Page 48 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
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The shower door whispers open.
Jace.
I know it's him even before his arms slide around me. He cups my breasts. His touch firm, yet gentle.
He's done this before. Knows all about a woman's body.
How will he feel about mine?
Heat spools off his chest, slamming into my back. When he moves closer, his chest muscles are firm against my back.
The curve of my butt fits into the hollow of his groin, and his arousal thrusts against me already, aggressively mimicking what he wants of me. He buries his head in my neck, licking the soft skin near my shoulders. Sliding my hair aside, he bites my nape. I'm surrounded by him, drowning in him.
A shiver runs down my back.
His hands slide down to grip my hips on either side, and he bites my neck again before licking the skin there.
I groan as a spurt of pleasure in my belly takes me by surprise. He works his way down, biting-licking-biting. Each time, my skin jumps in reaction. He reaches the curve of my butt, and his fingers dig into my pelvic bone. I wait, not daring to breathe. Wait for him to—
He kisses the skin, the touch of his lips arcing straight to my core. Desire pools between my legs.
My knees buckle, forcing me to slap my hands against the slippery tiles to hold myself up.
The heat of his chest presses against my back, and he's turning me around.
Eyes closed, I feel the flush bloom on my cheeks. I can't look at him.
Am not sure why, but a feeling of helplessness grips me.
And embarrassment.
I've been with other men. But not like this.
With Jace it's different. He sees right through me. He makes me react in ways that confuse me.
Around him I'm more unpredictable. He strips me off any pretense. Forces me to be who I am. Knowing ... knowing he'll still be there for me.
I stand there, water still beating against my back. An intense longing tugs at me.
I sense rather than see him brush his lips on mine.
Gentle.
So, gentle.
That's my undoing. Tears prick the back of my eyes.
I still can't open them, don't want to see myself reflected in his eyes.
His arms slide around me. He's all around me, over me, that pine and cloves smell now drenched in water.
My muscles tense. Not like this. I don't want to do it like this.
Oh, my body wants him all right, but not my heart when I am still trying to understand what's between us.
Even as I'm thinking that, he kisses me, nibbling on my lower lip till I open my mouth and his tongue slides in. I taste the coffee from earlier, the lingering traces of cigarette, all mixed with the deep, textured taste of him.
