Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(32)

“I’m worried I won’t know what to do. I don’t want to be bad at this.”

He growls into my skin, and my head tips back, giving him room to lick over my throat as he speaks.

“Just give yourself over and trust us. That’s all you have to do, baby. That and be the dirty minx I know you are.”

His wet hands come to the nape of my neck, curling against my skin, pulling my hair with them. My head falls back, so I’m looking him in the eyes.

“Can you do that, Samantha? Can you let us have you the way you want?”

He’s right. I know what I want, and now I get to have it.

“Yes,” I exhale, arching my back to be closer to him.

Jace tightens his grip on my hair, staring at me with a smirk.

“Prove it. Tell me how you like to be touched.”

I lick my lips. “What are my choices?”

Fuck. The look on his face is so seductive. It’s the way he stares intensely into mine with all his intentions pouring out of him. They say eyes are the windows to the soul. I think Jace’s soul wants to fuck mine. I grin. He’s a soulfucker.

“Well, there are all kinds of touches. Like soft ones.” His fingers from his free hand trail over my back softly. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I rasp, but he keeps speaking.

“And then there are touches meant for teasing.”

Jace lets go of my hair, dipping his hands in the water before bringing them to my arms. Water beads, rolling droplet over droplet as he traces a path up my arms, tickling over my collarbone and down my breasts.

I swallow, breath hollow as he runs circles over my nipples.

“I like to tease,” he breathes out. “I love to make this part last before we take you to heaven. Do you want to be teased?”

I nod, but he raises his brows. Because Jace already knows the answer, he’s just teaching me to say it.

“Yes,” I rush out, almost panting, “I want to be teased.”

He smiles, dipping his hands under the water and caressing my thighs. And my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. The sensation is heady. The constant rhythm of his hands, rubbing and kneading my thighs, makes my pelvis tilt forward, asking for more. For him to move closer.

“Jace,” I pant. “I want you to touch me. Please.”

But he says nothing. His thumbs brush up and down my skin as his hands move agonizingly slow toward my center. I grip his shoulders, writhing in small undulations over his hard cock as he pours his words over me like hot molten lava.

“I want your body to quiver, Samantha. To beg for the feel of our hands.” He leans in, kissing me, pulling my bottom lip between his and sucking before he draws back. “I want your pussy to soak my hands even in this water because you’re fucking spun.” His tongue glides inside my mouth, circling my own before I’m left cold again. “I want to take my sweet time until you can’t take anymore.”

I gasp, eyes closed, as his finger runs straight through the seam of my pussy, parting the dark curly hair.

“Oh god. Yes.”

His touch is so soft, barely tracing the mound of my clit that I lift, trying to get more friction. Holy shit. He glides through my lips again, this time with two fingers, spreading me open to the warm water.

My body shudders.

“Fuck,” I moan, trying to open my legs wider, hitting the porcelain tub instead.

Jace closes a hand around my throat, pushing me back so I’m leaning away as his palm runs up my stomach and back down.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Then ask for what you want.”

My mouth falls open, fingernails digging into his skin as husky wanton words spill out of my mouth.

“I want you, Jace. I want you to go down on me while Alec watches.”





thirteen





“There’s my dirty slut. Daddy’s here.”





Water splashes, hitting the tiles, sloshing and spilling everywhere as he stands, bringing me with him. My legs wrap around his waist as our mouths crash against each other.

We’re embroiled in passion, licking and teasing. Letting our tongues explore each other’s mouths. I’m clinging to him as soft mewls draw from my throat while he steps out of the tub effortlessly.

Fuck, my body’s on fire.

Jace hoists me up, making me squeal before he grips my ass tighter with one hand, wrapping the other around my waist.

Wet footsteps slap the floor as he walks toward the bathroom door, kissing me senselessly. I don’t know how far we’ve made it into the bedroom or if we’re still in the bathroom because I’m possessed.

I’m all hands clutching his head before my palms slap down on his back as I rub our bodies together kind of fevered.

Jace groans, “Yes, baby,” into my mouth as my back hits the door.

We’re wet and slippery, but I’m not scared he’ll drop me even as he pins me with his body to the door to grab the handle before he opens it, moving us back with it.

“Call him.”

That’s all he levels as he walks through the doorway. Two simple words that act like a damn bat call for the skanky superhero inside me. I tear away from Jace’s face and practically howl like Wolverine, thundering, “Alec,” at the ceiling before diving back into the kiss.