Page 48 of Seductive Nights

She groaned again.

He stood and lifted her high on his waist. Her legs wrapped around him, and his mouth found her breasts once more.

His hands each cupped an ass cheek and squeezed firmly as his mouth suckled on her breasts. One, then the next, then back to the first one. Back and forth.

Her excitement reached a fever pitch. Her skin grew warm, and her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy. She couldn't stand it. She wanted Jace Marriott. She wanted him badly.

He elicited so many emotions in her right now.

He pulled back and stared up at her.

She stared down into his gorgeous brown eyes for a long time. She licked her lips and his eyes dipped to her tongue and then back up to her eyes.

"I want you, Jace."

"Thank fucking goodness." He stared a bit longer and when he responded, his voice was husky. "I want you too, Margo."

He carried her to the grand staircase. They circled the room as they ascended each step. It was almost ridiculous how excited she felt about all of this. Her passions had lain dormant for years. So long, in fact, she'd nearly forgotten how it felt to be desired and to desire.

As he carried her, which seemed effortless, he kissed her jaw, nipped at her shoulder, or kissed behind her ear. Oh, that kiss caused so many things to happen to her body. As soon as he reached the bedroom door, he stepped inside.

He hurried over to the bed and gently lay her on top. In a fluid motion, he reached down and pulled her denim skirt over her hips and down her legs. He repeated the same with her panties. The cool air swirled around her bare skin, and the look in his eyes made goosebumps form on her skin.

She still had her gauzy shirt on, but it was lifted high over her breasts. She lay there, exposed to him. He took a deep breath and began removing his clothing. She shimmied out of her top, then watched as his beautiful body was exposed to her, one gorgeous piece at a time. His chest was toned for a fifty-something-year-old man. His arms, which she had enjoyed recently as he carried her, bulged with muscle.

Her eyes feasted on his body, then slid up to see him watching her. Goosebumps formed again and moisture gathered between her legs. He slowly unzipped his cargo shorts and let them fall to the floor. She enjoyed watching his body appear before her slowly and followed his form down to toned thighs and an impressive erection.

My God, how long had it been? She was trying to remember when the last time she had sex with Logan was. It had been a long fucking time.

Years.

It was probably years.

How had she not known that?

Or asked him about it? Or wondered about it?

Jace leaned over her slowly. He was taking his time, and she wanted him to hurry. She didn't want to wait anymore. His eyes stared into hers and it was as if she were locked into place and couldn't move. His eyes were beautiful. By themselves, they were beautiful. Thick spikey lashes framed the deep brown orbs. His tanned skin and graying hair complimented each other impressively. She wondered why he wasn't taken. What was wrong with the women in this town? He leaned further toward her. They were inches apart.

"Do I need a condom, Margo?"

Oh, a condom. She hadn't even thought of a condom. Her eyes rounded.

She opened her mouth to take a breath, but she didn't know what to say. He grinned and winked.

He pulled back, opened the bedside table, and rummaged around a little bit.

He found a condom, and she refused to think about him keeping them in that nightstand, in this room.

He ripped it open. Quickly rolled it on. And then he was back over her once more. His movements were fluid and sure, and it excited the shit out of her.

"Are you sure?"

Finally, a question she could answer. "Yes."

"Me, too."

He positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly slid inside of her. It was perfection. He never looked away. She didn't either. She wanted to watch him as he made love to her. It was electric.

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