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  “Cat?” I heard the questioning sound of my name.

  As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t look over at Jace. I knew that, if I did, I would give in to the tears that were already building behind my eyelids. I didn’t want them to start falling, because if they did, I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop them.

  I heard and felt Jace move behind me. His strong arms snaked around my waist, holding me snugly, pulling my back flat against his stomach and chest. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and melted against him, closing my eyes at the sheer pleasure of being in his embrace. I loved the way I fit perfectly into his arms, as if I had been created for just that purpose.

  And then it hit me. This room was no longer my safe place. Jace’s arms were.

  I felt his lips as they kissed the top of my head and tingly warmth spiraled all the way down to my toes and every place in between—some places a little more concentrated than the others. I could tell from the erection that was straining against Jace’s jeans and pressing into my backside that he was getting just as much pleasure from the embrace as I was. I, instinctively, wiggled against him, wanting to feel more of him, all of him, and I felt, more than I heard, a moan rumble from deep in his chest.

  “Ignore that,” he rasped. “I know this is not that kind of hug, but my body has its own ideas.”

  Good. I thought silently. Let’s go with those ideas.

  Because, if we did, I knew that I could lose myself, even if just for a little bit. I would definitely be feeling, but it wouldn’t be fear, anxiety, or insecurity. It would be pleasure, acceptance, love. I could push the world away and become completely enveloped in Jace. In his touch. His kiss. His body.

  Unfortunately this whole sex thing was still relatively new to me. Normally, always, Jace initiated our encounters. This time it seemed like I was going to have to, at least, give him the green light if we were going to head in that direction. Swallowing hard, I said quickly, before I lost my nerve, “I think your body has the right idea. I…need you, Jace.”

  Jace’s hands tightened on my hips and he spun me around to face him. His eyes searched mine in a way I was finally getting used to. Normally, it made me nervous when he did that, but right now, I wanted him to see me, to see how much I needed him. I stared back into his crystal-blue stare, letting everything I was feeling show in my gaze. Leaving every raw emotion totally on display. I watched as his eyes darkened with barely-restrained desire and his pupils dilated. Then his hand cupped my jaw, his fingers brushing against my cheek as he tilted my head up, and he pressed his lips to mine. I automatically opened to him and his tongue swept in as he devoured me in a deep, passionate kiss.

  My breathing grew deeper and more rapid. I could feel my core heating up and my nipples hardening as they brushed against the lace of my bra. Every cell in my body was alive with electricity. An almost manic sense of desire and need flowed through me like a wave from my head all the way down to my fingers and toes, making some very pleasant stops along the way.

  Suddenly, I wanted more. This wasn’t enough.

  I threw my arms around Jace’s neck. His hands moved to my rear and he lifted me as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I clung to him as if for dear life, deepening the kiss we shared until it felt like our tongues were not just entwining but actually melding into one. I couldn’t tell where his mouth ended and mine began.

  That particular question was answered for me in the most definite way possible when Jace removed his mouth from mine and began trailing passionate kisses back to my ear and down my neck. My head fell back as needy sounds, that I almost didn’t recognize as my own, fell from my lips. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins like lava underneath my skin, and the trail that Jace’s mouth and tongue followed down my neck burned just as hot.

  “Shower,” I heard myself say in a desperate tone. I wanted to be naked with Jace. I wanted to wash away everything except for the feeling of his touch, his tongue, his mouth on my body.

  With my hands gripping his hair, Jace moved with panther-like strides across my room, steady but fast. He pushed the bathroom door open and roughly set me on the counter, brushing aside all of the lotions and other bottles I had sitting there. The brazenness of the whole maneuver took my arousal to the next level. I had to feel him against my skin right then, right there. I couldn’t wait even a fraction of a second longer.

  I tore off my tank top and bra in one swift and desperate motion. I needed to feel Jace’s mouth and hands on my bare skin. I needed to feel his fingers trailing up and down the sensitive skin of my belly and his tongue flicking the hard nubs of my nipples. I needed to feel his strong hands encircling my waist, making me feel safe and secure in his powerful grasp. I reached out and quickly whipped his T-shirt off, too.

