Fever (Breathless #2)(48)

“Sorry,” she said in a stricken voice.

His arm left her waist long enough for his hand to grip one of hers. He lifted it back to his shoulder, clamped it down and then he did the same with the other.

“I like it,” he said huskily. “Mark me, baby. Dig those nails deep. I love the way they get sharper when you experience pleasure.”

She closed her eyes and threw back her head when he slipped deep with his fingers again, caressing the slick walls of her pu**y. He found her G-spot again and exerted just the right amount of pressure.

Her thighs spasmed and she went weak, but he held her close, supporting her as she leaned her forehead against his.

“Wonder how fast I can get you off,” he murmured. “You’re so f**king responsive. So hypersensitive. Every time I touch you, you do this sexy little shiver that makes me crazy. Your ni**les pucker and become so hard that all I want to do is spend the night sucking them.”

She gave a full-body shiver at the husky, naughty words murmured so close to her mouth. He smiled. Smug and beautiful. So damn cocky but so damn gorgeous that it made her weak.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

His thumb stroked her clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his fingers continued to glide through her wetness. His teeth grazed her nipple, toying, teasing, and then he sucked hard, tugging strongly.

“Jace,” she whispered.

It was all she could manage to say. His name. Her anchor.

Her hands left his shoulders and went to his hair, diving into the unruly strands. She loved the messy, dark look he wore. He had beautiful hair. She curled her fingers into the silky mass and gripped so tightly she could swear she’d pull him bald.

She rose up from the suds, water cascading down her body as she rode his fingers.

“That’s it. Ride my hand, baby. Come for me.”

She fidgeted and ground downward, wanting, needing more. She cupped the back of his head, holding him against her breast as he sucked and nipped at her nipple. Each time he bit into the puckered crest, a liquid bolt of pleasure seared through her veins like fire.

“My baby likes that,” he said, lust and approval thick in his voice.

Oh yeah. She liked it all right.

Her release rose sharply. So fast it left her breathless and straining, her entire body so tight it was painful. She bucked upward and then back down, her body frantically seeking ultimate satisfaction.

She felt pulled in a dozen different directions. His mouth, his hands, his body. He was everywhere all at once. She was drowning in pleasure. Awash in pure sinful sensations.

His thumb pressed over her clit and then did a tight roll. He kept rubbing in a taut, circular motion. Her breath hiccupped and then she held it, a cry escaping.

“That’s it,” he said in a gentle voice. But his next words contradicted that gentleness. Gruff. Authoritative. Demanding obedience. “Come for me, Bethany. Let go now.”

She was helpless to hold on. His words washed over her, snapping that rigid tension building and coiling low in her belly. It ricocheted through her body with enough force to completely shake her. She spasmed against him and slid down his body, her head falling to his shoulder.

He caught her, holding her so she didn’t fall farther into the water. She buried her face in his neck, sucking in deep breaths as her chest heaved against his. She bucked and writhed as his fingers did their magic. Never had she had such an explosive orgasm from a man’s hand. Everything about Jace unhinged her. She had no control around him.

For the longest moment, he held her, rubbing his hand up and down her back as she breathed into his neck. Weak, shaking, completely wrung out. She was wrecked. So limp she didn’t have a prayer of holding herself up.

He dipped his head down to kiss and nibble at her shoulder, sending chill bumps racing down her back.

“I need to get you out and dried off. You’re getting cold.”

“’Kay,” she mumbled.

He eased her off and back, water lapping up her arms as he settled her across from him. Then he rose and she let out a sound of appreciation as she saw his rigid erection straining upward. Engorged and tight. She licked her lips, unaware she’d done so until she caught Jace’s expression as he stared down at her.

“For God’s sake, baby,” he said hoarsely.

She blinked and gazed up at him innocently. “What?”

He growled low in his throat. “Tease.”

She smiled as he got out of the tub and reached for one of the towels folded on the counter.

Even though he’d gone in to work, he’d taken the time to ensure she was taken care of. There’d been a steady parade of delivery people through her apartment bearing food, toiletries, household supplies, linens. Things she wouldn’t have even thought of. But Jace had.

She shook her head. The man was freaking perfect. Did he have any faults? Well, besides his bossiness, his take-charge attitude, the fact that he’d basically kidnapped her and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

The more she thought on those supposed faults, the more she thought they weren’t faults at all.

Jace wrapped a towel around his waist and then reached down for her hand. He held another towel in his other hand and when he pulled her to her feet and helped her step from the tub, he enveloped her in its warmth.

He quickly dried her and then arranged the towel around her so she’d be warm before leading her into the bedroom.