He glides that finger lower, over the seam of my jeans and my hips buck.
“Jace.”
“Shh,” he croons.
His lips settled over mine, his tongue begging for entrance and I give it to him. My legs raise, wrapping around his waist. He presses his hips into mine and I moan, feeling his hardness.
He’s being a fucking tease and it’s making me mad, but also incredibly turned on.
Sometimes Jace likes to play games, and this is definitely one of those times.
My skin pricks with need, but he continues to kiss me like we have all the time in the world.
His lips unlatch from mine and he sucks on my neck. I know there will be a mark left behind for the world to see I’m his. He’s being dominating tonight—showing me no matter what I might think he’s always in control.
He finally lets go of my hands and I wrap them around his neck.
He doesn’t move me away from the door. Instead, we stare at each other, both struggling to catch our breath.
He drags his tongue slowly across his lips.
“Confession: I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
My whole body tightens in anticipation at his words. Before I can blink I’m whipped away from the door. I hold tightly to him as he carries me to the bed. He lays me across it and steps back, surveying me. I struggle for breath as he stares at me. I’m fully clothed still but he looks at me as if he can see right through them to all of me.
I start to sit up, wanting to reach for him, but he shakes his head sternly and I frown as I lie back, pulling my hair from the ponytail as I go. My hair fans around me and my chest rises and falls heavily with each shaky breath.
Jace stares at me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe like he hasn’t seen me in this position before.
After a minute or two, he clears his throat and orders, “Strip. Now.”
I know he doesn’t mean he wants a striptease. No, he wants my clothes off as fast as humanly possible.
I stand and let my coat fall to the floor. Then I kick off my shoes. Shirt next. Jeans. And when I’m left in nothing but my bra and panties he growls and pulls me to him, ripping my lacy panties from my body and making quick work of my bra.
Jace’s hand wraps around my throat, applying pressure, but not so much I can’t breathe. My head tilts back and I let out a soft moan as his lips glide down my neck, over my shoulder, between my breasts, and to my stomach. He circles his tongue around my naval and then drops to his knees.
He looks up at me, his green eyes nearly black.
“You were fucking made for me.”
With those words, he takes his kisses further, pressing them to my inner thighs and down my legs. He moves back up, wrapping his hands around my thighs, and I squeak when he grabs me and pushes me onto the bed, my legs around his shoulders.
The squeak turns to a moan when he licks my center.
I didn’t think it was possible for my heart to beat any faster, but it does.
When my hips start to move he holds them tight and lifts his head long enough to give me a death glare.
It only turns me on more.
Jace angry and sexy and dominating is the hottest thing on this planet.
My body tightens all over and I grasp the sheets, so close, so close.
And then he stops.
I cry out in protest and he flips me over, lifting my hips in the air.