  Jace peppered hot open-mouthed kisses over my collarbone and down my chest. He brushed his hands up my sides and then down again, leaving gooseflesh in his wake and causing my entire body to tremble convulsively. This was how it was with Jace. Every touch, every kiss was like an all-consuming fire that couldn’t be put out. Every touch or kiss, that was heaped on the flames, stoked our passion to even higher heights of bliss.

  As Jace’s mouth continued its inexorable journey down my body, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. One moment, I was unable to suck air into my lungs at all, and the next, I was practically hyperventilating. I loved it. I loved how Jace made me feel.

  I arched my back, pushing my breasts forward, begging him without words to take my sensitive peaks in his mouth. Oh, there was nothing in this world like the amazing feelings Jace’s talented tongue could bring out in me when he put it to work in all my sensitive places, and I desperately needed him to start doing that now.

  Jace read my signals like he always did and cupped both of my breasts in his hands. He slowly kissed his way down towards my nipples and then gently teased them, one by one, with the hard tip of his tongue. Once they were fully coated, slick and shiny with his saliva, he started alternating brushing his thumbs over them with the actions of his tongue.

  The shivers his tongue was sending through my body started at the tips of my breasts and zinged like lightning all the way down between my legs. They got more and more intense with every stroke of his tongue, and I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter with each pulse. I felt like I would explode with the sheer joy and intensity of it all.

  My inner walls became tighter and achier with each passing second, crying out for release in the form of a touch from Jace’s fingers or tongue. I disentangled my hands from where they were grasping his hair and moved my trembling fingers down to unbutton my jeans.

  Without ever stopping the achingly perfect attention he was giving my nipples, Jace moved his hands down to cover mine and stilled their shaky movements.

  “Not yet,” he whispered against me, “We’ll get there. But not yet.”

  I wanted to object, to say that I was already there. My core throbbed like it was going to implode from the tension Jace was causing. But when I opened my mouth to speak, all I could muster was a groan. I fisted my hands back in his hair and pushed my chest forward, causing my nipples to be even more fully engulfed by his fiery mouth.

  He picked up the pace of his movements, sucking my nipples into his mouth and curling his tongue hard around them. I closed my eyes and saw whirling colors that I would have sworn mirrored the swirling patterns his tongue was using on my breasts.

  “God, I love your body,” he gasped, “It’s so perfect. I could just worship it all day.”

  “Not all day,” I protested breathlessly. Then I begged, “Please!”

  He chuckled, a low, rasping sound, as he bit down on one of my nipples.

  Again, I opened my mouth to protest that it wasn’t funny, but I surprised myself by crying out instead as a particularly intense erotic bolt shot through me.

  “Okay.” Jace flattened his tongue and licked my nipple—which still stung in the best way possible—he’d just bitten. “Since you
asked so nicely.”

  I bit down on my bottom lip as a small moan of gratitude escaped my lips when Jace’s large hands moved to my waistband. He lingered there though, teasing me until I thought I would die. When I lifted my head and stared into his ocean-blue eyes, which were heavy lidded and surrounded by thick dark lashes, a small smile lifted on his face and he finally began unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, although it was a much slower pace than I would have preferred.

  Then, instead of ripping them off my hips and taking my panties along, which was what I wanted him to do—or at least I’d thought I did—he pulled my jeans down my legs and left my panties on. Once those hit the ground, his hands ran up my trembling thighs and parted them further as his eyes ran up and down my body. Sitting in front of him, topless in nothing but white cotton panties, I felt so…sexy. The way he looked at me made me feel desirable, wanted, craved.

  My thighs flexed against the cold marble of the countertop as I watched him run his long fingers along the sides of my underwear. He inhaled sharply as he brushed his knuckles over the damp center of my core before slipping two fingers beneath the soft, cotton barrier. My body shivered with delight as he began to stroke my wetness.

