“Don’t be so cocky.”
“Bells, I’m always cocky.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my inner thigh. Then higher. “Especially when I’ve got you spread out in my bed looking good enough to fucking eat.”
My breath stalls. “Jace.”
“What?” Another kiss, this time higher. His breath hot against my skin. “Are you telling me you don’t want my mouth on you?”
I do. God, I do. But I can’t seem to form the words.
He interprets my silence as consent. His mouth finds me. Tongue sliding through my folds. Slow. Tasting every inch of me.
My back arches off the bed, and I cry out. My hands fly to his hair.
“Fuck,” he groans against me, the vibration making my thighs shake. “You taste so fucking good.”
His tongue circles my clit. Flicks over it. Then he sucks it into his mouth and I see stars.
“Jace.” My fingers tighten in his hair. “Oh my god.”
He hums his approval and takes his time, using his tongue in ways that should be illegal. Licking. Sucking. Alternating between soft teasing touches and firm pressure that makes my vision blur.
Then his fingers join in. One slides inside, then crooks, finding that spot that makes my whole body jolt.
“There it is,” he murmurs. Smug. Satisfied. “Found it.”
He adds another finger. Works them in and out while his tongue continues its assault on my clit. The dual sensation is too much.
“Jace.” My hips roll against his face. Chasing the pleasure. “I’m going to—”
“Not yet.” He pulls back. “Not until I say so.”
I want to kill him. Want to beg. Want to do something besides just lie here trembling and desperate.
He kisses his way back up my body, taking his time, and pauses to pay attention to my hip bone, ribs, and the underside of my breast. Finally, his mouth closes over my nipple through my bra, and I gasp.
“This is in the way,” he says. His hand slides around to my back. He finds the clasp, flicks it open with practiced ease.
He tosses the bra aside, then presses his mouth to my bare skin. Hot. Wet. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, rolls it with his tongue, and his teeth graze over it, making me whimper.
“Sensitive,” he murmurs, before switching to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. “I’m going to remember that.”
His hand slides back down between my legs. Fingers pushing inside me again. Pumping slow. Building me back up.
“Please,” I finally manage to say. My pride is gone. Burned away by need.
“Please what?” He lifts his head and looks at me with those dark eyes. That cocky smirk plastered on his face.
“Fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot again. “Or do you want something else?”
“You know what I want.”
“Say it.”
“Jace.”
“Say it, Lola.” His thumb finds my clit and rubs slow circles. “Tell me what you need.”
