Page 57 of Amor Prohibido

No, no, no, dammit, NO!

He rose to his feet and adjusted himself in his pants before turning on his heel.

I sat up, spine ramrod straight. “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower,” he drawled.

A puff of a laugh left my mouth. “I grew up with a brother. I know that’s code for jerking off!”

Jace’s laughter was dry and tight, and he smirked over his shoulder. “Then don’t come in, sweetheart, unless you want to partake.”

With that, the bathroom door loudly closed—and the lock didn’t engage.

Blindsided, turned on, flustered, and breathless, I sat on the edge of the couch until my racing pulse quieted a fraction. When the deep-seated ache in my core failed to ease, I pushed to my feet, held my breath, and tip-toed toward the bathroom.

I pressed my hands to the dark wood and listened. The sounds of Jace showering knotted my stomach. I was terrified to enter, but hungering desire overrode all other actions and thoughts as I gripped the doorknob and turned it.

Jace’s wolfish gaze met mine the instant I cracked the door open. His husky words filled the room and pushed my arousal higher. “Come closer, J. And take your fucking clothes off.”

Each inhale and exhale vibrated with anticipation. Pulled closer by the primal look on Jace’s face, I crossed the bathroom and stood in front of the glass shower door. His jaw clenched as I removed my top and tossed it aside, and his hand worked up and down his erection as I shoved my leggings to the floor. I hooked my thumbs in my panty waistband and paused.

“How much am I taking off?”

“Allof it,” he growled through the glass with another pump of his cock.

With my heart beating out of my chest, I took a deep breath and pushed my underwear down, then removed my bra. Standing before Jace, naked and mildly self-conscious thanks to my swollen belly, I wrapped my arms over the bump and met his gaze again.

“Your tits are bigger,” he stated hoarsely.

I grazed my fingertips over them, making my nipples harden against the chill in the air.

A low growl came from within the shower stall and Jace’s eyes darkened impossibly further. “Touch yourself, J. Tell me how wet you are.”

My throat tightened with desire as I drifted a hand to where I needed a release the most. Jace ran his tongue over his lower lip as I shifted my legs wide. A shaky gasp left my mouth at the first touch to my clit, and my head fell back when I slid my fingers through my arousal.

“Wet?” Jace demanded.

I met his eyes and nodded, then lifted my fingers and left a wet streak of arousal down the outside of the shower door, directly in front of his face.

He punched off the water with impatient aggression, then barely waited until I stepped back a pace before charging out of the shower. He fell to his knees before me and shunted my legs wider with his elbows.

Fingertips bit into my booty as he dived between my legs—licking and devouring me until I struggled to stay upright. When he pushed two fingers into my body and hooked them, I set my hands on his head and gave myself over to an unbridled wave of need. He let out a low hum when I lost my inhibitions and shamelessly rode his face. The pressure of his fingers brushed over the trigger point inside me. Over and over until my eyes squeezed shut and the world faded to static.

“¡Mierda! Jace. I’m going to come,” I panted.

He flicked my clit harder and faster with his tongue and I came with a low moan. Licking and sucking my swollen flesh until my orgasm was spent, Jace sat back on his haunches. He wiped his mouth clean and grinned up at me.

“Fuck you taste good. Sit on me, J.”

Fighting off the last of the sated high, I shifted closer to where Jace worked his hand up and down his erection. I set my hands on his shoulders as he guided me onto his hard length with a firm hand on my hip.

He hissed through his teeth as I sank onto him. His thick length stretched and filled me, rekindling my arousal. When I sat completely sheathing him, I rocked my hips and groaned at the sensation of his erection hitting deep inside.

Jace captured my jaw and kissed me long and hard. The taste of myself on his tongue took me by surprise, but not in a bad way. It pushed my lust higher, and I raked my tongue along his while rocking my hips in a painfully slow rhythm.

“You set the pace, sweetheart, because, Christ, I want to fuck you hard—but I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured shakily against my mouth.

“I need this as much as you do,” I breathed back, taking his face in my hands.

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