  “Mmmm…so hot…so wet…” he murmured against my nipples, which he began suckling again.

  I started to feel the distant tremors that indicated that an orgasm was right around the corner. I hadn’t actually started coming yet, but I could tell that, with just three or four more expert strokes by his amazing, strong fingers, I would be coming apart at the seams. I wouldn’t be able to pull it back once it started.

  I put a hand firmly on Jace’s wrist, stilling his movements. I couldn’t speak in anything other than a ragged gasp. “Jace, I’m gonna come…”

  He looked up at me, naked lust burning in his eyes. “I know. I want to make you come.”

  My body jerked against his hand and I almost did exactly what he wanted from just listening to his words. He wasn’t even moving his fingers yet.

  I nearly gave in, surrendered to the mesmerizing effect his body, his hands, his mouth, and his voice combined to weave around my mind, but I managed to grab the one last, tiny shred of awareness I still had. It was just enough to allow me to put the words together to clarify my meaning.

  “No,” I panted. “I mean… I want to come with your mouth on me or while you’re inside me. I want to save it. You know?”

  He rose up so that face was just millimeters from mine, never moving his fingers from where they were pressed intimately against the sensitive nub at the top of my sex. He was so close that I could feel his lips moving as he said, his tone low and intimate, “That’s so cute that you think you’re only going to come once. No. That’s not what’s going to happen here today. I want you to come like this. I want to watch your face as you lose control. First, I’m going to make you come right now, with my fingers”—he began to move his fingers, ever so slowly and gently, in a small circular pattern over my clit—“and then I’m going to make you come with my tongue, and then I’m going to make you come with my cock.”

  With that, he forcefully thrust his tongue between my lips, capturing my mouth with hungry urgency as he fisted one hand roughly in the hair at the base of my neck, tilting my head so that he had total control over our kiss. At the same time, he slid his fingers down and plunged them into my opening, moving them in a powerful rhythm while his thumb resumed the circular pattern his fingers had just abandoned over my clit.

  My whole body began to shudder almost immediately, the orgasm rocking through me with superhuman strength. Oh, God! I snaked my arms around Jace’s neck, pressing my nipples, which were still slick with his saliva, against his rock-hard chest, which was now damp with his sweat.

  I wanted his fingers deeper inside me, wanted his thumb to brush my clit even harder. I felt my hips jerk forward, as much as leverage would allow, rocking against his hand.

  Jace pulled back from the kiss just long enough to say, “Come for me, baby… That’s right. Come for me, Cat…” before he plunged his tongue back into my mouth with a fierceness I wasn’t sure I had ever felt from him before.

  Immediately, I felt a powerful orgasm rocket through me. Every muscle in my body seized and electric shocks of pleasure lit up every nerve ending like fireworks. Through the entire thing, as my body bucked and writhed and my inner muscles clenched against his fingers, Jace never stopped kissing me deeply. That kiss was the thing that anchored me. It was what I held on to as the rest of my body, mind, and soul felt like they were spinning off into a million pieces.

  Then, even the awareness of that was gone as I surrendered to the white light of pleasure-filled oblivion.

  Chapter 5

  Jace

  Damn. Cat was so unbelievably sexy. It was all I could do not to bust a nut as I pulled my head back to watch her gorgeous face as she came.

  This was such a new experience for me. With every other girl I’d ever been with, I’d been most concerned—by far—with my own pleasure. Everything I’d done for them sexually was part of a ‘quid pro quo’ equation I had in my mind. If I do X amount for them, then they will do Y amount for me.

  With Cat, it was nothing like that. I got as much pleasure—if not more—from watching her reactions to the way I touched her, from witnessing the unbelievable pleasure my hands and my mouth gave her, as I got from her touching me.

  Sex with Cat was hotter than I had ever experienced, and when I came with her, it was so far beyond the mere physical release they usually were, that it wasn’t even funny. It was like an out-of-this-world experience.

