Page 39 of Forbidden Billionaire Rockstar

“So fucking beautiful,” he grinds out before leaning forward and brushing his lips over my chest.

I rock my hips into him, meeting his thrusts with desperation, and he groans at the feel of my walls clenching around his length. Every breath I take is harder than the last, my release pushing further over the edge, and I’m eager to have it crash around us.

Jace pushes himself into me, somehow burrowing deeper, and I gasp from pure desire. His muscles are strained, thighs bunched from exertion, and I’ve never seen anything more sexy than the sight of him before me.

I’ve been with plenty of men in my life and was the queen of one-night stands at one point, and none of them have ever made it a point to worry about my pleasure. That’s not Jace, though; he craves watching me fall apart, even if it means he doesn’t.

My heart stutters in my chest when he locks eyes with me, but I push whatever emotion I feel to the side and let this moment take hold of me.

“Look at you, trying so hard not to come all over my cock,” he whispers. “Let it out, sweetheart. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

I clench around him, my orgasm edging closer and closer, and he reaches a hand around to press his finger against my clit. All it takes is a few hard thrusts as he circles my clit, and I’m shaking with an orgasm that I’ve never felt before. It has white spots dancing along my vision, my belly coiling tight from the sheer force of it, and sweat beads along my forehead.

Only he can make me feel this way — and that’s terrifying.

He’s ruined me for anyone else.

“God, yes, Jace!” I cry out, another orgasm wracking through me just as the first one ends.

“That’s right, let it all out,” he mutters just as his movements become more erratic and his hips jerk into me. “Fuck.”

My orgasm comes to an end while his release takes over his entire face. His eyebrows scrunch together, his teeth gritted in pleasure, and his fingers dig into my hips hard enough that I’m sure it will leave a bruise — just another reminder of our time together.

Our breaths are the only sound in the room as he eases himself out of me and climbs onto the bed, dragging me along with him until I’m pressed against his side. It might be one hundred degrees right now, with our heat mixed together, but there’s no place I’d rather be than in his arms.

The thought is scary.

I lie there, catching my breath, my body humming with satisfaction. But as the afterglow fades, reality begins to creep back in.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Not like this.

Not with feelings involved.

I steal a glance at Jace, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He looks... content. Happy, even. And it terrifies me.

Because I'm starting to realize that I want to see that look on his face every day.

And that's the most dangerous thought of all.

This is only supposed to last until the end of the tour, which will soon end, and the last thing I need is to get mixed up with him. I can only imagine the lecture my brother would give me if I admitted that I’m starting to feel things for Jace that I’ve never felt before.

“Your thoughts are loud,” Jace says softly, his fingers threading through my hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Just worried that Brent could catch me in here, that’s all.”

He nods against me, tightening his hold around my waist, and sighs. “Is it bad that I don’t care anymore?”

“Probably.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then he clears his throat. “He won’t catch you here.”

Before it gets too late, I reluctantly pull away from Jace’s hold and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I’m about to rise, find my bikini, and tie it back around my waist, but Jace reaches out and pulls me to a stop.

“Stay,” he whispers, his voice a mixture of command and plea. “Just for tonight.”

I hesitate, teetering on the edge of a decision that feels monumental. “It’s a bad idea,” I say, but even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.

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