Page 58 of Snowed In with Four Firemen
His hands move to my hips, his fingers brushing my skin lightly under the water, sending little jolts of electricity through me. I can’t help but arch into his touch, the water sloshing as I do, and his grip tightens.
Jace’s hands drift lower, teasing just beneath the surface of the water. My breath hitches, the heat between my legs flaring to life as his fingers brush against my clit, slow and deliberate. He knows me completely.
His lips graze the back of my neck, sending a ripple of shivers down my spine despite the warmth of the bath. I lean back into him, letting my head rest against his shoulder, my body already reacting to his touch.
“You’re tense,” he murmurs.
I fall back against him. I don’t have the energy to reply.
Jace shifts his hand, fingers pressing exactly where I need him to. A sharp gasp escapes me, and I bite my lip, trying to contain the sound.
“You don’t have to hold back,” he whispers, his lips now grazing my ear. “I want to hear you.”
God, his voice alone sends another wave of heat through me, and when his fingers circle me again, I can’t help but let out a low moan. My thighs tighten around his hand, and he groans softly into my neck, spurred on by my reaction.
His other hand moves up, cupping my breast under the water, his thumb brushing over my nipple. Every touch is deliberate, slow, as if he’s savoring every reaction he pulls from me. I arch into him, needing more, needing everything.
All I can focus on is the way his hands feel, the way his lips trace my skin as if he can’t get enough of me.
“Jace...” I gasp, my breath coming quicker now. He shifts behind me, pulling me tighter against him, his hard cock pressing against the small of my back. I shudder at the sensation, feeling like I’m about to come undone.
“Say it again,” he growls into my ear, his fingers pressing deeper, moving faster.
“Jace,” I moan, the sound of his name tumbling out of my lips like a plea. I can feel the pressure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, and I know I’m close. So close.
He knows it too. His thumb circles me again, and my body trembles. I can’t hold on any longer. With one last thrust of his fingers, everything inside me unravels, my body arching into his as pleasure crashes over me in waves.
I cry out, clutching at his arms, letting myself go completely as he holds me through it, his mouth on my neck, murmuring soft words I can barely make out through the haze.
As I come down, my body limp against him, the water ripples around us.
Jace’s hands still caresses me, his lips pressing soft kisses along my jaw.
I turn my head, our lips meeting, slow and lazy this time. But just as quickly, he pulls back, his eyes dark with lust, but there’s something holding him back. I can feel it in the way his breath shudders against my cheek, the way his hands tremble ever so slightly on my hips.
“Are you sure you want this? Wantme?” His voice is low, almost unsure, like he’s afraid of what comes next.
I don’t even have to think about it. I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice more confident than I feel, but I know it’s true. “I want you.”
His eyes search mine, a storm of emotions flickering through them. “But…Ben?—”
“Jace,” I cut him off, reaching up to cup his face, forcing him to look at me. “Iwantyou.”
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his, guiding him, needing him. His hesitation dissolves as he kisses me back, hard and hungry. Every touch is so achingly familiar. I can’t believe it’s been years since I last saw him. It’s like no time has passedbetween us, and we’re still the two love-sick teens who would fuck at every opportunity.
His grip tightens on my waist as he shifts, lining himself up, his length pressing against me. He pauses, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but I don’t wait. I push myself onto him, gasping as he finally fills me with his cock.
The sensation makes me dizzy, the feeling of him stretching me, deep and overwhelming. I moan into his mouth, my body trembling from the intensity. Jace groans, the sound vibrating through me, and his grip on me tightens as if he’s trying to hold back.
I don’t want him to. Jace is aware of every little hitch of my breath, every moan. He knows my body better than I know it myself.
I move against him, taking control, setting the pace. His breath catches, and for a moment, he just lets me, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch. I rock my hips, sliding him in and out, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through me. It’s so good, too good, and I know he feels it too.
His forehead presses against mine, his voice strained. “Emily…”
But I don’t stop. I can’t. “Jace,” I breathe, my hands gripping his shoulders as I move faster, harder. “Please…don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He thrusts up into me, matching my movements, the rhythm between us growing frantic. The heat in my pussy builds with every stroke, every gasp, until I feel like I’m going to shatter. My nails dig into his skin, and he groans, gripping me even tighter as he drives deeper, harder.
