All Good Things Absolved (7 page)

I took him deep into the back of my throat as he came and I swallowed every last decadent drop. He really was delicious. The thought of taking a man this way had always disgusted me, but with Jace it excited me. It made me feel all hot and bothered in my most intimate place. And I knew Jace was aware because he pulled himself from my mouth to pull me to face him. His blue eyes were scorching hot with desire and passion. It floored me.

"Do you like having me in your mouth?" His voice was gruff, husky. It sent chills travelling over my entire body.

"Yes," I breathed. "I want you inside me...everywhere."

"Everywhere?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yes, Jace." I nodded. "I want you inside me everywhere. I want you to claim me in every way. I want to be yours and only yours."

"You are mine, Olivia." He replied tightly. There was no room in his tone for discussion of any kind. And I loved that. It was a dangerous thing to love...his need to possess me so completely...but I did. And I couldn't deny that I didn't. I couldn't even begin to lie to myself in such a way.

"I'm yours." I repeated.

"Good girl." He grinned that shit-grin I adored. His hand moved to my chest and he set it between my breasts as he pushed me into the wall. My shoulder blades pressed tight against the tile and I watched, riveted as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. He looped his hand around my right ankle, lifting my leg over his shoulder so I was standing only on my left foot. I knew what he was about to do, and it set a flurry of butterflies loose in my stomach. His head dipped and his hair fell forward, water dripping from its ebony strands onto his forehead. I couldn't resist delving my hand into his hair as his tongue lapped out at my aching, throbbing clit. I needed this. I really
really
needed this.

"Do you like my tongue on you, Angel?"

"Yes," I moaned as he stroked me with the moist tip of his tongue, pressing through the sensitive folds. "Yes Jace,"

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned against me and I shook. His words vibrated right through my very core. Literally. "You amaze me."

"Please," I begged. I was a panting, shaking mess when he pushed his finger inside me as his tongue continued his deliciously torturous assault on my clitoris. His hair in my hand weaved through my fingers and I pulled. In response, I felt his teeth against my sensitive flesh and I cried out into the steam around us. I was too hot. I felt as though I was moments away from combusting. "Jace, I can't." I didn't know what I couldn't do. But I knew I couldn't handle much more of this and survive. He was keeping me on the thresholds of a deliciously relieving orgasm I couldn't seem to reach no matter how I tried to stretch toward it. I didn't know what was happening, but I was so desperately close to tears. "I need,"

"Tell me what you need, Angel." Jace whispered against my hot flesh. "I'll give you anything."

"You." That was what I needed. I needed him. "Inside me."

"As you wish." He stood, his hands instantly wrapping around my thighs to pull me into him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he positioned me before him. His cock throbbed hard and ready against my opening, but he didn't give it to me. His blue eyes were scorching as he searched my face. "I want you to remember this always, Angel."

"What?" I panted. "Remember what always?"

"The way you need me." His voice was so blunt, but his eyes were pleading. My heart thundered and my eyes welled.

"I'll never forget, Jace." I said through shaky breaths. "I couldn't forget and this need will never end. It'll always be you and me like this."

He pressed into me, filling me to the hilt and I screamed against his shoulder as my body fought to adjust to his sudden intrusion. But it was a beautifully sweet fight. It was almost bittersweet in its urgency.

His eye found mine and he held them. "It's always going to be like this between us, Olivia." His words were a promise. "It doesn't matter how we fight or what I do to piss you off, it'll always be me who takes you like this - no one else - never anyone else." He pounded into me, stroking the walls of my innermost place and hitting my womb with each thrust. "I don't care what bridges crumble or what ocean stands in the way, I'll always find my way to you because I was born for this - with you. I was made to fill you and you were made to complete me."

His words, however terrifying in their intensity, made me feel so deeply close to him while at the same time made me struggle to get closer.

I needed him closer.

Deeper.

Forever.

"There is nothing strong enough to pull me from you, Jace." And I knew it was true. Not even death could break us apart. Because as morbid as it was, I knew if death took him from me, I would follow. I would follow him to the end of eternity and back - because he was the other half of my soul. I simply was not complete without him.

