Page 73 of Primal Bonds

She touched his chest. “Jace?”

“Mm?” He smoothed a hand down her belly.

“I should tell you it’s been a while.”

His thumb brushed over her clit. A quick, light touch that made her muscles tense. “I’m honored then.”

“You should be.” Her mouth quirked. “I don’t take my clothes off for just anyone.”

He stilled and stared down at her, eyes shuttered. “I am.”

But she sensed his withdrawal. So this was just sex. She kept her smile—but inside, her stomach twisted, even as she told herself that was all she wanted, too.

He lowered his mouth to hers and she kissed him back hard, wrapping her hand around his nape. He met her kiss for kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Tasting her. Teasing her.

She felt hot, unbearably aroused. Her hips moved restively against his, and she sucked his tongue deeper.

His groan vibrated deep inside her belly.

When he lifted his head, they were both sucking in oxygen. They stared at each other without speaking, and then Jace pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

“Your skin is like strawberries and cream,” he rasped. “And fuck, I want to eat you.”

He didn’t wait for her response, just headed down her body. When he reached her mound, he pressed her thighs apart. “Beautiful.”

She pressed her palms on the mattress, her thighs rigid in anticipation.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her clit. Sensation zinged up her spine, tightened her nipples. He feathered his lips over her needy sex, licking and teasing her until she thought she’d go mad—and then he swiped his tongue up her moist center.

“Oh, God,” she said on a moan. “No….no.”

“No, what?” he asked against her pussy.

Her head moved back and forth on the sheets. “I mean yes.”

“Yes to this?” His tongue slipped over her, circling her clit. Light, sure touches that had every muscle in her body constricting.

She threaded her fingers through his hair. It was almost dry now, the strands silky thick. “Yes.”

“Or maybe you like this better?” He opened her with his thumbs and dipped his tongue inside her.

Her core contracted. She muttered something incoherent.

“Can’t make up your mind?”

She shook her head, unable to form words. She only knew that she wanted more, so that was what she said: “More—please.”

He gave a throaty chuckle against her inner thigh. “I like a woman who begs.” He rewarded her with more licking and sucking.

The tiny flames danced up and down her body, gathered at her center.

He nibbled at her belly. “I’m waiting, Evie.”

Heat spiked through her. There was something so sexy about the way he said it, low and firm. Her hands fisted in the sheets. “Please, Jace. Please. Kiss me. Suck me.”

He murmured something rough and dark. He slid a long finger into her and at the same time, set his lips to her tender, aching flesh—and sucked. Hard.

Electricity arced through her. Her hips bucked and he pushed her back down onto the bed. She dug her fingers into the mattress and whimpered his name. Her thighs tightened on his arms, and then she pressed up against him.

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