Fever (Breathless #2)(104)

A low whimper of need welled in her throat.

“Don’t see any reason to tie you up tonight,” he said in amusement. “You’re as helpless as a kitten. I’m liking it. I’m thinking a regular girls’ night out would be a very good thing.”

He unfastened her bra and lowered the straps down her arms before tossing it aside. Then he turned her around to face him and backed her slowly to the bed until she bumped into the mattress. He eased her down and with a firm hand pushed her until she was lying on her back, her legs hanging over the edge.

Leaning over, he kissed just below her navel, above the thin band of her panties, and then he hooked his thumbs into the lace and yanked, rending the material in two, baring her pu**y to his glittering gaze. He reached down, curling his fingers around her ankles, and pulled upward, bending her knees. Then his fingers glided over the spikes of her heels, gripping them as he spread her farther.

“I’ve been bad,” she said in a pouty voice.

His eyebrows rose and his eyes twinkled in amusement. “Oh really,” he drawled.

She nodded solemnly. “Very bad,” she whispered as though it were a secret.

Then her brow crinkled and she pursed her lips.

“I probably need to be punished.”

Jace looked down, his lips twitching as he watched a wide range of expressions cross her face. She was adorably cute and very drunk. And he was turned on as hell.

“What pray tell have you done that warrants punishment?”

“I flirted,” she said in a hushed tone. Then she frowned. “No, wait. I didn’t flirt.” She shook her head adamantly, her br**sts jiggling in a supremely tempting fashion. She leaned up, her expression turning serious. “Guys flirted with me, though. But Brandon and Gabe wouldn’t let anyone get close. But me and Mia were naughty. We danced and it was hot.”

He pressed his lips more firmly together to keep the laughter back.

“That deserves punishment, right?”

She sounded so damn hopeful that he lost the battle and laughed.

Her eyes narrowed and she glared up at him. “It’s not funny,” she huffed. “I was a very bad girl, and bad girls are supposed to be punished.”

He nodded. “Can’t argue that, baby.”

She immediately brightened and he shook his head, more laughter threatening to bubble out of his chest.

“You should probably spank me,” she said, adopting a look of utter seriousness.

He slid his hands down the insides of her legs, and she shivered, chill bumps racing over her skin.

“I’m a little conflicted,” he said, adopting a mock serious tone to match hers. “You’ve indeed been a very bad girl, but you’ve also been very, very good.”

Her lips twisted into another pout and he leaned down, kissing those delectable lips.

“I think the solution is to punish you first and then reward you.”

“Oh, that’s a perfect idea,” she said in a breathy voice that hitched with excitement.

“Up on your knees, baby,” he ordered in a tone he knew she’d respond to.

Her pupils flared and heat flushed her cheeks. Her eyes darkened immediately and her ni**les puckered. Hell, he hadn’t even begun yet and just his promise of what was to come had her entire body reacting. She was f**king perfect. Perfect for him. Made for him. He’d never have another woman that could come as close to matching him as she did.

She struggled upward and then a wide, goofy grin split her lips, making him want to take her mouth and ravage it. He grasped her wrists and helped her to a sitting position and then she clumsily turned to get on her hands and knees. She fell flat on her face and a giggle erupted, her entire body shaking. Her ass quivered and his dick hardened to the point of bursting. Oh yeah, he was going to have her mouth, her pu**y and that sweet ass, and he was going to f**k her until they both passed out.

When he got her into position, she fidgeted impatiently, turning to look at him over her shoulder. And those eyes glowed with lust and excitement. His hands shook and he clung to his control with a frayed thread.

“So what’s it going to be, baby?” he asked in a silky, teasing tone he knew would drive her crazy. “My hand? The crop? Or . . . we could try something new.”

She went utterly still. “New?” It came out in a breathy sigh filled with anticipation.

“I haven’t used a belt and I haven’t used wood. I have a pliable wood paddle. It has just the right amount of snap and it’ll redden that beautiful ass until it glows.”

“Oh,” she whispered, the word coming out as a soft moan.

“Your choice, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll give that to you. Let you decide tonight. I’m in a particularly generous mood. Because, honey? When I’m done reddening that ass, I’m going to eat that delicious pu**y and you’re going to come all over my tongue. But I won’t be done then. Not by a long shot. Because after I make you come, I’m going to f**k your mouth. Then I’m going to f**k that pu**y and then I’m going to f**k your ass until you come screaming my name.”

“Oh my God.”

He smiled and stroked lovingly over her ass, anticipation building with every second he waited for her response.

“The w-wood,” she husked out. “I want the wood.”

“Excellent,” he purred. “Very good choice. So good that your reward will be extra nice. You please me very much, Bethany.”