Page 77 of Stolen Fate

I smiled a little at that. “How do you know Jace is a good man?”

“I don’t, but I know you. I know you wouldn’t allow yourself to fall for someone unless he’s good to you.”

I let out a sigh. “You say that, but sometimes we don’t have a choice in who we fall for. Sometimes, we love people who are bad for us, and that doesn’t make us weak, it makes it human. And I’m just saying I’m not the exception to that rule.”

“Is he then? Is he a good man?”

My lips pulled upward softly before I even knew what I was doing. “Yeah, Katie. He’s a good man.”

“Good. Then let the chips fall as they may, and hope for the best. That’s all any of us can do.”

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My conversationwith Katie stayed with me through the day.

Jace had something planned with Elliot today, so I didn’t see them much. Jace had asked me if I wanted to come along. I knew he was trying to include me in all the activities he and Elliot did, and as much as I wanted to, I said no. I needed to keep my distance until I decided what I wanted to do, and I didn’t want to send mixed signals to Jace, even though I knew he wanted more.

I was home by myself for most of the day, and I had dinner by myself in the kitchen. And for the first time since coming to New York, I had felt the loneliness I had only felt back in Boston.

I went to bed pretty early, but didn’t turn off the light, nor did I go to sleep.

I tried to read, only I couldn’t concentrate, so I threw the book on the floor in frustration when I found myself rereading the same sentences over and over again. It was the same romance book Katie had rolled her eyes at when she saw the cover model. It was one of those books with the black and white photo of a muscular man modeling with his shirt off. You couldn’t see his entire face, but whoever he was, he had a really nice jawline, with a scuff that wasn’t different to what Jace usually sported. Plus, he had abs, and that deep V that some men had that had always driven me insane—very similar to Jace’s, only his body was the only one that turned me stupid from the thought alone.

And when he had moved himself on top of me, moving against me… inside of me. The way that rock hard stomach had pushed against my much softer one, turning me on even more than I had been, just like when his muscles had bulged out as he held me to him.

I let out a small shiver from the memory, and suddenly I was aching.

A pulsating pound that had started out softly between my legs was now growing until it was hard to ignore, and all I really wanted to do was get out of bed and look for Jace in order to beg him to touch me again.

I let out a small sigh and laid back down in my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

I couldn’t even remember the last time I got myself off.

I moved my hands underneath the blanket and let them trail softly down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

First, I played with my breasts. I pinched my nipples, one to the other underneath my shirt, and felt them turn hard. I moved my legs together to relieve the ache I was feeling when I twisted one nipple, remembering the way Jace had twisted it with his own fingers those two times we were intimate before. I hadn’t taken any kind of care with them, and I realized I loved it a little rougher.

I loved the rough side to Jace, loved his dominating presence, and the way he automatically knew how much pressure I needed.

I bit my lip to keep from letting out the small whimper that threatened to leave me and moved my hands south.

I flinched a little when I reached my navel, my skin way too sensitive for it being just me in the bed, but if I closed my eyes, I could recall my night with Jace in perfect detail.

I remembered the blown pupils of his bright eyes, rendering them almost dark; the swollen look on his lips from having been abused by my teeth mere seconds before; the dark strands of his hair, messy from my fingers when he had buried his face between my legs preparing me to take him fully.

I moved one hand inside my panties and sought out my clit.

I moaned when my fingers touched the damp bud and bit my lips to keep from making any more noise. I wasn’t sure how soundproof these rooms were, and I didn’t want to take any chances, but I was too horny to even think about stopping.

I moved my fingers in slow circles, in gentle rhythms at first, right before I picked up the pace. My legs twisted and turned on the bed, as I tried to find the right pressure, the right angle, and when I found it…

I breathed out in hard, shuddered breath, and moved my fingers down to my wet slit, toying with my entrance—it was so sensitive.

Closing my eyes, I pretended it was Jace’s fingers moving in and out of me roughly, surrounded by my warm heat.

I moved my face to the side and bit onto the pillow to keep myself from screaming out in ecstasy.

It had never felt this good when I touched myself before. I knew it had everything to do with the fact that I was thinking of Jace.

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