Chapter 53 - Scarlett #3
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 my stomach 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.
“Roll over,” he demanded, pulling out and sitting back on his knees.
I happily obliged, anticipation coiling through me.
Jace paused for what felt like an eternity.
Then, with unbridled abandon, he thrust himself deep inside of me.
I cried out, and he stilled, letting my body stretch around him, letting me take in the fullness of him.
As he pulled back and found his rhythm, I was taken again by how we must look.
Me on all fours, a muscular, gorgeous guy taking me from behind.
“You’re perfect—you know that?” He growled.
My sex throbbed around him, a fresh orgasm coiling in my lower belly. And as he moved, as he gave me a mix of angry thrusts and gentle words, he pulled my head back and to the side so he could claim my mouth with his own.
“I’m coming,” I said against his lips.
He growled, thrusting harder into me to ride my wave, ripple after ripple. Until finally, he stilled with a climax of his own.
After, we lay there in the meadow, in each other’s arms, my body still humming from what we’d just shared. It was remarkable, how one person could take me from the trembling ball of terror, through the valleys of happiness and passion, and now into a place of complete contentment. All effortlessly.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” I admitted. “You’re pretty damn admirable—you know that?” In every way. Bedroom, emotions, you name it.
Jace stiffened beside me. Not the subtle kind of tension. We’re talking full-on marble statue mode. The silence stretched between us, elastic and threatening to snap while I was trying to figure out what in the world made the temperature drop between us.
I propped myself up on my elbow, studying the fresh apprehension on his face.
“Why did you deflate like an expired balloon when I said I find you admirable?”
His jaw tightened, eyes fixed on some distant point above my head. “I’m not the white knight you think I am.” He paused, and I swear, even the birds around us stopped chirping, straining their little ears to see if we’d heard him right. And then he added, “I’ve done something unforgivable.”
I froze. “What is it?”
He bit his lip while alarms began to blare. Whatever this was, it was big. Catastrophic.
“Another time,” he said.
“Fat chance. I’ll spend all night wondering what horror you’re keeping from me, and I’ve seen enough true crime shows to conjure some truly creative scenarios. Spill it. Now.”
Jace looked like he was mentally calculating the odds of winning an argument against me, then surrendered with a sigh.
He knew me well enough by now to gauge my stubborn streak.
I wasn’t letting this go. This man had just been inside me.
If he was keeping something from me, I damn well deserved to know what it was.
“Fine,” he said, voice flat. “But let’s get dressed first.”
“Why?”
“Because after I tell you, you might want to get away from me as fast as possible.”