I ignored all that, and instead, I gave myself over to what I wanted, what I needed, in that moment. I’d deal with everything else later.
I brushed my lips over his, relishing the moment. He groaned, making me chuckle.
“That bad, huh?”
He opened one eye and peered at me. “That good. Which means I’ve either died in my sleep and gone to heaven or I’m having one of the best dreams of my life, neither of which pleases me as much as the possibility that this might actually be happening.”
I grinned at his goofiness and shook my head. “You are a strange man, Jace Logan.”
“An incredibly lucky man,” he corrected. “I’m waking up with an angel in my arms.”
I felt the heat rise in my face, conscious of the hard length pressed against my hip. Technically, we had slept together, but we hadn’t slept together.
“Most guys would say, you definitely didn’t get lucky.”
“They’d be wrong,” he countered, his voice deliciously deep and husky. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing right now.”
“Nothing? Really?” I shifted slightly, calling him on his bullshit.
“Well,” he said, grinning wickedly, “there is one thing. Or two. Maybe six.”
“Six?” I asked in disbelief. My sex-deprived body shivered at the possibilities.
He put his lips close to my ear and whispered several of those things into my ear. By the time he got to the third one, my panties were damp. At five, I licked my lips and whimpered.
“Yes,” I blurted out when he got to number six.
He pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes. “Yes?”
“Yes!” I repeated emphatically, ignoring all the reasons we shouldn’t and concentrating instead on why we totally should.
We were adults. He’d proven he was every bit as attractive on the inside as he was on the outside. He wanted me. It didn’t have to mean anything.
A potent cocktail of need and desire rose up inside me, another hunger I had denied for far too long.
Jace Logan was temptation personified, and in that moment, I wanted him more than I wanted to analyze the pros and cons or fight this insane attraction between us.
Chapter 9
Dear Ida,
The hot & sexy guy I’ve been secretly lusting after is turning out to be kind, sweet, and thoughtful beneath the cocky exterior. It’s getting harder to resist his charms. Also, he excels at dirty talk and smells fantastic. Will breaking my own rules just this once make me a bad person? – Still Celibate & Now Very Horny
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Dear SC&NVH,
Don’t just break your self-imposed celibacy – shatter that bitch! Hot, sexy, kind, sweet, thoughtful, fantastic-smelling dirty talkers are hard to find.
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Jace
There might have been some small part of my brain that raised its metaphorical hand and argued that this was a bad idea. That I would be taking advantage of her vulnerable state. That maybe I shouldn’t have whispered those things in her ear.
But damn it, I wanted her like I’d never wanted anyone. Sleeping with her tucked against me all night had roused some primal beast inside me. I wanted to make her mine, the way I was already hers.
Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? But this woman, she did things to me. Things I couldn’t explain with simple reason or logic.
Still, I would have resisted had I believed for one moment that she wasn’t totally on board.
Did I believe she felt the same way about me as I did about her? No, not yet anyway. I didn’t know the details, but I knew she’d been hurt by someone who, unfortunately, was in the business like me. It would take time to convince her that I wasn’t the man-whoring, groupie-banging playboy she thought I was, but I was willing to put in the time and effort.
So, yeah ... that little voice telling me I should get up and walk away was about as effective as an ant trying to stop midtown traffic at rush hour—especially when she was tugging at the waistband of my jeans with the impatience of a teenager. A thrill of anticipation, not uncertainty, coursed through me.
That decided, I forged ahead. I quickly relieved her of her clothes, hissing when I discovered the hardened tips of her breasts standing up and begging for my attention. I wasted no time in pulling one into my mouth while my hand cupped and fondled the other, loving the way she filled my large palm.
The smolder that had taken up residence deep within my groin several days earlier ignited and raced through my veins. She arched up, digging her nails into my sides with the scorching need of a woman in lust. Without relinquishing my treat, I helped her peel my jeans down below my hips, freeing my erection. In the span of a heartbeat, she closed her fingers around me, pulling and stroking me into instant madness.
“Eva, Angel, I’m not even going to make it to number one if you keep doing that,” I warned.
“Four,” she replied breathlessly. “Let’s go right to four. We can go back later.”
I grunted my approval, shucking out of the rest of my clothes in record time. I sheathed myself and was right back where I needed to be, fitting nicely between her open thighs. I slid my cock along her slick folds, pausing at her entrance when I found her primed and ready.
“Hell, Eva. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life. I’m sorry I’m not going to last—”
She shut me up in the most effective way possible—by thrusting her hips upward, impaling herself on my cock. Her eyes opened wide and then shuttered as I stretched and filled her to capacity. She let out this long, keening moan of pleasure that shot right into my balls.
“Ah, fuck!” I was going to embarrass myself; I knew it, and I didn’t even care because I knew I would make it up to her tenfold. I couldn’t fight it. Didn’t want to fight it.
She was so tight, squeezing me with rippling caresses up and down the length of my shaft. I was balls deep inside my angel, and she was milking my cock, tugging me in deeper in a desperate need that matched my own. I pistoned my hips, slowly at first and then increased the speed and intensity when I realized she was already on the edge too.
Her nails dug into my back, the glorious pain intensifying my pleasure. She clung to me, molding her gorgeous curves against my chest as I pounded into her. We fit together as perfectly as if we’d been fashioned for each other by a master craftsman.
Soon, she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she exploded around me, squeezing me in a possessive viselike grip that thrilled me. I immediately followed, shouting her name and thrusting deep as I pulsed out my release inside her.
For the first time in my life, I fully understood the term la petite mort because I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven. Yeah, it was that good.
The subsequent silence was nearly absolute, broken only by our heavy breathing. While it had been spectacular, it was over far too quickly. I wanted more. And in that moment, I realized that, in my haste and desire, I’d acted just like the rutting buck she thought I was.
Then, she began to pet my hair with tender, gentle strokes. “It’s okay, Jace,” she said softly, as if sensing my thoughts.
I leaned my head into her hand, craving more. “I’m sorry, Eva.”
“Are you?” she asked, trying and failing to hide the hint of hurt in her voice. “Because I’m not.”