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His hair bobbed slightly as he worked his mouth up and down, side to side, around and around while my thighs began to tremble around him. My skin flushed hot, then cold, perspiration beading across my collarbone and between my breasts. I could hear my own breathing turn ragged, punctuated by soft moans that grew more desperate with each passing second.
To my side, there was a full-length mirror that reflected us in the sexiest image. My naked form pressed against the door, head thrown back, one leg hooked over his broad shoulder. His hands gripping my thighs, spreading me open. My glistening folds with his tongue between them, his jaw working as he devoured me. The image was raw, carnal, and utterly mesmerizing.
My climax began to build with embarrassing speed from the dual assault of sensation and vision. Heat coiled tight in my belly, my legs quivering as tension built to an almost-unbearable peak. Usually, I squeezed my eyes shut during release, but something made me look down at this gorgeous man. Shirtless. His tattooed skin gleamed in the amber light as those green eyes—now darkened with desire to a deep forest hue—held mine captive.
He watched my face intently, studying every micro expression, seemingly memorizing how I looked on the edge of ecstasy. The intimacy of that eye contact pushed me over. I shattered completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashedthrough me, my body arching and convulsing against the door. And through it all, Jace maintained his relentless rhythm, his tongue and lips working in perfect coordination to draw out every last tremor, every aftershock, until I went limp against the door, utterly spent and gasping for breath.
Rising to his feet, he wiped his mouth with his thumb, then sucked it clean with a wicked glint in his eyes as he removed his pants, revealing black boxer briefs bulging with desire.
“You taste divine, Trouble. Now get on the bed so I can take you.”
I shook my head, still catching my breath, shocked I was bold enough to say this.
“Not the bed.”
The bed was boring, and although I doubted Jace would make it boring, I wanted different tonight, and shockingly, felt comfortable enough to ask for it.
He arched a playful eyebrow. “Pick the place, Trouble, but choose quickly.”
My core clenched at his words. Options, options …
There was a massive glass table that looked sturdy enough to hold us, a plush couch, several chairs, even a mini bar. But the enormous mirror …
Oh, yes.
It had me moving closer to it, to the couch. Jace groaned when he realized my intention was to watch us. After he removed his boxer briefs—and, holy hell, let me tell you the size of him made my heart squeeze in a small panic—he disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a condom, which he rolled onto his impressive length.
“Bend over.”
I chose the side of the couch that would give us the best view in the mirror, spreading my thighs and leaning forward to grip the armrest. A flutter of nervousness hit me as I glanced back.
“I don’t know if you’ll fit,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry, Trouble.” He lined himself up, the nickname sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “I’ll go slow at first. But trust me …” With one hand gripping my hip and the other guiding himself, he breached my entrance. A bite of discomfort made me instinctively tense. “Relax,” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “I’ve got you.”
I focused on melting into his touch as he pressed forward, inch by delicious inch, stretching and filling me until I felt impossibly full. When he was finally buried all the way inside of me, we both groaned.
“I knew you could take me,” he purred, his voice rough with need.
He held still, letting my body adjust, waiting for the slight burn to fade into pleasure. Yet another thing no other man had bothered with. When he finally pulled back and eased forward again, the sensation elicited a moan from deep in my throat.
“Look at us,” he commanded.
I lifted my gaze to the mirror, and holy hell. The sight of him behind me, all rippling muscle and intensity with his jaw clenched as he gripped my hips, was almost enough to send me over the edge again. He looked barely contained, like a predator fighting his instincts, waiting for permission to devour his prey. In the sexiest, best possible way.
The fact that he waited, that he cared about my pleasure as much as his own, made me trust him even more. So, when the last trace of discomfort melted into pure need, I pushed back against him.
“Please …”
Jace’s control snapped. He pulled almost completely out, then filled me so wonderfully, I cried out as he found his rhythm. I had never been ravaged like this before, and instantly, I could feel a wave of pleasure building inside of me.
“You’re so gorgeous, Trouble. Dripping for me.”
I’d never been this wet, this desperate. There was somethingabout Jace, like he was designed in a lab specifically to activate every nerve ending in my body. It was probably just because he was a stranger, right? It made me more uninhibited because I’d never see him again.
Whatever the reason, I lost myself in the sensation of him driving into me, in every bruising grip and sharp smack against my flesh. I watched his reflection, mesmerized by the way his muscles flexed, by the tightening of his stubbled jaw that betrayed his own approaching release. But what drove me wild was how he watched my face in the mirror, waiting for my pleasure before claiming his own.
I shifted my hips slightly, changing the angle to watch him sliding in and out of me, and the new position had him hitting a spot that made my vision blur. I crashed over the edge, so hard that my entire body trembled, so hard that I was no longer grounded on this earth but taken to a completely different plane.
