Page 41 of Entangled

Decision made, I slowly set my wineglass down on the deck and stand.

Chapter 10

Present Day

Jace’s eyes track my every move as I close the distance between us with two steps, the tension in the air palpable. I slide my legs onto either side of his chair, straddling him and settling into his lap, hearing the way his breath hitches as I do. Looping my hands around the back of his head, I look into his wary eyes that are filled with equal parts want and hesitation.

“What are you doing here, Blondie?” he asks, voice coming out a touch rougher than usual.

I cock a brow and give him a small smirk. “I don’t entirely mind the eggplants and innuendo.”

He looks down and brings his hand up to the ends of my hair, playing with the strands for a moment before speaking. “I don’t want to add to it.” His conflicted gaze rises to mine. “I can see it there, lingering in the back of your eyes, whatever happened to you. It’s more than just your parents and I don’t want to add to it. I don’t want you to regret this.”

He’s too damn perceptive for my own good.

“I might be a little bit broken.” I give him. “But this is what I want, Jace.”

His hands drop to my hips and begin to gently massage. “I know this is probably just about you needing someone and that I should probably turn you away after the day you’ve had…”

“But you won’t.” I dip my head closer to his, bringing our lips a hairbreadth apart. “Because this is about needing someone and right at this moment I trust you enough to be that someone and trust… is not something I give easily. So be that someone for me, Jace. Please.”

I watch his eyes flick between mine, churning with indecision for another second before they lighten and settle. “Blondie, you never have to say please to me.”

He grips my hips, closing the distance between our lips with a soft kiss and I loop my hands around his neck as he teases my lips apart. The wine and light taste of him hits me as we explore each other. He tastes like everything warm and soothing and all the more powerful for it. He lets go of my hips to slide his hands around, inching them under the back of my shirt and I pull back, looking him in the eye as I reach down and lift my shirt off. Dropping it onto the deck beside us carelessly.

Jace’s eyes spark as they land on my breasts and he brings a hand up, running his fingers along the edges of my black lace bra in a featherlight caress. I lift my hand to the back of his hair and tangle my fingers, drawing his attention back up and dropping my mouth to his. The soft teasing kiss turning desperate as I feel him harden underneath me. I roll my hips against him, trying to find some friction to feed my growing need and feel his shoulders tense up as I do.

“Fuck,” he groans into our kiss. “I have to get you inside. Now.”

I laugh lightly into his mouth as he drops his hands to grip my ass and stands. Locking my legs around him, I bite at his lower lip, eliciting another groan as he holds me and navigates the short ladder leading to the main deck. He fumbles on the last step and almost sends us careening against the side of the boat before shooting a hand out to steady himself. We both lift our heads, soft laughter pouring from our mouths as our eyes lock and spark with desire.

And looking at him, letting myself be caught up in this moment, I realize I haven’t felt this light in ages.

Jace carries me the rest of the way inside the cabin, walking through the living quarters and pushing open the door that leads to his bedroom. Somehow managing to finagle us through the tight space. He stops at the end of a navy-clad bed that’s almost taking up the entire room and tosses me onto it, causing a surprised sound to escape my lips as his eyes twinkle down at me mischievously. He reaches out and quickly unlaces each of my Converse-clad feet, pulling the shoes off before reaching for the bottom of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at the deep cuts of his swimmer’s body, rolling my eyes over him in appreciation as he slides his boots off. There’s the faint line of a scar on the left side of his torso but I’m quickly distracted by that fucking lickableVcut disappearing into his jeans, desire thrumming through my veins. My gaze moves lower to the hard bulge in his jeans before I jerk my eyes back up, breathing hard as I meet his heat-filled gaze. Anticipation pulses between us as we eye one another and he stretches his arms out, coming over me, moving slowly as he drops his lips to mine in a teasing kiss. He moves his mouth lower to trail along the edge of my bra and then down between my breasts, pausing when his eyes land on the tattoo of script under my left breast.

He brings his hand up, fingers tracing the lines. “That’s one mystery solved.” His amused eyes dart to mine. “It’s beautiful. Who’s it by?”

“Someone who’s lost to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I try to give him a smile despite the pain his question spurs. Not willing to let the past steal this moment from me. “You’re here.”

His gaze lingers on the words for another moment, brows pulling down slightly before his expression clears and he continues kissing his way down over my stomach.

He reaches the edge of my jeans and lifts his head. “You with me, Blondie?”

“I’m with you, Dawson.”

He stares into my eyes for another moment, as if making sure of what he sees there before bringing his hand up to flick open the button of my jeans. Drawing the zipper down slowly. He threads his fingers under the top of my jeans and underwear, pulling them down my legs, baring me to him. I unhook my bra from behind my back and toss it to the side as he drops my jeans at the foot of the bed and stands there not moving. His eyes dart over every inch of my body as if he’s not sure where to look first.

“Goddamn.” He exhales deeply, darting his eyes up to mine. “You’re fucking breathtaking.”

I swallow down the whisper of feeling working its way up my throat, not sure what to do with his words, what to say. And I’m saved from having to respond when he reaches out and pulls me to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees. He throws my legs over his shoulders and drops his mouth a bare inch away from my pussy, blowing a soft breath against the sensitive skin that immediately has me digging my heels into his back. He moves an arm to rest over the top of my hips and brings his other hand up to run his fingers through my slit. Opening me up before his eyes. I grip at the comforter, unable to stop my squirming as he blows another breath against me before dropping his mouth to my clit.

He rolls the sensitive nub under his tongue teasingly, with practiced ease, giving me exactly what I need for a minute before moving his mouth to explore some other part of me. Then doing it again, and again. I drop my head to the bed and gasp, unable to keep myself propped up any longer as he fucking plays with me.

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