Page 71 of Primal Bonds
“I’m glad.”
He bent her over one strong arm and sucked at the base of her neck. She made a sound of sheer pleasure. “Jace…”
“Mm?” he said against her throat.
She set her lips against his ear and whispered, “Take me to bed.”
His muscles locked. His nostrils flared, as if drawing her scent to his very heart—and then he snapped into action, scooping her up and setting her on the mattress. She scooted back against the pillows and watched as he dragged off his tank top.
He crawled onto the bed, part cat, part man—and in one smooth move, had her on her back, his thighs straddling hers, his hands on either side of her head.
He had a soldier’s body, hard and roped with muscle. Her breath sucked in at the sight of all that smooth male flesh. She smoothed her hands down his chest. “You are one fine man.”
“Yeah?” He nuzzled her neck.
“Oh, yeah.” She trailed her fingers over his ridged abdomen. The muscles twitched under her hands, and she smiled inwardly. She loved that she affected him as much as he did her.
She came to the scars on his belly and frowned. “I’m sorry you got hurt again.” She traced a finger over the longer, shallow mark.
He moved a big shoulder. “I’ve been hurt worse. I’m just sorry I dragged you into all this shit.”
She nodded. And yet a part of her whispered that it wasn’t all bad. Because if Jace hadn’t come to her door, she wouldn’t have ended up here with the sexiest guy she’d ever met pressing her to the mattress.
Jace tugged at the hem of her sleepshirt. She lifted her upper body, and he pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor.
He sat back on his heels, taking her in as if she was the most delicious treat. Her nerves tingled. It was like he was touching her with his eyes, searing her with his gaze.
When she reached for him, he shook his head. “Let me touch you.”
“All right.” She set her hands back on the mattress and waited to see what he would do.
He started by feathering his fingers over her rib cage—light, delicate touches that sent a quiver over her skin. Next, he moved to her breasts, cupping them in his large hands.
“Beautiful,” he breathed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples.
She smiled up at him. She was average and she knew it—nothing special. But Jace made her feel like a freaking sex goddess.
Her nipples puckered and his eyes darkened. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He pinched them, and she sucked in a breath as pleasure shot from her breasts to her womb.
She traced her fingers up and down his wrists. He was strong, with those hard, heavy bones she’d noticed right from the first. His forearms were corded, the backs of his wrists covered with fine black hairs.
She slid her hand up his arm to the tattoo on his upper arm. The cat’s paw itself was black, with touches of gold fire at the claw tips. She outlined it with her finger. “This is something to do with your cat?”
He grunted, and something about the way his face tightened told her he didn’t want to talk about it. Then he swooped down to nip at her throat and everything else flew out of her head.
His fingers went to work again on her breasts, stroking and pinching until she was writhing on the bed. He bent down and sucked each nipple until they were both a wet, rosy pink.
She dug her heels into the mattress and tried to lift her hips toward him, but her legs were closed, her thighs pinned between his. She pushed at his chest, but he took her hands and pressed them to the mattress on either side of her head.
She moaned. “Please, Jace.”
“Please what?” His lips moved against hers, soft and warm. “Do you want me to kiss you?” He teased the seam of her lips with his tongue.
“Yes.” She lifted her head and tried to deepen the kiss, but he just gave her a quick peck before sitting back again.
“Maybe you want me to touch you here…” His fingers moved down her abdomen, leaving tiny flames in their wake, driving her to madness.
“Yes,” she rasped.
