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Jace takes a slow step toward me.
Then another.
I’m going to touch him just like I did in my fantasy. I just need to have him next to me, kiss him, my eyes closed so I don’t fall apart under his probing gaze that makes my knees weak. I’m so much braver on paper. And so much more experienced with words.
Another step.
Those feet between us are killing me.
I falter, and my fingers brush against the blue canvas.
Jace stops a foot away from me, a corner of his lips lifted in a little daring smile.
I put the paintbrush down, gazing at him, too nervous to look down at where he strokes himself.
The last step is mine.
I close the inches between us.
My hand pushes his away and wraps around his erection, velvety and warm to the touch, a rock wrapped in soft skin.
His lips part in a tiny gasp. But his hand doesn’t fall off. Instead, his fingers loosely brush mine, nudging me to stroke him, like he’s guiding me.
Finally, I have Jace naked in front of me. In my hand…
I rise on tiptoes, and when our lips mold in a kiss, my nervousness falls away. My other hand slides up his body, to his pectorals, the hard muscles that feel fantastic, then grazes over his hard nipple.
I want to feel him.
Ineedto. Everywhere. I wish I was naked and pressed against him.
I stroke his shaft then cup him. His soft grunt makes me smile against his lips. He bucks his hips at me just slightly, and I stroke him faster.
His hands cup my butt, squeezing gently.
I moan into his mouth, and he answers with a groan, deepening the kiss.
His one hand moves over my hip and comes to the front, then slides under my shorts and between my legs.
The room whirls around me. My core lights on fire at his touch. I’m wet and hot, and the pressure of his fingers is just right, making me moan into his mouth and stroke him harder.
Jace pulls away just a bit. His head is slightly cocked, his lips parted, his gaze, heavy with desire, searching my face like he’s studying my reaction.
He kisses me softly. Then pulls away. Then kisses me again, teasing. Then pulls away.
My hand is working his hardness, the other one on his shoulder. I might collapse if I don’t hold on to him. His fingers are sinking into my wet heat while his other arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me in place.
He applies more pressure between my legs, and I cup him again, and we both moan, meeting in a kiss that freezes for a long moment as we focus on how it feels to be touched so openly, to be in each other’s hands.
I resume stroking him.
“Lu baby, slow down,” he whispers in a low voice, rough with need.
I won’t.
This is a new sound to me. That’s Jace turned on. I want to see him fall apart at my touch, see him finally drop the guard that he holds like a fort. I’ll breach his fort and make him crazy and—
I moan loudly when his fingers dip inside me, making me dizzy. Like he’s punishing me for not obeying him.
