foot, he spread
the lotion up her calf and thigh, his fingers lightly brushing the curls at her
center. Taylor shivered.
He started over at the bottom,
rubbing in the excess, first her instep, toes, ankle. She steadied herself with
a hand on his shoulder, kneading him the way he did her.
“You give good rub,” she murmured,
her voice a low caress.
“I give good other things, too.”
She put her head back. “Mmm. I
know.”
She had no idea how good he could
be. After tonight, though, she would. After tonight, she wouldn’t be able to
turn him away. He started on her thigh. A moan escaped her.
He tugged on her towel. “You don’t
need this.”
She freed the upper edge, and the
whole thing pooled behind her on the rug.
She took his breath away. He
couldn’t move beyond the simple touch of his gaze on her. She was perfect.
Plump breasts, creamy, rounded belly, and dusky curls at the apex of her
thighs. Moisture glistened there. He leaned forward to tongue it away like the
sweetest wine.
She rewarded him with a sharp
intake of her breath and a soft sound in her throat.
He nosed her belly button. “You’re
beautiful.”
“I’ve got stretch marks times two.”
He put his lips to each and every
one. “They’re gorgeous.”
She ran her hand through his hair,
then fisted her fingers and pulled his head back. “You are a freak.”
He grinned. God, he loved her. Like
this. Making him laugh. Making him hot.
“Hey, I’m trying to be romantic
here, and you’re throwing my compliments back in my face.”
“You don’t have to be romantic to
get what you want.”
His smile died. “Tell me what you
think I want.”
She pushed her hips against him.
“To fuck me.”
He’d never heard her use that word,
and he took so long to speak, he knew she doubted he’d answer. He gave her what
she asked for. The truth. “Oh, yeah. I want to fuck you. Over and over. Until
you don’t ever want me to stop.” Taking her butt in his hands, he brought her
to his face, breathed her in, held her scent. “Not fucking ever, Taylor.”
She combed both hands through his
hair, massaging his scalp, his temples, the back of his neck. “Then get
started.”
She didn’t understand what he was
saying, but he let it go. For now. Pushing her to the wall, he put his hand
between her legs and opened her to his touch.
He’d have her this way now, her
body, her orgasms. And hope like hell she’d give him her heart and soul someday
soon.
She already owned his.
Chapter Eleven
Jace tongued her moist center with
slow circles. She forgot her gentle massage in his hair and tightened her
fingers, pulling at the roots. He only went at her harder, faster.
“Oh God, Jace, you look so hot
doing that.”
He raised his head long enough to
lock gazes with her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged and guided
him back.
The sight of Jace, holding her
still, his head between her legs, his black-clad shoulders against her naked
skin was incredibly erotic. A fresh burst of moisture filled her. Taylor had
never imagined how sensual the light could be.
Jace made her feel beautiful. She
preened for the mirror, arching her back, biting her lip, pinching her nipple.
Heat shot down through her belly to her clitoris. She jerked against his mouth.
He gripped her bottom harder, pushed deeper, then sucked her clitoris into his
mouth in a rush of mind-blowing pleasure.
Leaning her head against the wall,
she watched herself in the mirror through half-closed lids. A woman on fire. A
woman dazed. A woman taken completely by the man between her thighs.
She raised her foot, stroking him
with her calf until he let go with one hand and pulled her leg over his
shoulder. Now fully open to him, he pushed two fingers into her. Her toes
curled, she moaned, cried out, leaped to the sky, and closed her eyes.
“Don’t ever stop, please don’t ever
stop, God. Jace.” She panted and squirmed. He wouldn’t let her go, branding her
with his mouth and his
the lotion up her calf and thigh, his fingers lightly brushing the curls at her
center. Taylor shivered.
He started over at the bottom,
rubbing in the excess, first her instep, toes, ankle. She steadied herself with
a hand on his shoulder, kneading him the way he did her.
“You give good rub,” she murmured,
her voice a low caress.
“I give good other things, too.”
She put her head back. “Mmm. I
know.”
She had no idea how good he could
be. After tonight, though, she would. After tonight, she wouldn’t be able to
turn him away. He started on her thigh. A moan escaped her.
He tugged on her towel. “You don’t
need this.”
She freed the upper edge, and the
whole thing pooled behind her on the rug.
She took his breath away. He
couldn’t move beyond the simple touch of his gaze on her. She was perfect.
Plump breasts, creamy, rounded belly, and dusky curls at the apex of her
thighs. Moisture glistened there. He leaned forward to tongue it away like the
sweetest wine.
She rewarded him with a sharp
intake of her breath and a soft sound in her throat.
He nosed her belly button. “You’re
beautiful.”
“I’ve got stretch marks times two.”
He put his lips to each and every
one. “They’re gorgeous.”
She ran her hand through his hair,
then fisted her fingers and pulled his head back. “You are a freak.”
He grinned. God, he loved her. Like
this. Making him laugh. Making him hot.
“Hey, I’m trying to be romantic
here, and you’re throwing my compliments back in my face.”
“You don’t have to be romantic to
get what you want.”
His smile died. “Tell me what you
think I want.”
She pushed her hips against him.
“To fuck me.”
He’d never heard her use that word,
and he took so long to speak, he knew she doubted he’d answer. He gave her what
she asked for. The truth. “Oh, yeah. I want to fuck you. Over and over. Until
you don’t ever want me to stop.” Taking her butt in his hands, he brought her
to his face, breathed her in, held her scent. “Not fucking ever, Taylor.”
She combed both hands through his
hair, massaging his scalp, his temples, the back of his neck. “Then get
started.”
She didn’t understand what he was
saying, but he let it go. For now. Pushing her to the wall, he put his hand
between her legs and opened her to his touch.
He’d have her this way now, her
body, her orgasms. And hope like hell she’d give him her heart and soul someday
soon.
She already owned his.
Chapter Eleven
Jace tongued her moist center with
slow circles. She forgot her gentle massage in his hair and tightened her
fingers, pulling at the roots. He only went at her harder, faster.
“Oh God, Jace, you look so hot
doing that.”
He raised his head long enough to
lock gazes with her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged and guided
him back.
The sight of Jace, holding her
still, his head between her legs, his black-clad shoulders against her naked
skin was incredibly erotic. A fresh burst of moisture filled her. Taylor had
never imagined how sensual the light could be.
Jace made her feel beautiful. She
preened for the mirror, arching her back, biting her lip, pinching her nipple.
Heat shot down through her belly to her clitoris. She jerked against his mouth.
He gripped her bottom harder, pushed deeper, then sucked her clitoris into his
mouth in a rush of mind-blowing pleasure.
Leaning her head against the wall,
she watched herself in the mirror through half-closed lids. A woman on fire. A
woman dazed. A woman taken completely by the man between her thighs.
She raised her foot, stroking him
with her calf until he let go with one hand and pulled her leg over his
shoulder. Now fully open to him, he pushed two fingers into her. Her toes
curled, she moaned, cried out, leaped to the sky, and closed her eyes.
“Don’t ever stop, please don’t ever
stop, God. Jace.” She panted and squirmed. He wouldn’t let her go, branding her
with his mouth and his
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