Chapter Eight #3
Aurelie laughed, her voice wavering as her body trembled, desperate for Jace’s mouth to be on her again.
Before she could resort to begging, his lips closed down hard on her nipple, then teeth followed.
Instead of pain, she erupted with lust, damn near heaven-bound.
She arched her back so that her stomach brushed against his chest, hard and chiseled as marble.
It was almost too much to take—much like the rest of being with Jace was proving to be—but unlike before, her brain was unable to form an argument against him.
With one hand cupping her raised butt cheek, the other found its way to where his mouth had started.
Two fingers entered Aurelie, who was wet and splayed for him, and once inside her, they moved gracefully at first, in and out, teasing her bud as they moved, but as her breath hitched in her chest, they moved faster, thrust deeper inside her.
“I want you,” she cried out. “Jace, please, make me come.”
“Anything for my wife,” he whispered in her ear as her feet found purchase against the bed, lifting her ass higher in the air, closer to him than before.
“I want you inside of me,” she told him. God knew she’d never wanted anything, anyone, as badly as she did this stranger with whom she now shared a last name. If she never found out another shred of information about him, tonight would be enough for her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice almost a growl.
His hand slid from her, and she opened her eyes in time for him to take a step back and slowly strip off his shirt.
He paused for a moment before removing his slacks, and she gazed with wanton appreciation at the tanned skin that covered muscles piled on top of more muscles, each one flexed for her.
She sat up and ran a hand down his stomach, her legs spread as she reached around and used his butt to pull him into her.
Aurelie met his eyes, saw the fire burning in them as she undid his belt, popped the button from its slit on his pants before sliding them down until they rested at his ankles.
All the while, her gaze never left him. She kissed his stomach, his strength pushing back against her lips, and her mouth moved to where his boxers stopped her from advancing on him any further.
Bordering on frustration at being stopped from exploring more of him, all of him, she used her teeth to move the silk fabric down, her hands assisting from behind.
When he sprung free in front of her, she gazed back up into Jace’s eyes, hoping to convey her gratitude for all that he had given her, before she took him in her mouth and began to move up and down his shaft with firm lips and an eager tongue.
His hands tangled in her hair like hers had been in his earlier, and she let him pull her closer, so that she took more of him in her mouth. Her tongue teased his tip until it beaded with cum. The saltiness on her tongue urged her faster, encouraged her to cup the area beneath his shaft.
Jace moaned, growled above her, and he grew even harder inside her mouth. Her tongue made one final pass before she pulled her head back and scooted back on the bed. Her dress was still on, but she had her legs open so that Jace could see beneath it.
She offered everything she had.
“Come,” she demanded, feeling more like her confident self than she had since she’d met him.
She gestured to the bed beside her and in no time at all, Jace’s shoes, socks, slacks, and boxers lay in a pile at the foot of the bed.
He climbed atop her waist, his shaft standing tall, demanding her full attention. God, did she want to give it to him.
Jace slid her dress up until it was above her breasts, but he let the material fall around her neck so he could cup each of her breasts in his hands.
He flicked the now-hard nipples with his fingers, and she arched underneath him, craving more, but wanting him to slow down at the same time so this never had to end.
It was exquisite torture, but she wouldn’t trade it.
“Patience,” he told her as he dipped his head to suckle on her breasts. “We’ll get there.” He chuckled, his breath hot on her skin, which erupted in goosebumps in the open air.
“Please. Now.” All the English skills known to man could have been bestowed upon her, and it wouldn’t have made a damn bit of difference.
She was all nerves, all kinetic energy, her preferred communication her submissive body beneath Jace’s.
She couldn’t believe that this kind of connection was out there, that she’d gone without until now. It was almost a crime.
That they couldn’t have more than this was nearing a problem—how could this connection not make her want more?—but not one she cared to address tonight.
“Well, when you put it that way, my highness.” With that, Jace walked away from her, and her body instantly went into withdrawal. She was restless, out of place. Even her skin ached for him to be closer, to come back within touching range, but she couldn’t see him. Where the hell had he gone?
Finally, he came back with a small bag, which he tossed haphazardly at the foot of the bed, a small tin foil square in his hand.
He waved it at her, his grin as wide as she’d ever seen it, giving him the look of a man ten years his junior while at the same time keeping the sensuality of the moment. A condom.
Aurelie laughed loudly and crooked her finger to call him back over beside her.
“Your confidence knows no bounds, does it?” she teased. Jace shook his head, his chest hovering over her, sobering her up.
“Are you complaining that I thought ahead?” he asked as he tore open the packet while simultaneously rubbing her entrance.
She bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
No, she wasn’t complaining at all. In fact, she was trying not to curse the luck she had with him.
“Come here. Help me.” He handed her the condom and stood in front of her so that his shaft pointed deliciously at her lips.
She resisted the urge to swallow him whole and instead rolled the rubber down his rigidity, using one hand to rub the area between it and his delicious backside.
