His eyes gloss over my face, drinking me in.
“You’re probably exhausted right now. The events of the last two days, on top of using your magic so steadily?—”
“Don’t make excuses for me.” I hold up a hand and twist the doorknob. “Do you want to come in or not?”
He shakes his head, growling in my ear as I push it open. “Impatient, little witch.”
The tickle of his breath on my neck makes my shouldersrise instinctively. He steps inside, and I close the door behind us. It clicks shut with a sound of finality.?*
We stare at each other for a moment before he rushes me, pinning me back against the door and claiming my mouth. I sigh in relief as he puts his hands on me.
Finally.
After all these months of dancing around each other, of grating sexual tension and torturous frustration, the kiss is full of heat and pent-up anger.
Longing.
His hands feel their way up my neck, fisting my hair so tightly that I arch off the solid door. The action presses my chest to his, and he lowers his mouth to my throat, kissing and teasing. Breathlessly, I undo the buttons of his leather jacket and run my hands over his smooth chest. He brings his face back up to mine, and our tongues meet, gliding over one another, stirring the dormant hunger within me. My tongue flicks over one of his razor-sharp canines, and a small sound escapes my lips. He pulls back to smile, golden eyes wicked, revealing two tiny fangs.
His hands slide downward, roaming over my breasts with a gentle squeeze before bracketing my waist, fusing my hips to him. His jacket falls to the ground, and he goes to work on mine, his lips never leaving my skin. His mouth blazes a scorching trail along my collarbone, sending a flood of heat through me as I wrap my arms around his neck and press into him, desperate for more. He gives my shirt a rough tug, yanking it down over my shoulders impatiently. A wild thrill courses through me as he explores more of my exposed skin. I ache to have less clothing between us.
I reach for the hem of my shirt, andwithout warning, my hands fly above my head, pinned there by invisible restraints. I gasp as he lifts his darkened eyes to me. A phantom touch dances down my inner arms with slow, torturous agony as Jace’s own hands slip beneath my shirt. His fingers skim my sides as he lifts the tunic over my head. Tossing it behind him, his golden eyes slide over my exposed skin, his expression hungry. The invisible hands begin to work their way up my legs, heading for dangerous territory, while he glides his thumb over my breast, waking the skin beneath. I rear against him as he teases, slowly exploring each one with wonder in his eyes. I shudder, unable to bear any more, and dip forward to drink from his lips. A soft groan slips from him as he wraps his arms around my waist and crushes me to him. I fist his dark hair, pulling it with a growing sense of urgency.
He hoists me up with perfect ease, wrapping my legs around his waist and cupping my ass with his massive hands. He spins us around, slamming my back into the wooden bedpost. I cry out in pleasured surprise.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs against my lips. His hips drive upward into my most private spot, and nothing has ever felt so right. Pinned against the post, I am entirely at his mercy. His breath is hot against my pebbled skin. “You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from crying out again.
“When you kissed me at solstice—” I strip off his shirt. “When you came to me all needy and demanding—” His mouth ghosts over mine.
“Yes?” I urge, wriggling my hips, impatient for more.
“You were so ready for me,” he grits, answering my silent demand with another thrust of his hips. I nod, unable to form words.
His hands glide over my breasts again, this time not asgently as he squeezes and pinches until I can no longer hold back the moan building inside of me.
“You have no idea the restraint it took to not give in to you. I dreamt of you that night. Dreamt of how I wanted you. Of all the things I would do to you if I ever got the chance.”
He twists and tosses me carelessly down on the bed. I bounce once, staring up at him in amused awe.
I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my life.
He kneels on the floor before the bed and catches my boot in his hand, stripping it off and tossing it aside.
“I hope it’s a long list,” I murmur, watching him, enthralled.
“Longer than you can even imagine.”
Without breaking eye contact, he yanks the other boot off, inadvertently tugging me forward. “I woke up so unsatisfied. My whole body aching for you.”
Oh my god.
“Then we better get started on that list, don’t you agree?” A siren speaks in place of me, her voice husky and sensual. The mattress creaks as Jace leans over me, his kisses driving us further and further up the bed. Something small and hard digs into my back, and I break our kiss to reach for the cell phone pinned beneath me.
“What is that?” Jace freezes above me, staring at the foreign object.
“It’s my cell phone. I was looking at old pictures the night before we left and must have fallen asleep with it in bed.”
