More of You (Confessions of the Heart 1) - Page 111
Waded through the emotion that filled the room.
Dense and deep and dark.
But somehow, I didn’t think I’d ever felt so light. The man bearing the weight. Holding me up when I’d forgotten how to fly.
“I love you, Jace. I’ve never loved a man the way I loved you. The way I love you.”
And there I was, confessing my own.
Offering him the secrets of my heart.
Devotion pumped through the room. Fierce pulses of energy. Stretching out. Growing taut. The band connecting us alive.
So alive.
That was what I felt.
Alive.
As if I could finally breathe.
And then Jace was stealing it. Pressing himself back against me and kissing me like a madman.
His touch was rough and demanding and somehow gentle at the same time.
A promise that he would never hurt me.
He tugged at the towel I still had clutched to my chest and yanked it away, leaving me standing there bare.
Vulnerable.
My trust in his hands.
Those eyes flashed.
Copper and gold.
Dark with desire.
A tremble ripped through his massive body.
And maybe some of his trust belonged to me, too. Because this boy had been broken.
Beaten down.
I was still awed and amazed that he’d clawed out of that desolate world and made a new place for himself.
Yet somehow, I wasn’t surprised in the least.
“You are everything I believed you were. Everything I saw, I see it right now, staring back at me.”
A rumble blistered through the air.
A shot of devotion.
A bolt of intensity.
“And you are the same girl I saw that first day. Peering at me like she knew she’d just stumbled into a place she shouldn’t be and wanted to go there anyway.”
“That girl always saw something great. Something amazin’ getting ready to be exposed. And you did. You amazed me. You still do.”
Shame blanketed his face.
A flash before it was gone, and then he was grabbing me at the waist and spinning me around.
My hands flew out and grabbed onto the edge of the dresser to keep myself steady.
From behind, Jace gripped me by the waist, his fingers sinking into my skin.
“Look at you.” The words were gruff. The lowest demand.
And I realized what he was doing, turning me toward the mirror, our expressions captured in the dingy glow.
Our reflections were like charcoal drawings in the muted light.
Both beautiful and ominous.
A hand slid down my bare back, chasing the chill that crashed along my spine. My bottom jutted out, begging for his touch.
He was all too eager to comply, and his big palm ran over my cheek, making me shudder when he gave a squeeze.
“You are what is amazing. That you look at me the way you do.”
My gaze caught his in the mirror. “I never could stop looking at you.”
He angled himself over me, and my chest sank down onto the top of the dresser as he pressed his chest against my back. The hot length of him pushed at my bottom, and his lips traveled across my shoulder.
Oh God.
This man was gonna wreck me.
Because I could feel my knees trembling. Could feel myself slipping more and more when it should have been impossible.
That was the thing about Jace Jacobs.
He’d always been more.
More of everything.
“And even when you weren’t there, when I closed my eyes, I still saw you. I wanted to watch you. See you. Understand who you were,” I admitted through a rasp of words.
His heart thundered at my back, a manic boom that beat into my blood. “You saw me clearer than anyone. Knew me better than anyone.”
“And that boy who was gettin’ ready to become a man was stunning. I knew it. Knew it, Jace.”
A hand spread around to my belly, tucking me closer, the other winding around to hold me by the front of the throat.
His mouth was at my ear. “No. It’s you who’s stunning. This body and that face and your glorious heart. You gave me more than you’ll ever know.”
My fingers clung to the edge of the slick wood, so close to coming apart right there. “I never gave you anything.”
The only thing I had was a young girl’s love and all my naivety. I was still reeling with the grief of knowing that had been what had sent him away.
He held me tight, our skin slick, so close to being one. “You gave me everything. The courage to see myself as someone else than the rest of the world. You are the reason I fought. You are the reason I worked my way out of that life. It didn’t matter that I didn’t have you. I still did it for you.”
Love bloomed in my chest. Like the awakening of petals. A rose coming to life.
Dizziness swept through my head, the man stealing reason and thought.
“Jace . . .”
How was it possible he could make me feel this way?
He grunted, still holding me by the front of my throat as he inched back and fumbled to push the pajamas from his hips, his words low, hard where he released them at my neck. “I’ll give anything for you . . . anything for you and that little girl sleeping across the hall.”
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