  But even with all that, I still loved giving her sensual gratification even more than I loved receiving it from her. In fact, the entire time we were together, I found myself constantly imagining new ways to bring her pleasure rather than thinking about all the ways she might give it to me.

  I guess this is what it’s like when you love someone. There was just no other explanation for it.

  I watched every small nuance and muscle movement in her face as I moved my fingers inside her. The sight of Cat’s face when she was coming was one of the most erotic I could imagine.

  I memorized the flush on her cheeks, her swollen lips, her heavy eyes. Yeah, that visual was definitely going to be prime spank-bank material for sure.

  I slowed my movements as I saw her breathing begin to normalize and her spasms become a little less intense. Leaning forward, I stroked her hair and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead as she gently came down from the powerful orgasm I’d just given her. I watched her face as an array of sensations and emotions flashed across it in succession. Profound pleasure all the way down to deep satisfaction.

  When she finally opened her eyes, I was there, looking right into them. She smiled at me and brought her hand up to brush against my cheek. “That was amazing,” she said. “Thank you.”

  That was another one of the things I loved about Cat. She said what was on her mind. She had no pretensions, no façade. If it was amazing, she said that it was amazing.

  “That was just the beginning,” I promised her with a cocky grin on my face.

  Her eyes sparkled and the corners of her mouth rose into a playful smile. “Really? What did you have in mind?”

  Without saying anything or even making eye contact again, I pushed her legs farther open and knelt on the tile floor in front of her.

  Her gorgeous almond eyes widened as her breathing became more labored. “I don’t think I can… I mean, so soon after I just… I’m not sure…”

  While she was still talking, I covered her sweet little pussy with my mouth, kissing it softly, barely brushing my lips against hers, and she sucked in a startled breath, her hands moving to my head. As I peppered angel soft kisses down the seam of her opening and then back up to her clit, I felt Cat’s thighs relax against my shoulders and open even more. When she did, I began tracing the outline of her sex with my tongue. Running it up and down her lips, her slit, and around her clit.
Never once actually touching it.

  When I felt her hip move and saw her swollen bud straining for my attention, I lightly brushed my tongue over it. She whimpered and her hips jerked up, searching for my tongue. Once again, I circled the area she wanted to feel my tongue the most. Then I continued my sensual licks, teasing her body relentlessly. Making sure she was primed and ready for what it would take to make her come again. When her whimpers turned into moans and she began grinding her pussy into my mouth with each pass of my tongue, I started licking her at a faster pace, rapidly flicking my tongue against her clit.

  I felt her fingers tangle roughly in the hair at the back of my head, pushing my face forward even deeper into her sweet pussy, as she murmured fevered exclamations of encouragement.

  “Oh, yes, Jace. Your tongue feels so good.”

  My cock painfully grew even harder at her words. Damn, Cat really knew what to say to turn me on. It came naturally to her. All the contrived dirty talk in the world could not make my dick as hard as just hearing her cry out, “Your tongue feels so good,” while I was licking her clit.

  As I brought Cat closer and closer to orgasm with my mouth, I trailed my fingers up and down her sides, over her perfect breasts, up and down her back, and up and down her outer thighs. I didn’t want to ignore any area of her sensitive body. Not to mention, from a completely selfish perspective, I loved the way her muscles jumped under my fingers. I loved that I was able to have that much of an effect on her with a simple touch. God, it was fucking hot.

  Her entire body bucked as she grabbed my shoulders. I moved one hand around to her lower back and spread my fingers to hold her, controlling her movements to ensure that she didn’t hit the mirror behind her or slide off the counter as pleasure rocked her body. I continued my suctioning kisses over her pussy as she gasped and her thighs pressed forcefully against my cheeks, her entire body convulsing in release, as she called out my name in a hoarse whisper.

  Cat’s legs relaxed as the rest of her body went limp. I stood up, and before she could even completely come back to reality from that intense orgasm, I picked her up and carried her to the shower. After setting her down on her feet, I kept one arm around her waist, for a moment, to make sure she would be able to support herself on shaky knees.