Chapter 6

We arrived at Karen's house just a few hours before dinner and I finally felt as though I could breathe. The sun was high in the sky and the mid-September air was pleasantly warm. It caressed my skin. Jace's hand against my lower back made me feel protected and adored as we walked up the cobblestone walkway to the front door. It opened before we made it to the steps and Karen appeared in the doorway.

"You're finally here." She beamed, quickly pulling me into her arms. She ducked her head, her breath warm against my ear. "Bring him by more often."

I smiled. "I'll try."

Jace chuckled, obviously catching the drift of our conversation as he pulled Karen into his embrace. "Mom, it's good to see you."

Jace gently pushed me into the house as he followed at my back. Warm scents of cinnamon and vanilla met my nose and I inhaled instantly. I was surprised I didn't feel nauseous at the scent of the cinnamon. I felt Jace's hand stiffen on my back and he leaned down to my ear.

"Are you all right with the scent?" He asked as I threw a funny look over my shoulder. Was he seriously going to make the fact that I was pregnant so damned obvious? "I know you didn't do well with it the last time." He added as an afterthought.

"It's cute you remembered, but no, this isn't a bother." I grinned. "Actually, I really want whatever it is that smells so good."

Jace pressed a kiss to my temple. He looked to Karen who was standing back watching us with loving eyes. "Do I smell your famous cinnamon rolls?"

John appeared from the kitchen with a moist looking roll in his hand. "You bet that's what you smell."

The instant I caught sight of the roll, my belly roared and my mouth watered. I really wanted it. Like, I really
really
wanted it. And if I didn't get one soon, I had absolutely no qualms over stealing Johns straight from his hand.

Jace laughed as though he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, and maybe he did, because John was looking at me with warning. There was a good possibility my thoughts were written on my face. "Don't you dare consider it, Olivia!" John shook his head. "Go get your own and stop looking at mine."

My mouth dropped. Had I been so obvious? Karen laughed from the couch as she watched the obvious shock register over my face. I blushed. "Sorry."

Jace weaved his fingers in mine. "Let's go get your own before John here chokes on his to keep you from getting a taste."

As we walked though the living room to the kitchen, I heard Johns voice loud. "Did you see the way she was looking at my roll? It's almost like she's eating for two."

I froze instantly. I couldn't help it, my legs simply stopped working. How did he know? Had Jace told them without me? I was furious, hurt, offended and awed. I didn't know what to think or feel. And by the look on Jace's face, he didn't know what I was thinking or feeling either. He leaned down and hot breath washed over my ear. "He's joking. They don't know."

I nodded numbly and followed him the rest of the way to the kitchen. As soon as we stepped into the warmly scented oasis, I forgot about John's comment and instantly focused on the platter of cinnamon rolls. They were the perfect kind of gold and glazed with a vanilla frosting. My mouth felt as though it had suddenly joined the waterworks.

"Are you having one?" I asked as Jace placed the roll on a plate.

He grinned. "I thought we'd share."

Seriously? He thought I planned on sharing? Had he conked his head at some point in the day and I'd just missed it? My tone was stern. "I'm not sharing with you?"

His eyes danced as he held the plate. "Are you serious?"

"I don't ever think there was a time when I was more serious, Jace." He nodded, his eyes glimmering with mirth as he handed me the plate. I snatched it quickly before he could change his mind. As soon as I felt confident in my possession of the roll, I grinned. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He could barely restrain his grin. It was cute and boyish. I loved this grin almost as much as I loved his shit-grin. It made me feel warm. I hoped our child had this grin.

My heart stuttered in my chest as I realized what had just gone through my mind. I was thinking about our unborn child as I watched Jace. And I knew I wanted a boy, just like him. I wanted a little black haired boy with bright blue eyes and a shit-grin that wooed even the roughest of souls. The thought made my eyes mist as I picked at the roll with my fork.

Jace, always so aware of me frowned. "What's running through your mind?"

