Page 59 of Smoke and Mirrors

“I’ll umm… get dressed.” I turn, but his harsh voice freezes me on the spot.

“Lily,” he demands. I grip the towel in my hand and turn back to face him. “Come here.”

“I should—”

“Come. Here.”

My feet move to the bed of their own accord, walking around to the edge where he lays. He pushes himself up, swinging his legs over the side and spreading them apart. Leaning forward, his hands grip the back of my thighs and pull me between his knees. My mouth falls open slightly as he looks up at me beneath hooded lids before his eyes work their way down my body, over the fluffy white towel, and down my legs.

“Jesus,” he mutters, the deep tone of his voice sending tingles straight between my legs.

Without thinking, I rub them together eliciting a low growl from him. One of his hands moves around the front of my body, his fingers slipping inside the crease of the towel and following it up until he reaches the spot where only my hand holds the two edges together.

I try to keep my breathing even, but with Kace so close and with his hands on me, the fight is one I can’t possibly win.

“Let it go,” he tells me, his fingers moving over mine, slowly prying the towel from my hand. My heart races and my cheeks flush as he pulls it away from my body, and within a second, drops it. I stay frozen still as it falls into a puddle at my feet, and I’m now completely bared to him.

“Kace,” I whisper, my voice shaking with nervousness as his eyes take their time, wandering my body as though he’s committing it to memory. When he doesn’t speak, I move my hand, feeling as though I should cover myself, but he grabs my wrist and pulls it away.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells me, his eyes finally meeting mine. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, and he snaps. “Fuck.”

I don’t even have a second to react before he grips my thighs, just under my ass and lifts me. My legs go either side of him, my knees resting on the bed, and my pussy now spread and resting snugly against the crotch of his jeans.

I gasp, my hands going to his shoulders to steady myself. One of his hands begins to knead my ass cheek, pushing my body down on the hardness I can feel growing under me.

“Oh God,” I groan as his other hand grasps my breast holding it in place as his tongue swipes at my nipple.

I dig my fingers into his shoulder as my head falls back, pushing my breasts further into his face. He latches on, sucking it into his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue. I push my hips down, moving my body against him as he explores me with his mouth and hands. The roughness of his jeans connects with my clit, and I moan out his name, “Kace…”

“Just need to touch you. Remind myself that you’re here with me. That you’re real,” he whispers as he kisses up the center of my chest to my throat.

I slide my fingers up the back of his neck. He’s tense and on edge, and all I want to do is ease his fears. Everything inside me screams out to this man, the need to feel him and have him possess me but also this strange desire to soothe the darkness and shadow that seems to be over him.

I lean forward, using my hands to tilt his face up to mine and rest my forehead against his. His muscles are tight and his jaw clenched.

“I’m here,” I tell him. “Right here. Not going anywhere.”

With that, he slams his lips against mine. I reach for the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily as I drag it over his head. His lips are quickly back on mine, his tongue invading my mouth.

I squeal when I’m suddenly flipped onto my back on the bed, my body bouncing. He leans over me, his hands braced on either side, his muscles tense and bulging. I take the moment to appreciate the specimen in front of me. His body is contoured to perfection from his amazingly toned chest and pecs to his sculptured abs and the delicious V-shape that disappears below his pants.

Just as I’m about to reach out, my fingers aching to touch something that seems too god-like to be real, he drops his face burying it in the crook of my neck, his lips once again tasting my skin.

I tilt my head to the side and spread my legs wider to accommodate his hips. I know I must be soaking the front of his pants, I’m so excited and so wet I can feel it.

He pulls away, and I miss his body over mine instantly. I begin to sit up, but he lifts his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s okay, baby. Just going to have a taste.”

I shudder, knowing exactly what he means. Goosebumps cover my skin as his lips brush over my stomach, stopping for just a moment at my hips, peppering my skin with soft kisses.

“Kace…” I whimper, lifting my hips. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I feel as though I may explode.

The second his tongue sweeps through my damp pussy, my body arches off the bed. He nips at the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Better than I expected.”

I grip the blanket beneath me, fisting it as he goes back for more, this time flicking his tongue when he reaches my clit and forcing a long moan from my mouth.

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