Page 47 of The Heiress

“I think I might,” I teased back. It wasn’t so much that Iwantedto torture him. It was more like I had no idea what I was doing combined with a metric ton of lust. The torture came naturally.

“I can’t take it anymore.” Suddenly I was on my back and Jace was sliding my panties down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder with a grin. “I’m scared shitless about ruining us, but I’m having a hell of a good time, Sam.” He produced a condom from thin air.

“Where did that come from?”

He shrugged. “I came prepared.” He nodded at the gun. “Protection all around.”

“You had a condom under that thing?”

He crawled over me, his fingers finding and massaging my clit. I forgot about condoms and guns and lifelong friendships. Instead all I could think about was how good it felt when Jace touched me and how desperately I needed a release. When he pressed inside me it was like it was the first time. It all felt strange and wonderful. He was too big and just right. It was too much and even the first push took my breath away, made my body tense and flutter.

“You good?” He pressed his forehead into mine. Our noses brushed, our breaths collided.

“Oh my God, Jace.”

“Yeah.” He nodded some more. “Incredible.”

I pulsed around him, welcoming him inside. Jace moved achingly slowly, taking great care, but also because neither of us could stand any more. I felt all of him. It lit me up, took my breath away. My clit throbbed and my nipples tingled, my whole body anticipating the orgasm on the horizon, just out of reach.

When he finally slid all the way home, our bodies locking fully together, I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and held on. My core quaked around his cock and he gasped for air at my ear where I could hear the different levels of pain and pleasure in the harmonics of his voice. “Goddamnyou feel good.” His chest heaved, he pulled back and stroked inside again. I arched up to meet him with a moan. “There’s never been anyone else,” he murmured, almost to himself.

The sentiment cracked something inside my chest. Everything I felt physically I now felt emotionally too. Whatever this was, it transcended physical pleasure. It was all encompassing. It was love.

We began to move frantically, desperate for climax. Jace reached his moments before I did. Our orgasms were loud and messy and ended in relief and laughter, the way good sex always should.

Sleep came easy after that, but not for long. I woke a couple of hours later even hungrier than I’d been before. Jace’s eyes flew open. “Hey there.”

“Did you happen to bring more than one condom?” My hands moved over his chest as I kissed him.

He grinned, rolling over me. “You’ll learn pretty quickly that I’m always prepared for all contingencies, Samantha.” He had on another condom in a flash. His body only vaguely illuminated by light from the bathroom. Just enough for me to admire how incredibly strong and sexy he was.

Our second round was much better. Not because there was more pleasure or our orgasms were stronger, but because it was calmer. The anticipation was lower and the desperation had simmered into a sizzle. Still there, but in the background.

This time I could really enjoy the feel of his cock moving inside me, filling me, stretching me. I appreciated the way he moved his hips for my pleasure. We took more time to build and layer each stage. We took turns.

This time I came first. Jace watched with wonder. Blinking and holding back, letting me take as much time as I needed to ride his cock and the waves of ecstasy. It wasn’t until Jace froze, his jaw setting, and then his hips taking over, thrusting into me over and over, that everything hit me at once. All those feelings I’d been refusing to feel.

The hurt, the loss, the fear. It all hit at the same time the opposite feelings crashed into me. Jace made me feel loved and safe again. He made me feel like I could do anything—including demand pleasure like this. It was too much. I started crying.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing me everywhere. My forehead, my cheeks, my lips, my chin. Kept moving inside me, both our orgasms long gone, but still basking in the afterglow. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No!” I shook my head a lot. I couldn’t stop. “No. I just...don’t let me go.”

He crushed me against his body and let me cry it all out. Based on the heaving breaths he took, he might have let a little emotion out too. I eventually found my breath again and burrowed into the crook of Jace’s shoulder. It was nice here. Warm and protected.

He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “Are you all right?”

I nodded and sighed. Content. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. For what?”

I laughed lightly. “For being you.”

He grew very still, then slowly withdrew, rolling to his side so we were nose to nose. “When you asked me to stay I imagined what might happen. Ifthishappened. I thought it would mean a hell of a lot more to me than you.” He cupped my cheek, his eyes darting frantically between mine. “I’ve never been more happy to be wrong.”

I wrapped my fingers around his forearm and held on. “I meant what I said, even if I don’t fully understand it yet. I love you, Jace. I always have. I’m just, maybe, new to the physical part of loving you.”

His thumb stroked my cheek as different emotions worked through him. His lips curved and thinned. His chin worked, his brow furrowed and drew down. But it was his eyes where the storm brewed clearest. “I meant what I said too.” His eyes settled and locked as he took in one last sharp breath. “There’s never been anyone for me but you. Only you.”

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