Chapter 16 Jace
JACE
I was a goner. I’d known it for a while, but tonight I’d had all the confirmation I needed. Taking her hand, I led her from the elevator to her room. Brooke’s hand shook slightly when she slid in the card.
We’d barely closed the door behind us when I started touching her again, pinning her in place with my hands on her waist. I ran the tip of my nose up and down the back of her neck.
She started to shake slightly. Then I flipped her around, needing to see that fire in her eyes, to taste her.
I kissed her hard and deep, exploring her until she pressed her hips against me, seeking friction.
I was painfully turned on. I kissed her even harder, swallowing up her moans.
I was greedy for her sounds of pleasure, to taste the rest of her. I explored her mouth all the way to the bed, feeling her give in to me more with every lash of my tongue, every stroke of my hands. She was undoing my belt before I even reached for her zipper.
“Wait a second, baby,” I whispered.
“No. Why wait?”
I hurried to the bathroom, opening the personal hygiene kit, retrieving the condom.
I’d noticed it earlier when I’d inspected my own kit.
I placed the packaged condom on the bed before pouncing on her again, kissing her with even more urgency than before.
She worked on my belt again. I yanked my shirt over my head, pushing my jeans and boxers out of the way before removing her clothes.
I lowered her zipper, pushing her dress down, and nearly came when I saw that corset she was wearing. It was stunning and sexy.
“You look beautiful, Brooke.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t realize you were wearing this when we were in the bar.” I traced her clavicle with my fingers as I spoke, feeling her skin turn to goose bumps, her breath becoming more labored.
“Why not?”
“We wouldn’t have made it to the room.”
I moved behind her, starting to undo the tie at the top, pulling it out of the eyelet.
After every eyelet, I parted the fabric, kissing the skin I’d uncovered. When I reached the middle of her back, I sat on the bed, pulling her between my legs. That gorgeous, round ass brushed against my inner thighs, testing my control.
Once I’d undone the last of the eyelets, Brooke made to turn around, but I stopped her. “No. I want you like this.”
She stilled, and I could tell she was holding her breath, waiting to feel where I’d touch her next.
I moved two fingers between her legs, stroking her over the silk.
Brooke moaned, pressing herself into my fingers, reaching with her hands behind her back, clearly greedy to touch me.
I removed her panties, then turned her around, holding her exactly where I wanted her, sucking on a nipple until I felt her want to pull away because she’d become too sensitive.
I didn’t allow it. I kept her firmly in place with one hand, while I stroked her clit with the other.
“Ooooh, Jace. God—”
Her words became unintelligible when I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them until she buckled, and her thighs started shaking.
I’d found her sweet spot. I kept her like that, licking her nipple, pumping my hand between her legs until she braced her hands on my shoulders and came hard.
She nearly lost her balance, but I steadied her, placing an arm on her waist, the other on her thigh.
“Sit on me, babe.”
She lowered her sweet ass on my thighs the next second, resting her knees on the bed, lacing her hands around my neck.
Her breath was still shaky. I glanced down between us.
My erection was pressing against her pubic bone, and when she brought a hand down, rubbing her palm against the tip, I tilted my head back, letting out a deep, guttural sound.
“Fuck. Fuuuuck.”
I moved us both on the bed, bringing Brooke underneath me and putting on a condom. And then I slid inside her—not too much, because I wanted to give her the time to stretch around me. Brooke fisted the bedsheet with one hand, pressing her hips into me, taking all the rest in.
“You feel amazing.” I lay like that, without moving, simply enjoying this amazing feeling of being wrapped up in Brooke, feeling her arms around my neck, her inner muscles pulse around me.
I’d been certain I would be rough tonight, but when I started pumping in and out of her, I needed to do this slowly, to explore her as gently as possible, to savor every tiny sensation she spurred inside me.
I wanted to lose myself in her, draw this out for as long as possible.
I skimmed my hands over every bit of Brooke I could touch, smothered her face and neck with kisses.
My orgasm built up slowly, starting with a pull behind my navel, a tension clenching in all my muscles. I held out until she climaxed, but not a second longer.
I moved away from her only enough for me not to crush her with my weight, but I kept an arm around her waist as we both fought to regain our breath. I had to let go all too soon, walking to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I chuckled, realizing I was still semihard.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw Brooke in the doorway glancing at my ass appreciatively. A second later, she realized I was watching her, and shrugged.
