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“And then I want you to bury yourself in me until I shatter again. Hard.”

Jace’s lips found my neck, his tongue trailing fire up my skin as his hand slipped beneath my shirt to cup my breast.

“I’m going to make you scream, Scarlett.” His mouth captured mine again, hungry and demanding, his tongue sliding between my lips as he tugged my bra down and rolled my nipple between his fingers.

Yes. Hell yes.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, rolling my hips against his impressive length as I tugged at his shirt until he broke our kiss long enough to pull it over his head.

Sweet baby hippos. I’d known he was built, but this was straight out of a fantasy. Intricate tattoos embraced his torso, following the contours of his muscles like they were designed to enhance every ridge, every plane. Broad shoulders tapered down to a set of abs that had me contemplating a career change toprofessional body-licker. And since when was a belly button sexy?Because hot damn.

While I was busy drooling over his physique, Jace made quick work of my buttons, his lips trailing down my neck and across my collarbone until my shirt fluttered to the floor. He reached behind me to unfasten my bra, and when my breasts sprang free, his kisses blazed a path down my chest until he drew my nipple into his mouth.

I arched into him with a gasp as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive peak, his hands already working at my skirt’s zipper. I kicked off my heels, standing before him in nothing but a scrap of lace that barely qualified as underwear. As he lavished attention on my breasts, jolts of electricity shot straight to my core, which was pulsing with need.

Reading my body like a master, Jace slid his fingers beneath the lace and groaned.

“You’re soaked for me,” he purred. “Good girl.”

Oh.That was new. I would’ve thought, given my control issues with men, that being calledgood girlwould’ve sent me running. But nope. In this context, with this man who’d taken the time to ask what I wanted rather than just imposing his will? It lit me up like a roman candle. Whether it was the moment, the man, or the way he balanced dominance with consideration, I got wetter from those two words.

And I got even wetter as Jace knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly, torturously peeled my panties down my legs, drawing out the anticipation until I stood completely bare before him.

When he finally looked at my sex and traced a finger through my folds, I was practically dripping.

“Look how you glisten for me,” he murmured, sliding a finger inside.

The throbbing between my thighs intensified to its own desperate heartbeat, so primed that I might shatter from this touch alone.

Grasping my calf with his free hand, Jace draped my leg over his shoulder and then …

Holy mother of?—

His tongue swept across my folds.

My head thunked back against the door, and when he circled my sensitive bundle of nerves, I nearly combusted on the spot.

Keep it together, Scarlett. Let it build.

Though maybe being the fastest orgasm in history wouldn’t be the worst record to hold …

“You taste like heaven,Trouble.”

Through the haze of pleasure, I registered the nickname. “Trouble?”

He gave me two slow, deliberate licks before explaining. “That list is trouble,” he said, his breath teasing my sensitive flesh. “And you. You’re definitely trouble for me.”

His tone suggested I was a temptation he couldn’t resist, a crack in his normally impenetrable armor.

File that underThings That Shouldn’t Be Hot But Absolutely Are.

Jace’s tongue glided up my folds once more before he sealed his lips around that desperate bud, swirling and flicking with devastating precision. The pressure and heat of his mouth sent shock waves through my body, each movement of his tongue a deliberate stroke against my most sensitive skin.

Trembling, I grabbed the back of his head and watched him work, my fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair. Here was a man, the most devastatingly handsome guy I’d ever seen, on his knees with my leg draped over his shoulder, his face buried between my thighs. His powerful shoulders flexed with each movement, the muscles in his back rippling beneath tanned skin and tattoos. The contrast of his masculine strength against his submissive position—servicing me, worshipping me—was intoxicating.

The sight alone almost made me come undone. Every sensory detail bombarded me with each swirl of his tongue, and the slightstubble of his jaw scraped against my inner thigh, leaving a delicious burn in its wake. His fingers pressed into my skin so tightly, they left white impressions that bloomed pink when he adjusted his grip. Those large hands that could easily overpower me instead anchored me in place for his mouth’s heaven.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the erotic sight. The length of his tongue circling, flattening, then pointing with meticulous attention. His lips puckering as he sucked that sensitive bud into his mouth with a groan that vibrated through my core. The sound was primal, hungry, like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted and he couldn’t get enough.