Page 16 of Stolen Fate

“Strip for me,” he said, and my hands automatically moved to the hem of my sweater. I didn’t think to be self-conscious. At least, not yet, not when he was looking at me the way he was.

I didn’t think a man had ever looked at me like that before.

Like he wanted to consume me whole and never apologize for it.

I removed the sweater in one quick motion and threw it somewhere on the floor before turning back to Jace to see he had already taken off his tie and was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt.

He tilted his head to the side, as if telling me he wanted me to continue, so I moved my hands down to my jeans and unbuttoned them. The feel of the zipper going down against my mound had me twitching a little, my skin feeling way too sensitive.

I had never been more aware of the way my clothes touched my skin.

I pulled the jeans off, throwing them on top of my sweater, and climbed onto the bed in nothing but my panties and black long-sleeved t-shirt.

This should have offered me some protection, but watching Jace take off his shirt, showing off his muscular build, made me feel powerless. It made me wish he had left the lights off.

A man like him could ruin me so good, and he wouldn’t even break a sweat.

I shivered from the thought, taking in his impressive physique. I knew he was fit from when he had me close moments before. But to see it… to see him was something else entirely different: his broad shoulders, his muscular biceps no longer hindered by the expensive fabric of his dress shirt, his six pack, and even the V between his trimmed waist that I couldn’t get enough of.

I followed the dark patch of hair around his navel down to his black trousers…

He was hard—something he couldn’t hide.

“It must be so inconvenient to be you,” I said with a sigh.

“Oh, yeah? And why is that?” he asked, the humor back on his face, deepening the crease around his eyes and laugh lines.

“It couldn’t be easy to hide such a huge package.”

I wiggled my eyebrows a little and blatantly looked down to his crotch. Jace surprised me when he threw his head back and laughed.

He had a nice laugh. The baritone was deep and strong and doing funny things to my insides.

He looked at me, humor still twinkling in those sea-blue eyes as he unbuttoned his trousers. I swallowed noticeably hard, and when he pushed the pants down, along with his boxer-briefs, revealing all of himself to me, I couldn’t help but stare at him.

My God, he was magnificent.

Bigger than the average man—certainly bigger than anyone I had ever been with—his membrane with neatly trimmed dark hair standing up from his arousal, the bulbous tips wet from his precum.

I licked my lips and moved my gaze up to meet his eyes.

He slowly walked toward me on the bed, like a dangerous predator to his prey, and I squirmed slightly where I sat. I moved back a little as he moved over me, until I was lying flat on the bed and Jace was on top of me.

He ran his fingers down across the side of my face gently, the action unexpected considering we were both strangers to each other and were here for a one-night fuck, not to make love.

Yet, I couldn’t open my mouth and ask him to stop.

Instead, I reveled in his touch and, against my better judgment, closed my eyes, moving in closer to him.

When I opened my eyes, it was his blue ones I saw staring intently at me, as if he was trying to figure me out.

But I didn’t want him to figure me out. He wouldn’t like what he saw.

So I pulled him down for a kiss instead, and gave into the sensation of his full lips pressing against mine, my palm cupping his jaw to hold him there.

His stubble was rough against my soft skin, and the feeling was oddly satisfying.

“Let’s get you naked,” he said, and he had my shirt pulled off before I could even say anything. The urge to move my hands over my abdomen was strong, but I resisted, knowing it would only draw more attention.

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