"Would it be alright?" I don’t even hide the way my eyes trace over the curve of her lips this time. "If I kissed you? Because I've been thinking about it an awful lot, and I'd really like to stop thinking and just do it."
She doesn't need to give me explicit permission. I'm already moving as she says, "Yes. It would be more than alright."
Our mouths meet halfway, and the kiss starts gentle before intensifying into something heated and urgent. Her hand slides from my face into my hair and she's pulling herself closer, and I'm pulling her in with my other arm wrapping around her waist. She tastes better than imagined, and the small sound she makes against my mouth sends fire through my veins that threatens to destroy me.
Yeah… I'm a dead man.
10
SABINE
Jace is an animal, prowling forward as his mouth claims me in a scorching kiss that has me throbbing and aching for him to touch me. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes at my soft skin when his lips leave my mouth to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck.
"Christ," I moan, arching my head back as he pulls me harder against his body. His hands are as greedy as his lips, searching my back and sides, but he's a gentleman, not even so much as starting to remove any of my clothing yet.
But I feel how hard he is. The minute his groping guides me to straddle him where he sits against the headboard, I feel his dick and know what he's wanting. And nothing is left to the imagination, either. Those thin boxers can't hide how massive he is. I settle over him and grind down on his length through the thin fabric of our pajamas and hear him growl in a cautionary sound.
"Whoa… careful now," he says against my skin. "I thought this was a kiss…" He's speaking like he's resisting, but we both know he's not going to last a second with a cock that rock hard.
"You asked to kiss me… I'm asking for more." My hands rest on his shoulders while I rock gently on his lap, feeling that bone-hard member grind against my core.
Jace’s hands clamp onto my hips like iron, stopping my next roll before it even starts.
“Sabine.” My name comes out as almost a growl. “Look at me.” I force my eyes open. His pupils are blown wide, jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle jump. “You don’t get to set the pace,” he rumbles in a velvet voice. “You asked for more, fine. But you take what I give you, exactly how I give it. Understand?”
The authority in it makes my stomach flip. It causes my core to tighten just thinking of him dominating me. It sounds so twisted, especially after what happened to me, but it turns me on that he's taking charge. And all I can do is bite my lip and nod.
“Good girl.” His thumbs stroke once over the waistband of my sleep shorts. “Hands on the headboard behind me. Don’t move them unless I say.”
I obey instantly, fingers curling around the cool wood above his shoulders. The position arches my back, pushes my chest toward him. He hums approval and leans in, mouth brushing the hollow beneath my ear.
“That’s perfect. Stay just like that.”
His lips trail fire down my throat, teeth scraping lightly, then soothing with his tongue. Every time I try to rock against him he tightens his grip on my hips, holding me still. The denial ismaddening. I can feel how hard he is, thick and pulsing under his boxers, but he won’t let me chase it.
“Jace, please?—”
“Shh.” He nips my collarbone. “You’ll get what you need. First, I want these off.”
Big hands slide up under my tank top, palms skating over my ribs. He doesn’t rip it. He peels it up slowly, exposing me inch by inch, watching my face the whole time like he’s memorizing every breath I take. When the fabric catches on my arms, he pauses.
“Arms up, soldier…”
I lift them and he pulls the tank over my head, tosses it somewhere across the room. Cool air hits my skin and my nipples tighten instantly. His gaze drops to my chest and all I see is lust. He's hungry for me.
“Fuck, look at you.” He cups one breast, thumb flicking the peak until I gasp. “These are mine. Every little sound you make, every shiver—all mine.”
He leans forward and takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough that my head falls back. His tongue circles, flicks, teeth graze just enough to make me jolt. Then he switches sides, giving the first one the same treatment until I’m trembling, thighs clenching around his hips.
When he finally pulls back, both nipples are swollen and glistening and I’m breathing like I’ve run miles.
“Shorts,” he says simply.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband and tugs. I lift my hips to help, and he drags the soft cotton down my legs, taking his time, kissing every new inch of skin he uncovers. When they’re gone, he rises up to his knees and guides me backward until I'm spread and trembling.
“Jesus Christ, Sabine.” His voice is reverent. “Spread wider for me. Show me how pretty you are.”
I let my knees fall open, completely exposed, and the growl he lets out is pure animal, a feral sound that has my pussy dripping for him like fucking Niagara Falls.
