He curves his head against my neck, and I feel his lips press against the spot where my pulse races.
My fingers grasp at his hair and his hands cup my breasts fully. Nothing has ever felt this good before, not even that morning in the hotel. Something tells me if we keep this up it’s only going to get better and better.
I roll my hips against his and air hisses between his teeth. His eyes are at half-mast and he looks like he’s fighting to maintain his composure.
He moves suddenly and pins me to the bed with his large body.
I shake with excitement as I watch him with wide eyes, body coiled with anticipation.
He edges up my shirt, removing it slowly, but when my breasts come into view it’s like he loses all that control he was trying so hard to hold on to.
He tears at my shirt and I’m forced to sit up and help him get it off before he rips it. It’s like he’s lost to his desire, a maniac, and I fucking love it.
Seeing him unravel before me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
He moves down my body, his lips leaving an icy trail in their wake. I shiver, my toes curling and back bowing.
He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh and his lust-darkened eyes meet mine. The green depths brew with a storm of emotion. He looks like he wants to devour me, and I’ll gladly let him.
My breath quickens and his hands glide up my stomach, his fingers pressing into my skin with enough pressure to bruise.
I swallow past the lump in my throat—the lump that I’m sure is my heart as it frantically tries to escape the confines of my chest.
His eyes leave a searing trail on my body as he stares at me. It’s like he sees right through me, straight to the bone.
I bite my lip as he grabs at my sleep shorts.
I shake my head and use my foot to shove against his chest.
He grins as he towers above me. My hair is splattered around my shoulders and I try not to think about the fact that my top half is completely naked. I want to be confident in my boldness.
“You first,” I say, and I’m surprised by how clear and confident my voice sounds. The last time I was left completely naked and emotionally raw. No way am I going to be the first one to get naked this time.
Jace’s lips tip up in a smirk and I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.
He spreads his arms out at his sides. “Undress me, then.”
“Wh-What?” I stutter, staring up at him.
“You heard me.” He bends so he’s now hover over me, bracing his weight on each of his hands pressed to the bed beside me. He ducks his head, bringing his lips to my ear. “Take what you want, Nova.”
I shiver. He eases back and stands before me again.
I sit up slowly, my hair falling forward to hide my breasts.
Fear clogs my arteries and my whole body freezes.
Take what you want. His words echo through my skull like a ball in a pinball machine.
Taking what I want has never come easy for me, and it’s always come with consequences. But I’m an adult now, and I don’t see what consequence I could possibly have to worry about in this scenario, other than a broken heart, and seeing as mine’s already been broken beyond repair I can strike that off my list.
Jace’s lips part as he watches me, his eyes hooded.
He’s incredibly sexy. I’ve always known it. It’s more than his looks too—even though he’s hardly lacking there with sculpted cheekbones and full lips and those fuck-me eyes—there’s just something about him that draws you in even when he’s pushing you away. He’s enigmatic and entirely beautiful.
“You’re staring.” His deep voice breaks through my thoughts.
“I’m taking what I want,” I throw his words back at him, “and right now, I want to look at you.”