I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I’ve been too afraid to take. I kiss herlike I’m making a promise, as if I’m finally saying all the things I can’t find the words for.
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing heavily. Lola’s eyes are glassy and her lips are swollen. She’s looking at me as if I just turned her whole world upside down.
Good because she’s done the same to me.
I reach up slowly, my fingers brushing her temples as I slide her glasses off. She blinks up at me, those eyes wide and vulnerable without the barrier between us, and I carefully set them on the table beside us. I want nothing between us anymore.
“I need you,” I say, my voice rough. “Right fucking now.”
Her breath catches, and I see the answer in her eyes before she nods. That look, that surrender mixed with fire, it makes something primal roar to life inside me.
I don’t wait. My hands are on her again, gripping her thighs as I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the bed.
I lay her onto the bed, following her down, caging her in with my body.
My mouth crashes against hers in ahungry and demanding kiss. I kiss her like I’m trying to brand myself into her soul, as if I need her to know every fucking thing I can’t say out loud. My tongue slides against hers, tasting her, claiming her, memorizing the way she tastes like mint and something sweet and entirely her.
I tilt her head with one hand in her hair, deepening the kiss and taking more. I bite her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. She gasps as her hips roll up against mine.
“Fuck,” I groan against her mouth. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I pull back. My chest heaves as my hands go to the hem of her shirt. I grip the fabric with my hands, my knuckles brushing against her soft stomach.
“Off. Now.”
She sits up slightly to assist me, and I quickly pull the fabric over her head, tossing it aside without caring where it lands.
My eyes immediately fall to her chest, and my mouth goes dry. Black lace. Of fucking course. The bra is so sheer that I can see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, already hard and begging for my mouth. The cups push her tits up, creating cleavage that makes my hands itch to touch.
Her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes, and the flush spreading across her skin, down her neck, across her collarbone, over the swells of her breasts, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmur.
My hands slide up her sides, feeling every inch of soft skin, every curve. My thumbs brush the undersides of her tits,and she arches into my touch, her breath hitching.
I reach behind her and find the clasp of her bra. I’ve done this a hundred times, but this is different. This matters. She matters. I unclasp it and pull it off slowly, watching her the whole time. Noticing how her eyes darken with desire. How her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
I lower my head, take a peaked nipple into my mouth and suck hard. My tongue swirls around the tight bud, flicking and teasing, as she arches into me with a sharp gasp. Her hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, and I growl against her skin. The vibration makes her whimper, and I suck harder, grazing my teeth over the sensitive flesh just enough to make her cry out.
My hand palms her other breast. My thumb brushes over her nipple in slow circles, then faster, alternating pressure until she’s writhing beneath me, her hips rolling up seeking friction.
“Jace, please.”
“Please what?” I release her nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the wet skin and watching goosebumps break out across her chest. “Tell me what you need, Bells.”
“You. I need you.”
“You have me.” I kiss my way down her stomach—lips brushing over her ribs, her belly button, and the soft curve of her lower stomach. “But I’m going to take my fucking time with you. I’m going to learn every inch of this body. Every spot that makes you scream.
Holding her gaze, I unbutton her jeans. The button pops free, and I drag the zipper down. I can see the edge of her panties, black lace to match the bra, and my cock pulses.
Taking my time, I peel her jeans off her legs, letting my hands drag along her thighs, her calves, committing the sensation of her to memory. Then I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down just as slowly, watching as more and more of her is revealed.
When she’s fully undressed, I sit back on my heels and simply observe her. All of her. From her flushed face to her swollen lips, down to her perfect breasts still wet from my mouth, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and finally to the bare, slick pussy between her thighs.
Fuck. Me.
“Spread your legs,” I command her.
