Page 41 of Muse (Fighting Fate)

My eyebrows rose. “What?”

“If you hear anything about what I’ve supposedly done, can you please ask me about it first, before you believe anyone?”

I knew the whole girls throwing themselves at him thing was never going to go away. Shit, it was only going to get worse really. “Yeah, but you know once Aiden finds out I won’t have to worry because he’ll be watching you like a hawk. You won’t be able to hide a damned thing from him.”

The look on his face was priceless. “So, you’ll be with me?”

I grinned. “Yes.”

Jace couldn’t hide his elation. He reached out and caressed my face with gentle hands. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, then I climbed over the bed until I was in his lap, straddling him. I stared into his eyes, wanting to show him how much he meant to me. “I really do want people to know we’re together. I’m just not ready yet.” My tone was pleading. I wanted him to understand I wasn’t hiding our relationship for any other reason.

“I know, beautiful. We’ll get there. Just trust me, okay?”

Our kiss was slow and careful at first, but our need for each other grew fast, building and deepening with desire until our hands were frantically trying to remove each other’s clothes.

I noticed it the second I ripped his shirt off. “Holy shit.” I looked from his arm to his face and back again. “You got a tattoo? When?”

“After the gig on Friday night.”

I looked at the black swirling lines and patterns in awe. It started just on the edge of his shoulder and ran down his arm, stopping about where the bottom of his shirt sleeve would. I could make out the lettering that made up the name of the band amidst the lines. It looked awesome. It was still a little pink, and he’d obviously pu

t some ointments on it because it was shiny, but it was healing really well.

“It’s incredible. I love it.” I looked up at him, heat surging through me. “It’s so fucking hot.”

Fire ignited in Jace’s eyes, and before I could even blink, he rolled us so he was lying on top of me, his hands loving and sure as he stroked my bare skin. I reached for him, running my hands over his back, feeling the smooth muscular shape of his body down to where his jeans hung low on his hips. I could feel his erection pressing into me, and heat instantly flared between my thighs. I moaned with the need I had for him.

His kisses moved to my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. I pulled him harder against me, thrusting my hips up to meet his hardness. He groaned, and the sound of it sent me wild. My hands quickly went to the button on his jeans. He lifted himself off me a fraction, giving me the room I needed to work the button and zipper free, as he continued to press kisses to my bare skin.

Then he was pulling himself up, kneeling between my legs, and pulling his jeans off. A condom appeared in his hand – I had no idea where that came from, and he quickly ripped it open and rolled it on.

When he lowered himself back on top of me, I pulled him into me without waiting for anything else, needing him right then and there. Tipping my head back, I moaned at how good he felt inside me. “Oh, Jace...”

He breathed heavily against my neck. “God, Mia, you always feel so good.”

His words were like pure adrenalin. My fingers tensed against his back, and I pressed him closer, tilting my hips to take him deeper. His pace quickened, and his mouth was suddenly claiming mine, his tongue searching, caressing, and tangling.

Before too long, I could feel that wonderful tension building, growing to such a height I was almost afraid to let it go. “Jace...” I said breathlessly.

“Come with me, baby.”

His voice was tight and full of desire, and it instantly brought me undone. My body arched and convulsed, flooded with wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure. “Oh, God!”

He kissed me again, and the pure erotic dance of his tongue strung my orgasm out even longer. I whimpered into his mouth, kissing him back with all the raging emotions that were coursing through my body.

When I finally came down, my body relaxing beneath his, he finally broke the kiss, pressing his lips to the soft curve of my neck as he focused on slowing his breathing. I held him to me, one hand cupping the back of his neck, while the other pressed against his lower back.

Before I could register what he was doing, he rolled onto his back, pulling me along with him so I was lying on top of him. I squealed then giggled, but then Jace moved so he was sliding out of me, and the unexpected tingling sensation from it made me gasp.

Jace looked up at me, his face filled with emotion. Gently, he took my face between his hands and pulled me down to kiss him. I kissed him softly, barely skimming my lips across his, then I took a tiny bite at his lower lip, softly nipping at it.

Jace groaned, forcing my mouth hard against his, kissing me passionately. For some reason though, I giggled. He sighed and let his head fall back against the bed with a playful scowl.

“I thought you were going to a party,” I teased.

He raised an eyebrow. ‘Why would I go to a party when you’re naked and sitting on top of me?”

“Are you saying I should get off?”

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