I can feel his smirk against my skin when I try to move so I can see him better. The small shift of my hips earns me a quiet warning sound from him that reverberates through my core. It’s the kind of sound that means don’t… So I don’t. I can’t.
Every nerve I have is tuned to his frequency. His breath, the nip of his teeth. The teasing press that never gives me quite enough.
“Jace,” I grind out, a warning of my own, though I’m not sure if I’m asking for more of this teasing torture or if I just want to come.
I don’t really get a chance to decide.
He rises to the challenge in my tone without further prompting.
Jace doesn’t stop until I break, his name leaving my mouth again. Only this time, it’s much louder… And I have a fist full of his silky blond hair, somehow pulling him closer and pushing him away at the same damn time.
He finally relents, nipping his way up my body while I try to catch my breath. I hear the familiar sound of a wrapper and almost thank him for thinking about protection… Because I definitely was not.
Still am not… Even as I watch him roll the glistening condom down his impressive shaft.
I’m probably going to be sore tomorrow.
He lines himself up, watching me closely, waiting for me to say yes or no… Or fuck off… Or there’s a troll in the corner of the room. I don’t know.
“What are you waiting for?”
He slides inside me, a low groan falling from his lips that sounds suspiciously like relief. It also matches the moan that spills from me because I’m pretty sure he just hit every glorious nerve inside me.
“For your undivided attention,” he finally answers me.
I’m caught between a snarky response and smacking him, and I’m almost sure he sees my reaction written all over my face. He grins, like a charming bad boy here to make me forget?—
Jace rolls his hips, and I swear my vision blacks out for a moment. But my body is totally on board with every motion he makes.
We move together as if we’re anticipating each other. There is no push and pull, no fighting for dominance. This is ripples on the water, a constant flow that triggers the next motion effortlessly.
It’s as if our bodies had already memorized this dance long before we met.
His touch finds all of my favorite sensations, his name quickly falling from the tip of my tongue again. He changes pace, choosing a deeper press that leaves me aching in places that haven’t been reached in months.
Maybe ever.
My body matches the rhythm he creates, but he’s always half a second ahead of me, giving me everything I need before I know I need it.
When I come a second time, he follows me into bliss, murmuring something against my neck. I don’t catch the words, yet I feel them pulsing along my nerves as my orgasm slowly subsides.
His hand inches up, fingers finding my jaw, guiding me back to him, reminding me where I belong. Where my attention should be… As if it could be anywhere other than on him.
Jace slides out of me slowly, giving me time to adjust to the loss of him. He shifts onto his side, not going so far that he isn’t touching me.
The room is silent. Neither of us says a word as we observe the other, but he gazes at me like he’s trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Same. But when he settles beside me, all I can think is… Yeah, I will gladly do that again.
With one arm braced behind his head like he owns this bed, Jace studies me like I’ve just rewritten something vital. And he patiently drags a finger up my thigh, checking to see if I’m still real. Or at least, that’s what it feels like…
I should tell him to go. Leave. This is supposed to be a one-time thing, and you can’t stay here with me.
But I can’t bring myself to say it and mean it.
Morning comes like a serrated knife to the gut.
Painful.