“Jesus, Aurelie,” he whispered, his hands back in her hair. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” She smiled up at him, then leaned back, her legs open for him.
“Why don’t you show me?” she said, her breath a wisp of air that she hoped reached him.
Jace leaned over her and with one thrust, slid inside her and filled every bit of what she offered him. She gasped, then moaned with pleasure as he moved quicker, pushed harder into places she didn’t know existed in her own body. She wouldn’t last long like this; she was already close to coming.
“Jace,” she cried out. “I’m so close.”
“I want you to come.”
“Only if you come with me,” she said, her breath caught in her throat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tight against her chest, delighted to find that this didn’t slow his pace.
“God, yes.”
Aurelie cried out as he thrust harder, faster inside her. She opened and closed around him, and for the first time since she’d lost her virginity, was vividly aware of the power of that part of her body.
Jace’s arms flexed, and he tensed inside her just as she crested the peak of her own desire.
“I’m there.”
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Yes!” With a cry of pure ecstasy, Aurelie shuddered as the most body-shaking, world-changing orgasm rolled through her. Jace collapsed next to her, rolling her sideways so he didn’t leave her.
He kissed the tip of her nose, then her cheeks, his breath ragged and heavy.
“For fuck’s sake,” he whispered, his hands wrapped in her hair.
An aftershock of happiness trembled over her skin as he pulled her head in for a passionate kiss.
His tongue wasn’t nearly as explorative as it had been before they’d made love, but it teased her mouth open, ran along her lips before he sucked her bottom lip in, nibbling on it with his teeth.
It was passionate, but lacking the desperation of their earlier kissing.
She exhaled a contented sigh as he released her, wanting to dissolve into a puddle at his feet, while at the same time flip him over and ride him until morning.
“Indeed,” she whispered.
“What can I make you for dinner?” he asked, his face positively shining. His eyes were cerulean, the truest green-blue from her hometown, light seeming to emanate from inside them. How could she ever be homesick when her home was reflected in the eyes of a man she was falling for?
“You can cook, too?” she wondered aloud. Was there anything this man couldn’t do?
“Well, duh. I can’t just get by on my good looks and money, you know.”
Aurelie laughed until his mouth was on hers again.
“Jesus. I can’t get enough of you, Mrs. Michaels.” Did he mean in bed? Surely he hadn’t reversed his lifelong directive to stay single that easily?
“Good, because you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me now,” she said. Clarifying, she added, “I have so many positions we’re going to have to check off now that I know you’re good for them.”
“God, I hope so.” He kissed her long and deep, and she tried like hell not to let the kiss ignite the flutters in her heart. She focused the energy on her sex until her stomach rolled.
“We have sandwiches,” she said, and he pulled back his head from hers.
“Say what?”
She realized how out of context her statement was and giggled.
“I mean, you can cook tomorrow. We still have sandwiches in the fridge.”
“That’s right. Damn, I completely forgot about lunch when I realized what I was really hungry for,” he said, dipping his chin and kissing the top of her breast. As if on cue, his stomach roared in mutiny. “But hell, I’m pretty starving now. Stay put. I’ll bring them to us in bed.”
“Paige would never allow that,” Aurelie told him.
“Well, she should come home and stop me,” Jace said, winking as he pulled out of her and rolled off the edge of the bed.
A flood of moisture pooled between her legs, and she would have been embarrassed at the amount of her that seeped from within if she didn’t know exactly what caused it: the beautiful man who’d just left.
He elicited feelings she’d never experienced, and her body reacted viscerally to him.
She’d need to keep tabs on them, lest they get out of control.
He walked to the bathroom attached to the guest room, and Aurelie appreciated the view of his tight butt that led to muscular thighs and strong calves as he moved.
“Shit,” he muttered to himself, so low she barely caught what he’d said. “Shit, shit, shit.”
That time, she didn’t miss it, nor the fear lacing the words.
“What is it, Jace?” She leaned up on her elbow, a feeling of unease washing over her.
He peeked his head out of the bathroom.
“I think we have a problem, Aury,” he said. His brows were pulled together in the center, tight with worry. Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest, and the lines creased her forehead as her own brow furrowed.
“No,” she said, the pieces falling into place. “When?” she asked, her voice bordering on shrill.
“I’m not sure. But it’s broken, and there isn’t anything inside.”
“Shit,” she echoed.
So much of the day had forced the reality of this marriage on her, but nothing was quite as effective as realizing she’d just made love with her fake husband without protection.
Though she could hope it didn’t mean anything, that nothing would result, when she sped through the math in her head, this was the worst possible time for that to happen.
Aurelie had the distinct feeling that their earlier talk of children would need to be revisited in the coming weeks. As would their talk of what their fake marriage could include.
For not the first time that day, Aurelie wondered what she’d done. Fear gripped her, her decisions leading up to that moment flashing in front of her as if on a highlight reel of epic mistakes sent to taunt her.
She was certain of only one thing: Her fake marriage was about to get very real.