More of You (Confessions of the Heart 1)

“Shit, Faith. Do you have any idea how many nights I spent dreaming of this? Thinking about you? Wishing I was the one who was with you?”

Oh, God, he needed to stop saying those things. But he was dipping down, running those soft, soft lips up the inside of my leg, his voice a rough murmur at my overheated skin. “You marked me, baby.”

A shiver rushed, and part of me wanted to beg him to stop, because I didn’t think I could handle this. The onslaught of emotion coming up from the depths, breaking free of the dam that’d held it back.

But it was too late. Because he continued, his lips and tongue roaming higher.

Higher and higher.

Dizziness slammed me.

An assault of need.

My hips jerked from the table in their own plea.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his massive chest. “Tell me you want me, Faith. Tell me you want this.”

“Yes . . . please . . . make me feel good. I need you, Jace.”

For a beat, he looked at me.

His gorgeous face could have been smug with what he did to me.

But no.

There he was, his expression written in stark adoration.

Maybe that was what scared me the most. But I didn’t have time to contemplate it before he dipped down and gave one long lick through my slit.

I jumped.

Body and soul.

“Oh, God.”

My fingers searched for something to hold on to, scratching at the wood as he started to explore me with all the devastation of that mouth.

His lips sucking. Soft, delirium-inducing pulls at my clit.

Desire lit. A throb through my body.

Arrows in the air.

Staking me.

His hot tongue licked and lapped, delving deep into my folds before he was back to laving at that sweet, sweet spot, setting my flesh ablaze.

“Oh, Jace . . . Jace.” His name was all a whimper. A plea.

Mumbles fell from his mouth. Promises as much as a demand. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you. I told you I was going to take care of you.”

He pulled back for the barest flash when he said it, copper eyes somehow aglow, glimmers of gold in the sun.

So beautiful I forgot to breathe, rasping sounds barely making it into my lungs when he drove three big fingers into me while he pinned me with his stare.

Possessively.

Pumping slow and sure while I writhed and continued to cry out his name.

“That’s it. Do you feel that, Faith? Do you feel what I do to you? What I was always supposed to do to you?”

Then he ducked back down and flattened his tongue against my clit.

Rolling and pressing.

His fingers drove deeper.

Deeper and deeper while I went higher and higher.

Climbing right into the darkness where the boy had always lived.

My beast.

I rode on it. Holding on. Falling into this man. Where my body splintered and shook.

Broke apart.

I was lost to the most mind-blowing kind of pleasure. The kind of pleasure that streaked and surged and consumed.

Filling every hollow.

Every inch.

Erasing every question. Where he became the answer.

Until he possessed everything.

My fingers drove into his hair, pulling him closer while he continued his assault, tongue lapping and suckling, keeping me held high, a hostage to everything he was.

Finally, he slowed. My breaths catching as he did. He nuzzled the inside of my thigh with his face, and his hands cinched down tight, holding me as I came down.

“There’s nothing more beautiful in this world than watching you come,” he murmured. “I could look at a million other women. A thousand sunsets. Every exotic beach. And you would still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

And I didn’t know how to process what it was that I was feeling.

Swept up.

Caught up.

Trapped.

Freed.

I didn’t know.

All I knew was I was slipping from the table, sliding over him as I went, dropping to my knees.

A sharp wheeze pulled from his heaving chest. “Faith . . . I—”

“Shut up, Jace Jacobs. Don’t say a word. Don’t make me think about what I’m feelin’. Just let me touch you. Give me this.”

I needed this. Maybe proof that I wasn’t the only one who was subject to it.

The energy that swelled.

Obliterating.

Annihilating.

My mouth was pressing all over his chest, wanting to devour him the way he’d just devoured me.

I kissed down, across the flat planes of his abdomen, and licked over the spot where he’d written me on his body.

It was like tastin’ what we’d lost. The sweetest flavor of what might have been.

His muscles jumped and twitched when I did, and before I lost my nerve, I let my fingers find the waistband of his pajamas.

He was already straining outside of the confines of it.

As if the man couldn’t be contained.

The fat head of him swollen and glistening with his own need.

I ripped the fabric down, and Jace hissed as he was freed.

Instantly, his fingers plunged into my hair. “Shit . . . Faith . . . what are you trying to do to me?”