Page 38 of Forbidden Billionaire Rockstar

I roll my eyes. “You wish.”

His warmth surrounds me as he comes to a stop in front of me, his hand reaching out to brush along my cheek, and I lean into the touch like it’s a magnet. That’s how it is with him. Every time he’s near, I have this incessant need to be closer to him and feel his fingers along my skin. It’s unhealthy, yet I can’t seem to stop.

“Lying is wrong, you know that?”

“We’re doing it plenty already; might as well tack onto it.”

“So, you have no problem with me touching another woman, huh?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as he lets his fingers fall down my jaw and along the curve of my neck.

Even though I want to scream that I’m the only one who gets to touch him, I shake my head and hold my breath for his next move. He nods, humming in response. “Just imagine, I could do this to someone else… dragging my fingers along her curves, making her body shiver with anticipation at what’s coming, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of her breasts.”

As he says the words, he does that to me, and I want it to feel good, but the idea of another woman getting this makes my body coil with anger — jealousy.

“I bet she would beg for me to ease the ache between her legs, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Stop,” I grind out.

Jace smirks. “Thought you were okay with that?”

“Fine,” I snap. “I hate it, okay? The words burst out of me, raw and honest. It’s a truth I’ve been denying, even to myself. This thing with Jace has evolved beyond our agreement, beyond my control, and it terrifies me as much as it thrills me.

In a heartbeat, his lips claim mine, hungry and insistent. It’s not just a kiss; it’s a declaration, a promise, a challenge. His touch ignites a fire under my skin, and I’m all too willing to burn.

He’s slamming his lips roughly against mine and nipping at my bottom one gently. I moan, inviting him in, and he nudges me back enough that I press against the wall behind us.

“You want me to prove that you’re the only one I’m bringing to my room?” He asks, heat flaring in his eyes as he stares at me.

I nod, lost for words, and he drops to his knees on the floor.

“Every moment of the day, I’m thinking of all the ways I can strip the clothes from your body and glide my hands over each curve I know was made just for me.” As if to prove his theory, he grips both of my hips where his hands fit perfectly and tugs me forward. “I think about drowning in your pussy daily, desperate for a taste that I have no business craving.”

He tugs at the strings of my bikini, the thin garment falling to the ground in front of him, and he leans forward to flatten his tongue against my pussy. “If I wanted another woman, I’d go after her.”

I gasp when he flicks his tongue over my clit frantically, sucking the sensitive bud before pulling away. “You’re the only one who satisfies me, sweetheart, and I think it’s about time you understand that.”

Jace leans forward, face pressed against my pussy, and grips both of my thighs to tug my legs over his shoulders. When I look down, I nearly come undone at the sight of him on his knees for me, looking like my personal chair, as he spears his tongue into my pussy. My legs shake, and my body feels like putty, but he keeps me against the wall.

“God,” I moan, then run my hands through his thick waves and tug at the ends. “Yes, Jace.”

He growls against my pussy, the vibration from it making my toes curl, then he’s lifting until my legs wrap around his waist. His length pokes out, rubbing against my aching center enough that it satiates the need rolling inside of me.

Reality wraps around us. Every touch, every breath, every heartbeat feels magnified. There’s only us, only this moment, only the desire building between us.

Jace presses my body into the mattress, grinding his hips against me a few times before pulling away and stepping back to shed the swim trunks from his frame. My eyes fall onto his cock, bobbing helplessly in front of me, and he growls.

“God, I love that look you get in your eyes. As much as I’d love to have your mouth on me, I have other plans tonight that include making you scream.”

I watch as he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a foil packet, then tears through it like a starved animal before rolling the condom over his thick length. My pussy clenches when he takes a step closer to me, and he reaches out, wrapping his thick fingers around my ankles before tugging me forward on the bed.

He teases my entrance with the tip, then slowly pushes into me, and I suck in a sharp breath at the fullness of him inside of me. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this; each time, it feels the exact same, and my heart races with the sensations coursing through me.

“You were made for me, sweetheart,” Jace mutters under his breath, his gaze penetrating mine in a way that has tingles racing up my spine. “Absolute perfection.”

I’m anything but perfect, he doesn’t need to know that, though. I’ll gladly listen to the compliment as long as it’s falling from his lips.

“More,” I moan while rocking my hips against him, desperate to feel more of him inside of me.

He obliges the request immediately, thrusting himself into me until there’s nothing left he can give, and I drag my nails along his glistening chest. The water from his hair is dripping onto me, easing the burn his touch brings to my skin, and I let my mouth fall open.

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