from the inside. Once was definitely not going to be enough. “Let ’em,” he said against her lips. His mouth closed on hers, his tongue stealing her breath, and his fingers, those magical fingers, sent her free-falling into pure bliss. He muffled most of her cries with his kiss but he was still smiling like a fool when she opened her eyes.

Something about Jace over her, his hair falling onto his forehead and his eyes still on fire—for her—caught her by surprise. It was a different kind of longing. Better to focus on the here and now than long for the impossible.

She was panting from her release.

It was his turn. She sat up and grabbed him, pushing him back on the bed before he knew what was happening. The surprise on his face was priceless. But nothing was more gratifying than the groan she pulled deep from his chest when her lips found his very impressive, very hard proof of arousal.

His body was incredible. While her mouth was occupied, she let her hands explore. But it was too much for him. “Krystal. Come here.” He was breathing hard, his hands fisted in the comforter and the cords in his neck rigid.

She smiled at him, crawling slowly up to straddle him. “Condom?”

He blew out a long, unsteady breath and pointed at the bedside dresser. In the top drawer was a huge box of condoms, a bottle of pain reliever, some Band-Aids, and antacid tablets.

“Looks like you’re covered.” She held up the mega-pack of condoms. “Maybe.” She pulled one out, tore the corner of the package, and placed it gently on the tip of what guaranteed a pleasure-filled evening.

* * *

Jace was having a hell of a time breathing. He watched her—straddling his thighs—roll on the condom. With her hair wild and crazy and her lips swollen from his kisses, she was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen in his life. Her body was beyond imagining: curves, strength, and pure femininity. Touching her. Tasting her. Seeing and hearing her climax for him—he was rock hard and hurting too much to draw this out. Next time, they’d go slow. Next time, he’d drive her out of her mind until she was loud enough to wake the whole damn hotel.

But not now… His hands settled at her hips, lifting her up, telling her what he needed.

Her green eyes blazed as she braced her hands on his chest and eased onto him. His fingers convulsed against her flesh. She was tight. Hot. Incredible. Being buried deep inside her was heaven. She was breathing hard above him, her hair falling forward around them. He reached up, smoothing her hair away and twisting it around his hand to bring her close enough to kiss.

Then she began to move and he damn near lost his mind. “Dammit,” he hissed. The force of her thrusts, the slide of her body gloving him again and again, was already too much for him.

One look at her face steadied him.

As much as he wanted his climax, he wanted hers more. And she was working her way there. With every thrust, every moan and grind, she was closer. One hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip, he met her thrust for thrust. Powering into her. Hearing her growing cries. Feeling her body quiver. Driven. Wild. Finally, the clench and pulse of her muscles constricted around him, signaling her release. She was beautiful. Her face. Her cries. Her body.

She held on as he rolled them over, moaning softly when he slid deep. The mix of hunger and bliss in her green eyes shook the very core of him. This was where she belonged. With him, like this. Whatever it took, he’d prove that to her. They were good together, in and out of bed. Not that he was in a hurry to finish this. He wrapped her legs around his waist, cradled her face in his hands, and kissed her. He moved slowly, sliding in and pulling out, until they were both frantic. And still, he kissed her. He stared into her eyes, so she’d know he was making her feel this way. This was what they, together, could be. He was loving her like this. And she’d miss him, miss this. He didn’t want to believe tonight was all he had with her. But if it was, he’d make damn sure she didn’t forget.

Her legs tightened around his hips, holding on as she climaxed again. “Jace. Yes, oh, Jace.” It was broken and raw and all he needed to let go.

He moved, hard and fast, until his release slammed into him. He called out, broken words he didn’t hear or understand. It was too sharp, too big, the force of this—of her. It went on, rolling over him, draining him, until he was propped on trembling arms, grasping for breath.

She was just as stunned as he was, eyes blinking, cheeks red, her mind working through what had just happened. Which was good. It would have been damn awkward if he was the only one shell-shocked by how good they were together. Not that it would change her mind. She was too stubborn for that. When he rolled to his side, he fully prepared for her to bolt from his bed and his room.

Instead she turned to face him.

He slid his fingers through her long hair, smoothing it away from her face, but didn’t say a thing. Words, right now, were a tricky thing. If something was going to be said, he’d let her take the lead. For him, for now, this was enough.

She was studying him, assessing things. Did she have any idea how expressive she was? From uncertainty to fear to excitement, her features shifted until they settled into the beginnings of a smile. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”

Which was pretty much the last thing he expected her to say.

“Room service?” she asked. “Then you can tell me about the song you’re working on.”

Another surprise. Not that he was complaining. If they were talking music, she wasn’t going anywhere. “Which one?” There were a few knocking around inside his head.

“Exactly.” She was smiling now.

“Hold up.” He loved the curve of her smile. “You first. The one from the plane? Finished it?”

Her eyes narrowed and she went back to studying him. “Maybe.” And then she was sliding to the side of the bed. “Where is your room service menu?”

Menu? What menu? She was searching his room, naked, and he was appreciating the view. He didn’t give a crap about the menu. Or eating. Or getting out of this bed anytime soon.