Chapter 26
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M argo drove up the driveway to Jace's home. She practically laughed when she saw the Governor's Mansion. And didn’t it look beautiful? She hadn't been back here in ages. There was no need, and no one had even inquired about buying it.
Color her surprised when Jace told her he lived here. He owned it. So much for her top realtor status in Florida.
Before she could knock on the door, it opened.
He smiled at her. "Welcome to Casa Marriott."
He bowed and ushered her in with his hand. She laughed. Stepped through the threshold and into the foyer.
He closed the door and the second he did she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Their lips blended together beautifully. His were soft and wet. And they molded perfectly to hers. She couldn't get the kiss from last night out of her head.
She couldn't remember the last time anybody had ever kissed her like that. Certainly not in years. And she didn't remember it feeling quite like this.
His hands wrapped around her body. They were strong and firm, pulling her snugly to his body. A little moan escaped her throat, just feeling him pressed firmly against her.
It was so fucking exciting.
They kissed until they were breathless. And then he kissed down her cheek, her jaw, and her neck. She wore a spaghetti-strap white blouse. It was gauzy and fun. And his lips were able to kiss her shoulders. And then he kissed across her collarbone.
She dug her fingers into his hair and guided his head toward her breasts. He eagerly enjoyed the invitation. His firm fingers lifted her shirt, revealing a strapless bra.
He kissed over first one mound and then the other. Teasing her skin right where the bra started and her skin ended. His fingers slid around her ribs to her back.
He tucked a finger under her bra strap and pinched it with his thumb, and the bra released. He tugged it from the front and let it fall to the floor and his mouth quickly sought her breasts.
He sucked one nipple in, and the lightning bolt that shot through her body and right to her core was hot, fast, and surprising.
She groaned again.
He stood and lifted her high on his waist. Her legs wrapped around him, and his mouth found her breasts once more.
His hands each cupped an ass cheek and squeezed firmly as his mouth suckled on her breasts. One, then the next, then back to the first one. Back and forth.
Her excitement reached a fever pitch. Her skin grew warm, and her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy. She couldn't stand it. She wanted Jace Marriott. She wanted him badly.
He elicited so many emotions in her right now.
He pulled back and stared up at her.
She stared down into his gorgeous brown eyes for a long time. She licked her lips and his eyes dipped to her tongue and then back up to her eyes.
"I want you, Jace."
"Thank fucking goodness." He stared a bit longer and when he responded, his voice was husky. "I want you too, Margo."
He carried her to the grand staircase. They circled the room as they ascended each step. It was almost ridiculous how excited she felt about all of this. Her passions had lain dormant for years. So long, in fact, she'd nearly forgotten how it felt to be desired and to desire.
As he carried her, which seemed effortless, he kissed her jaw, nipped at her shoulder, or kissed behind her ear. Oh, that kiss caused so many things to happen to her body. As soon as he reached the bedroom door, he stepped inside.
He hurried over to the bed and gently lay her on top. In a fluid motion, he reached down and pulled her denim skirt over her hips and down her legs. He repeated the same with her panties. The cool air swirled around her bare skin, and the look in his eyes made goosebumps form on her skin.
She still had her gauzy shirt on, but it was lifted high over her breasts. She lay there, exposed to him. He took a deep breath and began removing his clothing. She shimmied out of her top, then watched as his beautiful body was exposed to her, one gorgeous piece at a time. His chest was toned for a fifty-something-year-old man. His arms, which she had enjoyed recently as he carried her, bulged with muscle.
Her eyes feasted on his body, then slid up to see him watching her. Goosebumps formed again and moisture gathered between her legs. He slowly unzipped his cargo shorts and let them fall to the floor. She enjoyed watching his body appear before her slowly and followed his form down to toned thighs and an impressive erection.
My God, how long had it been? She was trying to remember when the last time she had sex with Logan was. It had been a long fucking time.
Years.
It was probably years.
How had she not known that?
Or asked him about it? Or wondered about it?
Jace leaned over her slowly. He was taking his time, and she wanted him to hurry. She didn't want to wait anymore. His eyes stared into hers and it was as if she were locked into place and couldn't move. His eyes were beautiful. By themselves, they were beautiful. Thick spikey lashes framed the deep brown orbs. His tanned skin and graying hair complimented each other impressively. She wondered why he wasn't taken. What was wrong with the women in this town? He leaned further toward her. They were inches apart.
"Do I need a condom, Margo?"
Oh, a condom. She hadn't even thought of a condom. Her eyes rounded.
She opened her mouth to take a breath, but she didn't know what to say. He grinned and winked.
He pulled back, opened the bedside table, and rummaged around a little bit.
He found a condom, and she refused to think about him keeping them in that nightstand, in this room.
He ripped it open. Quickly rolled it on. And then he was back over her once more. His movements were fluid and sure, and it excited the shit out of her.
"Are you sure?"
Finally, a question she could answer. "Yes."
"Me, too."
He positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly slid inside of her. It was perfection. He never looked away. She didn't either. She wanted to watch him as he made love to her. It was electric.
Her body was so on fire. Her breathing came in bursts and every time he pushed himself into her body, she wanted to close her eyes and commit the feeling to memory. He filled her so completely. So...perfectly.
She continued to stare as her hands roamed his body. His muscles flexed and moved as he entered her again and again. It was unfreaking believable. He took his time. What she'd wanted quickly before, she now wanted to last. Every time he pushed into her, she wanted it to continue. He didn't disappoint. He began pushing into her and swirling slightly, hitting her clit perfectly. Her skin heated further, and that tingling feeling became more urgent, and he found that perfect spot each. And. Every. Time.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he growled.
Words didn't come to her. The feel of him entering her again and again consumed her brain.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and he groaned. She sighed.
She was unable to look away from him; she didn't want to either.
Her hands slid up his body until she reached his head. Framing his face with her hands, her thumbs smoothed over his cheeks.
"You are unbelievable," she whispered.
He grinned slightly and shook his head. "I beg to differ. You are unbelievable," he huffed out.
His hips moved faster, the urgency growing for release. He continued adding pressure in the perfect spot every time he entered her.
She was so fucking close. Her breathing stuttered from her lungs, and her vision dimmed as the pressure between her legs grew.
She gasped as that hot pressure pushed her over the edge of desire. "Jace!" she whispered.
"Beautiful," he rasped.
He pulled out and entered her twice more, then closed his eyes as he let go.
Un-freaking-real.