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His eyes darkened. “Oh, you will, sweetness.” He slipped his hands up her inner thighs, running them over her pussy until he reached the waist of her trousers. With quick, sure movements, he removed them, and her panties too. The blue blouse she wore had a bow at the neck that put the brakes on.
“How do I get this thing off?”
“It’s called a pussy bow. They’re more of a retro detail in fashion.”
“There’s only two kinds of pussies I know. One’s meowing at the door to get in and the other, I’m about to bury my tongue in.”
Alternately giggling and tugging at the bow so Jace could pull the top over her head, she drank in the playful, dirty talk she was beginning to crave. How could she go about her simple life, getting up every morning and running Artemis, then coming home to just her cat?
She loved Hemingway so much but life with Jace had taught her how empty hers really was.
When he pushed off the bed, she made a grab for the front of his shirt and brought him down on top of her again. As if he understood her needs before she ever had to voice them, he dropped his mouth to hers in a deep, branding kiss.
Her toes curled into the covers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself up to her lover.
Passion flowed through her veins, a heady sensation she never thought she’d experience in her life.
“Jace,” she breathed against his lips.
He dropped his forehead to hers, breathing hard. “I know.”
With that, he climbed off the bed. She watched him strip off his clothes. Each ripple of muscle and flex of his tendons sent her to the next level of desire. When he stood totally naked beside the bed, she beckoned to him.
Words didn’t seem necessary as he settled over her body and began to stroke and strum every inch of her just the way he promised he would. Callused fingertips rode up her leg, dug into her hip and lifted her against his hard cock. She rubbed her pussy on the steeled length, panting each time her clit brushed the velvety tip.
“Oh, god!”
“Can you come like this? Come for me, sweetness. I want you soaking wet when I slide my cock inside you.” Heated words broke over her, and her body erupted in goosebumps.
She rocked harder, faster. He pressed his cock into her needy bundle of nerves and dipped his lips to her nipple. As soon as he drew it into his mouth, her body spiked. An orgasm she wasn’t expecting tore through her, making her gasp and cry his name. She stared into his eyes and saw all the love burning like flames in his.
She never wanted this affair to end. She was still wearing the ring he’d given her. He was still with her, and judging by the look on his face, he dreaded leaving her as much as she did.
As her final shudder tore through her body, she sank into the fantasy of having Jace forever.
Only she knew it was all a dream. This would be their last night together.
Chapter Sixteen
Every single inch of his cock that Jace fed into Bronte’s tight body had his balls on the verge of blowing. Being with her after all that happened heightened the sensation until he thought he’d burst with it.
He was pretty sure this was how love was supposed to be. The connection, intimacy and raw passion between two people.
Sure, they hadn’t known each other long. He had socks he’d worn longer—at least back in his teen years. But when Jace found something he wanted, he got it.
And he definitely wanted Bronte in his life.
He pumped his hips, driving his cock deep into her slick heat. She splayed her hands across his back, and the blunt ends of her nails scraping his skin dragged him even higher up the steep cliff.
One more tight squeeze of her walls around his rigid length and he’d explode.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he bit off. “I need to slow things down.”
“Or speed up so we can start all over again.”
He flashed her a grin that twisted into bliss when she rocked into him. He swung his hips faster, taking them both higher. With his lips crushed to hers, he pulled moan after sweet moan out of her.
She was the perfect woman in all ways, and he was damn lucky to have a few stolen moments with her. The thought of walking away, of boarding a plane for Montana without her, tore open a hole in his chest that would never close.
