Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
He withdrew to take a breath. “It’s been way too long.”
“Jace.” I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping tightly.
He growled again, leaning back in. This time, his tongue circled my clit, and my legs almost went out from under me. I couldn’t believe how easy this was, letting him take me, drive me to the heights of ecstasy. He’d always been an expert at making my body sing.
“Those eyes,” he said, pausing to take me in, and I wanted to whine in protest. “I could write an entire album about your eyes alone, Shannon.”
“You can write your album later. Right now, I really need you to—”
Before I could finish, his mouth returned, making me grip the counter with my free hand as I came within moments, shaking and shuddering against him. I wasn’t surprised by how little effort it took. Just being around him this last week had felt like foreplay, the build-up intoxicating.
I was a hot, depleted mess.
“Feel better?” he asked, smirking up at me, his hair going in different directions from all the tugging I’d done.
“Much,” I said, heart racing. “You?”
His handsome smile stole my breath. “On top of the fucking world.”
We stayed like that for a long time, him on his knees, gazing up like I was something to be venerated, me staring down in awe at this man who’d put us both through hell but was making every effort now to change. He’d been taking Zara to and from school, cooking us meals, tidying the house, and generally being there whenever I needed him. It was night and day to the Jace who disappeared into his addiction, seemingly incapable of swimming to the surface. I’d reached out so many times, trying to pull him to safety. Maybe that was never something within my capability. Maybe it always had to be him who did the heavy lifting and struggled to the top.
“You tore my underwear,” I said as I stared at the fabric lying on the floor.
“I’m sorry, baby.” His large, warm hand came to my thigh, rubbing apologetically. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
“Well,” I breathed, getting worked up again just from his touch. “Are you going to stay down there all day?”
“View’s pretty spectacular.”
I chuckled. He really was impossibly charming.
“Do you want me to—”
“I’m going to run you a bath. Then I’m going to put you to bed, and you’re going to sleep for as long as you need, no six-thirty alarms.”
His plan sounded like heaven, yet still, a part of me was disappointed. I didn’t want a bath or to sleep. I wanted him. Wanted him to carry me to my bed and make love to me, remind me of all the ways we were perfect together.
“Jace.”
“Yes, beautiful?”
The way he so naturally called me beautiful had a new flush staining my cheeks. “Can I suggest an alternative?”
At last, he stood, carefully helping me back into my pants before running his fingers through the ends of my hair. “Of course, you can. What is it?”
“I want you to take me to bed.”
His chest rose steadily. He effected a demeanour of calm, but I could tell from his eyes that he was struggling not to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. Bending close, his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “And what would I do to you there?”
“Everything,” I whispered, and the smirk returned, his eyes alight.
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
Frustrated, I gripped the waistband of his trousers and tugged him close, letting my hand drift to the rock hard cock straining beneath the fabric. I palmed his erection, and his loud groan filled the room. Going up on my tiptoes, I let my lips brush his mouth as I spoke, “I want you inside me.”
“Fuck, Shannon.”
I kissed him lightly, tasting myself on him. Less than a second later, his mouth was on mine, kissing me with a passion that almost floored me. He practically devoured me as I reached for his shoulders to keep balanced. Then his arms banded around my waist, folding me in tight like he never wanted to let go.
We didn’t quite make it to my bed. Jace picked me up, still kissing me as he carried me to the stairs, but he only made it three steps before he put me down and backed me up into the wall. We kissed like we were starved for one another. I felt myself sliding down the wall before Jace had me spread out on the stairs, his hand dipping inside my pants and stroking my clit that begged for more of his touch.
I fumbled for his waistband again, this time pushing his pants down and freeing his cock. I stroked it until he shuddered and grabbed my hands, pushing them away. He pinned them against the step behind me, his eyes aglow with desire.