Page 82 of Touch Me

Leaning in, he rests his forehead against mine, slowly leaves my ribs, and hovers over my chest under my shirt. When he settles his hand, the heat of his touch sends shivers down my spine. I tip my head up, meeting his lips with mine, and he leaves my breast to grip the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me in place. Making it so I can’t move, but he can.

Smart.

Jace brushes his lips back and forth across mine, testing the waters again. I open my mouth and dart my tongue out to wet my lips. He pulls back to watch my mouth. With determination, he leans forward and runs his tongue across my bottom lip.

I struggle to lean forward to meet him, but he tightens his grip on my hair. And if that isn’t the hottest fucking thing ever... I’m a writhing mess from one hand on my breast and one touch of his fiery mouth. I know he’s doing it so I can’t touch him, but who knew I was a sucker for an alpha?

Yes! Control me!

Heat rushes to my core, and I squeeze my legs together to relieve the ache. As I go to release one of my hands behind me to touch myself, Jace sees me and puts all of his weight against my body, halting my efforts. I can feel his hardness on my stomach through his pants.

“No. No touching. I can’t take it,” he breathes into my ear. “It’ll be too much.”

“I need to touch myself. Please, Jace.”

He pulls away from my ear and meets my gaze. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness and his eyes blaze with fire.

“You want to touch yourself? Right here? In front of me?”

“I need to.”

Jace lifts his weight off me and slides his hand off my breast, staring as I dip my hand into my shorts. With one hand still gripping my hair, he watches as I run my finger through my wetness—I’m so turned on I can smell my arousal.

Leaning in, he crushes his lips to mine, and I open my mouth on a breath, brushing my tongue against his. A groan rumbles from deep in his throat as his tongue dances with mine. He leaves my neck and pulls my shorts down, watching me stroke my clit with two fingers before he grips his cock through his pants. Circling my wrist with his hand, he helps me stroke myself, gripping tighter and urging my hand faster.

“Jace,” I pant, and he pulls my hand away. “No. I’m almost there.”

“Let me.”

I hold my breath and wait for his touch. With shaky fingers, he traces my slit with two fingers.

“So soft. So wet,” he whispers.

He grips his cock again, and I thrust my hips towards his hand. He uses more pressure, moving his fingers faster, and we both watch his hands, one on me and one on himself. The stirring starts to build deep inside, and I lean my head back to rest on the wall, arms at my sides. His pace quickens as I moan and writhe, matching his hand with my thrusts. Jace closes the gap between us and kisses me again, swallowing my moans while stroking his cock between us.

“God, Cass, your noises drive me crazy. You feel so good.”

“Let me touch you,” I plead.

“No,” he breathes. “Not yet.”

“Just through your pants, no skin.”

Jace leans away, releases his grip, and I palm his cock through his pants, running my hand down its length. He hisses through his teeth and rests his forehead to mine. We watch, each stroking the other. He starts to pump his hips into my hand as he strokes me faster, the weight of the orgasm building, and I can barely stay upright.

“Jace.” My knees start to buckle beneath me. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

He crushes his lips to mine and thrusts his tongue in my mouth. We are all sighs and moans as we kiss, keeping our rhythm going. An orgasm rocks my body, and I reach out, grabbing his wrist to hold his hand where I need it. Jace immediately jerks away and flies across the room.

“Dammit!” He curses.

“Jace, no! I’m so sorry.” Pulling my pants up, I rush toward him. “I just got caught up in the moment.”

He puts his hands up. “No, don’t.”

“No, it’s good, you did good. We can finish—”

“No, Cassie. Just don’t. It’s not going to work. It’s never going to work.” He goes to move past me toward the door.

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