"I was thinking." I admitted, but I said nothing more.

"About?"

I placed my hand on my belly and rubbed. "This."

His eyes widened fractionally. "And, what were you thinking?"

"I want a boy." I said bluntly and then blushed. "I'll love our child either way, but I want a boy."

His blue eyes were dark. "Why?"

"Because I want him to have your shit-grin - and your eyes - and your heart." My voice croaked. If someone told me a year ago that this was where I would be now, I would have pissed myself in laughter. There was no way in hell I would have believed that in only a short year, so much would have changed. In the months to come I would be married to the man I loved more than I ever could have imagined possible - I will be married to the man of my dreams. I will be a mother to his child and I will finally have the family I always dreamed of having but never believed I deserved. I was richer than all of the kings in the world because I had Jace. And, what he'd given me was so much more than money could buy. It was priceless.

Jace set his plate on the counter. His azure eyes pierced me as he rounded the counter in slow strides. My heart raced and my hands trembled. I really did love this man with all my heart and soul. The thought of being without him was unacceptable. Unfathomable. Impossible.

His hands rested against my hips and he dipped his head so his forehead pressed against mine. He inhaled a deep breath and I knew he was breathing me in. My heart fluttered in response. When he finally spoke, his voice was deeper than usual. It was filled to the brim with heavy emotion. "I love you, Olivia. You don't know how you changed me and I can't even begin to explain, but I can tell you I never want to go back. You gave me reason to live and not just exist. In this world where real and fanatical mesh, you showed me the damaged can be blessed. I'm honored to be the man you've chosen and I will forever love you and cherish you. Anything you want, I'll forever be weak to deny."

His lips brushed against mine before his tongue traced the line of my lips, tasting the sugary sweet glaze from the cinnamon roll. He pulled away and I realized his eyes were closed. It was like he was savoring me. It made my stomach clench in desire and my heart flutter as though suddenly filled with butterflies. It was a beautiful, hypnotic sight. It was perfect. Jace was perfect. Everything about him called to me on a primitive level and I knew it was not him who was helpless to deny; but it was me. I could never dream of rejecting him something he desired. I ached to be everything and more than he needed. I longed to quench his thirsts. I yearned to dull his dark memories and replace them with ones worthy of his beautiful light.

I placed my hand against his face, cupping his cheek. He leaned into my touch and I saw the first hint of vulnerability in the man I loved. With his eyes closed and his heart bared to me, I saw everything - his wounded soul - his jagged heart and his demons. And, I loved it all.

"You're all I'll ever need, Jace." I whispered. "I need you to believe this."

His eyes fluttered open and they were burning with emotion so strong, I was rendered breathless. "I do believe, Angel. You've showed me."

With that, he brought his lips down on mine in a kiss to rival all others. Not even the famous kisses captured by the light of a camera and studied through history could rival this. It was soul crushing, earth shattering and world burning. It was consuming. My entire body felt his kiss as his hands moved to the sides of my face, his fingers dipping into my hair. It was the essence of love and in it there was desire - belief - faith - dreams. Everything
pure
and
real
found its way into this kiss. And I lost myself to it for a blissful moment where there was only Jace and I in the entire universe. In this moment, I fully believed our love could power the life of the universe. It was that strong.

When we pulled apart, simply for need of air his eyes were hot, his face filled with adoration and I knew I mirrored him. He handed me my plate with my roll, leaned over the counter for his and led me back into the living room with John and Karen.

***

Jaylah jumped up from the dinner table and her full plate of food. "We forgot the wine."

Karen shook her head. "I made fresh squeezed juice tonight. We don't need wine."

I looked to Karen and then Jaylah as she sputtered for a response but never found one. Slowly, she sat back down in her seat. Obviously she was shocked. And she wasn't the only one. John looked mildly put out at the thought of having such a delicious dinner without a glass of wine to accompany it.

I felt my eyes search for Jace where he sat beside me and found he was looking at Karen suspiciously. Did she know somehow? I could see he shared my thoughts but neither of us was about to enquire.