His tongue ran over the peak of her nipple, releasing with a pop before moving to the other. All the while, his thrusts never stopped or slowed, the rhythmic motion driving her wild. Shecouldn’t stop the cries falling from her lips, hanging in the air and competing with the sound of water hitting tiles, flesh hitting flesh.
When it became too much, when she needed his mouth on hers, she tugged at his hair and drew him back to her. Immediately, she slid her tongue inside his mouth, her nails scraping at his skin as she tasted him.
He reached between them, once again rubbing her clit.
Oh, Jesus…he was everywhere.
Her breathing became choppy, her entire body burning. God, he set her on fire.
His thrusts went deeper. Harder. His thumb still moving over her clit. She wanted to hold on. To have him inside her, a part of her, for as long as possible.
But one more thrust and she fell. Tore apart in his arms while screaming his name.
Her entire body convulsed as he continued to thrust, prolonging the orgasm and forcing her world to narrow to just him.
When she had nothing left, her screams became whimpers, and that’s when Jace growled and broke along with her, his head lowering to her neck, his primal sounds so loud they rippled around the room, bouncing off walls, beating into her.
Then, finally, there was stillness, bar the rise and fall of their chests and the water raining down. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, running her fingers through his wet hair, wanting to stay exactly where she was for as long as possible.
“God, I love you, Tink.” His words were muffled against her neck, but she heard them as if he’d shouted.
“Say it again,” she whispered.
He lifted his head, the air still rushing in and out of him as his gaze bore into her. “I love you.”
The emotion in her chest felt so big that it clogged her throat. She’d waited so long to hear him say that, dreamed about it. And it was everything she’d always known it would be. “I love you too, Jace Walker.”
He lowered his head, but he didn’t kiss her, he just touched his temple to hers. He was still inside her, linking them in the most intimate way, both taking a moment to recover from what had just taken place. To remind themselves that this was real, and they’d finally found their way to each other.
CHAPTER 27
Elle hummed as the warm morning light crept over her face and everything from the night before slipped back into her memory. The shower. The things Jace had said to her.
He loved her. He’d loved her for a long time. She almost wanted to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
She rolled, hand feeling the other side of the bed, searching for him…only the sheets were cold.
Her eyes pinged open. The bed was empty.
With a frown, she pushed up. He wasn’t here. And by the look of the dark bathroom and walk-in closet, he wasn’t there either.
Slowly, she climbed out of bed and grabbed one of his shirts to throw over her body. It dwarfed her, but it also smelled exactly like him. It was a scent she wouldn’t even know how to describe, just deep and masculine and so infinitely Jace.
She stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room. No Jace. And he wasn’t in the kitchen or dining room either.
God, where was he?
She inspected every room, but when she didn’t find him, she climbed the stairs. She was halfway up when she heard it—quiet, repetitive thuds.
Were they coming from the last room at the end of the hall? It used to be a common room when they were younger, where he and his siblings would play video games.
Her footsteps slowed as she neared the door and quietly pushed it open. The room was completely different. The couches were gone. The TV unit with the video game sets were no longer there.
Instead, workout equipment was pushed against every inch of wall space, with a boxing bag centering the room. And punching that bag was Jace.
His back was toward her, but it did nothing to hide the power of his hits. The muscles that flexed across his gleaming bare back with every punch that sent the bag flying.
God, he’d be terrifying to an enemy. One hit and the person wouldn’t get back up.
