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I turned before I heard it: a single, guttural phrase that sent electricity straight down my spine.
“Fuck it,” he growled, his hand shooting around my wrist and spinning me around, slamming his mouth to mine again with newfound urgency.
I moaned as he dropped the book, pulled my shirt over my head, followed by the rest of my clothes. The cool air hit my skin for only a moment before the heat of his body pressed against mine, the contrast making me shiver. Or maybe that was just him.
Good Lord, I didn’t realize just how much I’d needed this until I was unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it over his broad shoulders. The sounds of his belt clinking came next, followed by him abandoning me for a moment to lay our clothes down next to each other, quilting together our shirts and pants into a makeshift blanket covering the grass.
And then he grabbed me and lay me down on it, my fingers threading through his dark hair as he kissed down my throat to my collarbone. Each touch was a promise, each kiss a declaration that maybe, just maybe, some people were worth the risk.
“You have any idea how beautiful you are, Scarlett?” Jace kissed down my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth.
Heat shot from my chest to my sex, which started to throb with need. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, the heat of his mouth abandoning it for cool air when he moved to the other side.
His touch was like fire and ice, all at once, scorching yet making me shiver. As his lips traced patterns across my body, I saw something in his eyes that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure. This wasn’t just desire; it was worship.
“I want you, Scarlett,” Jace declared, and I knew what he meant. He didn’t just want me physically. He wanted all of me: my heart and soul, my laughter and tears, my past and future. The realization should have sent me running. Instead, it fused me to this moment, to him.
I swallowed, locking eyes with him as he kissed down mystomach and positioned himself between my thighs. Which he spread wide open, holding my gaze for another moment before taking in the sight of me.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing my inner thigh. Torturing me by bringing his mouth so close to where I needed it, the throbbing becoming unbearable.
“Please,” I whispered, unable to contain the need in my voice. With any other man, I would have been embarrassed by my desperation. With Jace, it felt like strength. The strength to ask for what I wanted.
“Tell me what you want, Trouble.” More kisses, just out of range. More throbbing.
“I want you to lick me.”
“Good girl.” Jace flattened his tongue and made one long stride up my sex, making me buck when he reached the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top.
Moaning, I gazed down at him over the curve of my breasts, drinking in the scene before me: a secluded meadow, deep within the wilderness trail, wildflowers swaying gently around us as the setting sun cast golden light across our skin. The tattooed billionaire, all lean muscle and focused intensity, with his face buried between my thighs. I could already feel a wave climbing inside of me.
He licked down my folds and penetrated me with his tongue this time. I sucked in a sharp breath, watching him pump his tongue in and out of me, my inner thighs quivering harder and harder with each thrust.
“Jace …” I groaned.
He pulled his tongue back up my sex and sucked my sensitive bud into his mouth. The wave rose higher and higher as he licked and swirled my body, knowing the perfect pressure and tempo. I loved hearing his groans, watching the hunger in his eyes as he’d alternate from closing them to savoring the beautiful glistening folds before him.
“Jace …” I tugged his hair hard between my fingers.
“Come for me.”
That was all it took. I crashed around him so hard that he had to hold my hips to keep from being dislodged, and through every ripple of pleasure, he pulled more out of me, teased even more ecstasy. Only when I stopped trembling did he finally sit up.
With a smile, he climbed on top of me and lined himself up at my entrance.
“That was amazing,” I said, panting, gliding my fingers down his arms.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promised. And then, with one thrust, he plunged deep inside of me. “Oh fuck … you feel amazing.”
My mouth fell open, my breath escaping at the sensation of him buried to my core. My body stretched around him, filled by him, as he kissed my neck and began to move.
And move he did. He rolled his hips in a circular motion so that with each thrust, he was stimulating the bundle of nerves outside of my body while simultaneously hitting that sensitive spot inside. All the while, his eyes never left mine, silently asking if I was okay.
Silently, I answered him by running my fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth to mine. His tongue slipped past my lips, and then his kisses trailed down my jaw, my neck.
“You feel so good,” Jace murmured, the words vibrating against my skin. “Perfect.”
Bare skin against bare skin, he thrust and pumped into me, making a fresh wave climb higher and higher.
