Reckless Heat
I should leave.
I should push off this bed, grab my shirt, and get the hell out of here before I do something I can’t take back.
But Jace is staring at me like he’s seconds away from devouring me whole.
He’s leaned back against the headboard, shirtless, his jeans undone just enough to be dangerous. The sharp angles of his chest and abs gleam under the soft light from the window, but it’s his expression that’s got me locked in place—half amusement, half pure, unfiltered hunger.
“Sarah.” My name rolls off his tongue like a warning. Or a promise.
My fingers dig into the comforter beneath me. I should not be straddling him right now. I should not be staring at his lips, wondering what they’d feel like all over me.
Jace tilts his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His rough, deep voice drips with cocky confidence. “You look like you just realized what kind of trouble you’re in.”
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering as I shift against him. My thighs burn from the effort of not fully settling into his lap, but I can feel him beneath me—hard, thick, barely restrained.
I can’t move. And I think he knows that.
“You think I’m in trouble?” I manage, forcing my voice to sound steady. “You’re the one pinned beneath me.”
Jace’s laugh is dark and low, sending shivers straight down my spine. “Pinned?” His hands slide up my thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, inching higher. “Baby, if I wanted to flip you over and spread you out beneath me, I could.” He leans in, his breath teasing over my lips. “But I like watching you squirm.”
I glare at him, but my body betrays me. My breathing is unsteady. My skin is burning up. And Jace? He’s taking his damn time drinking in the view.
“Still holding out on me?” He tugs at the hem of my top. “Guess I’ll have to make you beg for it.”
I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But then he moves.
His grip tightens, and he rocks his hips up just enough to send fire licking through my veins. A broken sound escapes my throat before I can stop it, and Jace grins like he’s just won a bet.
“There it is,” he murmurs. His fingers slide beneath my top, teasing along my ribcage. “Knew you’d sound fucking beautiful when I finally got you worked up.”
I suck in a breath, my resolve cracking. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re wet as hell,” he counters, his hand slipping between us. His fingers smoothing over the thin lace of my panties, pressing just enough to make me whimper. “Wanna tell me again how much you hate me while I’ve got my hand between your thighs?”
I shudder, my nails digging into his shoulders. He’s so damn cocky, so damn good at pushing me exactly where he wants me.
And the worst part? I like it.
Jace chuckles when I don’t answer. “That’s what I thought.” He pushes my panties aside, teasing over my slick center. “Soaked for me already. Just from a little teasing?” He drags his fingers through my arousal, slipping one thick finger inside me, slow, deliberate. “Tell me, baby—who else gets you like this?”
My nails scrape down his chest, my hips rocking forward involuntarily. I hate that he’s right.
“No one,” I whisper, my voice barely holding together.
Jace groans, his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. “Damn right.” He strokes deep, his fingers moving in a slow, devastating rhythm. “You belong to me tonight, Sarah. You hear me?”
I nod, panting against his lips.
“That’s not good enough,” he growls. “Say it.”
I’m shaking. Desperate. Drowning in him. “I belong to you.”
“Good girl.” His lips crash against mine, all heat and hunger. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s flipping me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head.
Jace stares down at me, his chest rising and falling, his control hanging by a thread.
“I’ve thought about this,” he murmurs, dragging his lips along my throat, nipping at my skin. “Thought about you.” He pushes his jeans down, his thick length pressing against my thigh. “Thought about how tight you’d feel around me.”
My breath catches as he teases me, sliding the head of his cock through my slickness but not giving me what I need.
“Now, Jace—”
He presses forward, just enough to stretch me, then pulls back with a wicked grin. “That’s cute, baby. You think you’re in charge now?”
I arch my hips, my body desperate for more, but he just shakes his head.
“Say it again,” he demands.
I glare up at him, biting my lip. “I belong to you.”
“Damn right you do.”
And then he’s inside me, thick and hot and stretching me wide, pushing deep with one slow, devastating thrust. I gasp, my fingers twisting in the sheets, every nerve in my body igniting.
Jace groans, his jaw clenching as he sinks into me. “Fuck, baby. So tight.” His forehead presses against mine, his body trembling as he tries to hold himself together.
He doesn’t move right away. He just stays there, buried to the hilt, forcing me to feel every inch of him.
“Jace,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him impossibly farther into me.
That’s all it takes to snap his control.
With a low growl, he grips my hips and starts moving, slow at first, deep and deliberate, dragging every inch of pleasure out of me. His lips find mine, his kiss just as punishing as his thrusts, his hands everywhere—gripping, claiming, owning every inch of me.
I lose myself in him.
The rhythm between us builds, the air thick with heat and whispered curses. He growls my name against my skin, tells me how fucking good I feel, how he’s never getting enough of me.
I come undone first, pleasure crashing through me, my body tightening around him like a vice. Jace curses, his movements faltering as he chases his own release, his grip bruising as he buries himself deep one last time.
The world spins.
I’m breathless, wrecked, completely and utterly ruined beneath him.
He collapses beside me, dragging me into his arms. His lips press against my temple, his hand splaying possessively over my stomach.
“Still think you’re in control?” he murmurs against my skin, amusement laced in his exhausted voice.
I let out a soft, breathless laugh. “I think we both lost control.”
His chest rumbles with a deep, satisfied chuckle. “Good.” He pulls me tighter against him, his lips brushing my ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
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