Dark Hearts (Light in the Dark 3)

Shocked green eyes meet mine, and I expect him to say something about how you can’t be too sure or something like that, but instead he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and guides it inside me in one hard, sure, thrust.

“Oh, my God,” I cry out as my back hits the wall. It might be painful if my body wasn’t so flooded with adrenaline right now.

He presses his mouth to my collarbone and bites.

My skin begins to feel too tight and I itch to crawl right out of my own body. It’s the strangest sensation but not an entirely unpleasant one.

His lips move from my collarbone, up my neck, to my ear. He tugs gently on the lobe and I gasp, my inner muscles clenching around him.

“Holy fuck,” he rasps. I roll my hips against his and he hisses. “Fuck, Nova.” He rests his head in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling my skin. He stands up straight and holds my hips in his hands. His thrusts are fast and hard and utterly perfect. I cry out a moment later as I come and then he’s right behind me. I shake and he holds my body weight so I don’t collapse.

I hold onto him tightly, afraid if I don’t I might melt into a puddle of goo. I feel the hard surface of the wall disappear from my back and a moment later I’m lying across his soft bed and he pulls from my body carefully. Warmth seeps onto my legs, and despite the heat, I shiver.

I’m sure I look a mess, with my jeans and panties around my ankles, hair mused and lips swollen, but I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.

Jace comes back with a damp washcloth and wipes between my legs. The sudden tenderness jolts me. I’m amazed by how he can be raging one minute as he fucks me against the wall and the next he’s gently wiping me clean.

When I’m clean, he tosses the cloth away and then proceeds to help me out of my clothes.

“Why are you getting me naked?” I ask him.

His brow is furrowed in concentration as he lifts my sweater over my head.

“Because I can and because I want to,” he says huskily.

“I think I like that answer,” I admit. Probably a bit too much.

His teeth flash white in the darkness.

Once I’m completely naked he places a soft kiss to my neck. “Never do that again.”

“What?” I ask, confused. “Jace!” I cry out when he bites my shoulder.

“Never bring a guy back here—especially one that says, ‘So there is a guy?’ This is me reminding you that there’s definitely a guy.” His tongue swirls around my nipple. “He can’t do to you what I can.” He slips to fingers into me easily and I moan. “He can’t make you feel what I feel,” he breathes, his lips brushing mine as he speaks, purposely teasing me because he knows I want him to kiss me. I roll my hips, rubbing against his fingers. His fingers leave me and I whimper. A moment later he touches them to my lips with a one-word declaration. “Suck.”

I wrap my mouth around his fingers and do as I’m told, swirling my tongue around. I watch with delight as his eyes dilate and his teeth dig in the slightest bit to his full bottom lip.

“Shit,” he murmurs as I release his fingers.

I look up at him with owlish eyes, silently saying, “What next?”

He answers the question by cupping my cheek in one hand and angling his lips over mine. I wrap one leg around his waist and pull him close. He still wears his jeans and boxers and he’d pulled them back on after he left me, though he did remove his shirt.

It’s not long before his jeans and boxers are on the floor with the rest of our clothes and he’s inside me. He moves slower this time, savoring it, and that makes me even hotter. I gasp when he hits a certain spot and when he does it again, and again in succession I fall over the edge. My vision blurs around the edges and for some reason I feel like crying. He presses a kiss to my temple and that makes the urge even stronger so I squish my eyes closed. His lips trail down the side of my cheek, my neck, top of chest, and over the swells of my breasts.

Jace gently rubs his fingers over my clit and my eyes shoot open, connecting with his. A moment later another orgasm hits me and he follows suit.

I close my eyes again as he lies beside me, both of us breathing heavily, and I know for certain that there is a guy whether I like it or not. Jace has ruined me.

Jace

I watch the cigarette smoke curl through the air. Images of Nova lying naked in my bed play through my mind. Leaving her this morning was the worst kind of torture but with Xander back in town for a game the guys and I agreed to meet up for lunch. I’d much rather be with her, but they can’t know that—which means I need to be paying some sort of attention to the conversation.

“I’m going to ask Rae to marry me.”

That sentence serves as a dose of ice-cold water poured over me.

“W-What did you say?” I stutter. I rub at my ears like something might be lodged there and nearly burn myself on the stupid cigarette in the process.