“What? It’s a nice ass. Can’t blame me for looking.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I held out my hand for her, pulling her my way until she was flush against me.
“Hmmm… I sense someone’s looking forward to the rest of the night.”
“That’s an understatement.”
I pulled her into the shower, where we made out more than cleaned up, with the result that I was rock hard by the time I carried her to bed.
I placed her on the mattress, skimming my lips from her navel up to her sternum before moving on to a nipple, pulling it into my mouth.
Brooke gave a low gasp, and by the way she clenched her thighs together, I was sure she was ready for me again.
Moving between her thighs, I rubbed the length of my erection against her entrance.
She was so slick for me, it was maddening.
“Jace, this is….” Her words faded in a gasp.
“I want you to still feel me when I’m not inside you. I want you to miss me.”
“Just so I’m prepared, are we going to get any sleep tonight?”
I smiled against her skin, down her chest.
“Probably not. But you can rest tomorrow. You already agreed to spend tomorrow with me.” I stopped my descent, looking up at her.
My muscles locked down while I waited for her reaction.
Would she backtrack, because things had changed between us since we’d made plans a few hours ago?
I was prepared to push back if she did. There was no way I wasn’t spending tomorrow with her.
“I know. I can’t wait.”
I returned to kissing her, even though I had an inkling she’d only agreed so fast because we were in New York.
Brooke was sleeping with her head on my chest when I woke up next morning.
For the past fourteen years, the first thing I’d done upon waking up was to head out for a run.
Right now though, I wouldn’t move from this bed even for a million bucks.
I was just going to wait for Brooke to wake up…
even though, if she needed much longer, I might run out of patience and take matters into my own hands.
I had plans for us today, and sleep was getting in the way.
Brooke began to stir about half an hour later, and I saw my chance.
“You up already?” she mumbled, lifting her head to look at me.
“Yep.”
“And cheerful. My head feels like it’s weighing a ton. Why are you so fresh?”
“I usually get up at this time.”
“Oh, that’s right. For your run.”
“First morning in fourteen years when I didn’t go for a run.”
She squinted. “Is this supposed to make me feel special?”
“Yes.”
Brooke didn’t look too impressed. I changed tactics.
I twirled us in the bed, climbing on top of her, and running the tip of my nose up and down the side of her neck.
She squirmed under me, letting out a shriek of laughter.
The side of her neck was a ticklish area.
Good to know. I didn’t want to be cruel this early in the morning, so I moved lower, kissing between her breasts.
“What are you doing?” she inquired.
“Showing you how special you are. Wouldn’t want you to operate under a misconception.”
I was about to resume all that kissing when I noticed her grin. “What?”
“Nothing. Carry on. I need lots and lots of proof before I believe you.”
“I’m more than happy to provide it.” She laughed, but the sound quickly turned into a moan when I lowered a hand between her thighs, lazily drawing a circle around her clit.
“That’s a shortcut,” she pointed out playfully.
“I’m full of tricks.”
Afterward, when we both came out of the shower, I became aware of how hungry I was.
“Let’s order room service.”
She poked my abs. “Blasphemy. We’re in New York on a weekend. Do you know how many breakfast and brunch places are around?”
“I don’t actually. I don’t go out much when I’m here for a game.”
“Well, today, you have your very own guide.” Brooke lifted her arms, pointing her forefingers at her head. The towel she’d wrapped around herself slid a few inches lower, and she caught it just in time, grinning sheepishly.
“Wouldn’t mind if you’d let it drop.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. But then we’d be right back where we started, and you would still have no breakfast. Come on, no time to lose.”
We met in the lobby of the hotel twenty minutes later, after I’d gone to my room to change.
Brooke was already there, talking to Andrew.
“Hey, man,” Andrew greeted. “Brooke here tells me she’ll show you a store where you can buy that vintage stuff for Milo.”
“Yes. She’s saving my ass. Won’t have to show up with that lame shirt I bought yesterday.”
Andrew nodded. “See you at the game?”
“Not sure I’ll make it. You know I’m not a big fan. I’ll catch up with you at the hotel afterward.”
Afterward, Brooke and I headed out onto the street. “Where to?”