Page 49 of Seductive Nights

Her body was so on fire. Her breathing came in bursts and every time he pushed himself into her body, she wanted to close her eyes and commit the feeling to memory. He filled her so completely. So...perfectly.

She continued to stare as her hands roamed his body. His muscles flexed and moved as he entered her again and again. It was unfreaking believable. He took his time. What she'd wanted quickly before, she now wanted to last. Every time he pushed into her, she wanted it to continue. He didn't disappoint. He began pushing into her and swirling slightly, hitting her clit perfectly. Her skin heated further, and that tingling feeling became more urgent, and he found that perfect spot each. And. Every. Time.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he growled.

Words didn't come to her. The feel of him entering her again and again consumed her brain.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and he groaned. She sighed.

She was unable to look away from him; she didn't want to either.

Her hands slid up his body until she reached his head. Framing his face with her hands, her thumbs smoothed over his cheeks.

"You are unbelievable," she whispered.

He grinned slightly and shook his head. "I beg to differ. You are unbelievable," he huffed out.

His hips moved faster, the urgency growing for release. He continued adding pressure in the perfect spot every time he entered her.

She was so fucking close. Her breathing stuttered from her lungs, and her vision dimmed as the pressure between her legs grew.

She gasped as that hot pressure pushed her over the edge of desire. "Jace!" she whispered.

"Beautiful," he rasped.

He pulled out and entered her twice more, then closed his eyes as he let go.

Un-freaking-real.

27

Jace whistled as he made dinner for Margo. Making love to her was incredible. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. He tossed a salad, strode to the back door, started the grill, and poked holes in the potatoes.

The shower upstairs shut off, and he grinned. He'd never brought a woman back to this place before. He tried so hard to keep it quiet that he even lived here. And since he'd been in town, which was two and a half years now, he'd just focused on business. He'd had his house remodeled, which required enough attention. Then there were things at the bar that needed repair. There was always so much to do and, oddly, his focus wasn't on sex and certainly not random sex. That had never really been his thing, anyway.

He whistled as he put the steaks on the grill, dropped the lid down, and looked out at his backyard. He failed to stop and smell the roses, as they say. He was always off running to work and returning home late at night after the bar closed. But now, as he stood here at his grill, which he hadn't used in quite some time, he looked out at the view and thought how pretty it is here. Serene he'd say. Yes, serene.

He enjoyed the landscape for a bit longer, then turned to go back inside. As he stepped into the kitchen, Margo, fresh and clean from the shower, leaned against the door jamb, watching him. Her long, dark hair was pulled up high on top of her head. She had dug around in his drawers and found a t-shirt of his, which looked so much better on her than it ever did on him. Her tanned and sexy legs were bare and inviting. He remembered them wrapped around his waist not a half hour ago and excitement sizzled through his body. And she had the most beautiful smile on her face.

He stared for a moment.

She stared back for a couple of beats, then her lips turned up in the most beautiful smile. "You look comfortable at the grill."

He grinned but stalked toward her, slowly. "You look exceptional in my shirt."

As soon as he stood toe-to-toe with her, her arms wrapped around him, and her lips touched his. It wasn't a full-on kiss, but it was a slow, sweet kiss. She pulled away slightly and looked up into his eyes. He couldn't stop thinking that the crisp blue of her eyes was his new favorite color.

She smiled once again. "You felt great."

He stared at her for a long time. He grinned. "You felt better."

She chuckled and then stepped away. "What can I do to help with dinner?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. I do have a bottle of wine in the refrigerator if you'd like a glass. Maybe you could pour that. I have steaks on the grill. I have salads ready to go, and baked potatoes are in the oven. Is that going to be enough?"

She laughed. "Yes, it'll be enough. If I eat all of that I'm gonna be stuffed. I won't be able to move."

He grinned. "Well, that would be a shame if you couldn't move because I thought we could move like we did before one more time tonight."

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