Sinful (Restless Nights) (4 page)

I kept my face partially hidden as I tried to slow my heart and level my breathing.

I took a covert glance around the table. The pinch of concern I had melted away as I noticed no eyes were on me or
Jace. It had been wildly erotic having him touch me like that. Where anyone could discover what we were doing. Exhibitionism wasn’t something that had ever turned me on. I would have thought that I would have been furious, but no. I just wanted his hands back on me.

Jace
turned to look at me, a flash of something devious crossed over his features as he plastered a devilish smile on his face.

“You need another drink?”
he asked, his eyes sparkling with humor.

“I don’t know
, Jace, she looks awfully flushed right now. I think the alcohol might be getting to her.”

My eyes drifted to Cole as he grinned like the freaking Cheshire
Cat at me. His mischievous eyes flicked between me and Jace. I suppressed a groan and forced myself to keep from hiding my face in Jace’s shoulder.

Jace
’s knuckles grazed over my heated cheek. His gaze locked with mine. “You do look flushed. I think it might be time to get you back to the hotel.”

I nodded
, my mouth and lips both very dry. My tongue slipped out to wet my lips as I lost myself in his heated gaze.

I heard a soft chuckle from somewhere at our table and I shifted my gaze to see who had made the noise. With little surprise I realized it was Cole.

“Take the limo. Just send it back when you’re done.”

I slid from my seat, self
-consciously fiddled with the hem of my dress and tried to force calm through my body. We said our good-byes and I told the guys it was nice to meet them. It truly had been.

Jace
’s hand landed on the small of my back as he led me from the bar.

He opened the limo door and I slid into the seat he’d occupied only a short while ago.  My cheeks flamed as memories of me giving him head bombarded my thoughts. God it was… well fantastic. No
, fantastic didn’t do it justice. Jace leaned in through the open door.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

He returned a short minute later
, slipping into the limo and shutting us inside. He reached out to pull me to him and wasted little time crushing his lips to mine. The heat and passion had me breathing in shallow pants as his hand grazed up my side to cup my breast.

H
is breathing was just as affected as my own. He murmured against my lips, “Kneel on the seat and hold the headrest.”

I arched a brow
, but there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to do what he requested. I liked the heated need in his command.

Jace
moved behind me, his hands sliding up my thighs to push my dress to my waist and hook his fingers in the top of my panties. The lace rubbed against my thighs as he pulled them down my sensitive skin to my knees. I lifted each knee so they could come free of my body. I glance over my shoulder to see him shove them in his back pocket. I couldn’t hold back the small laugh that bubbled up as I watched him. His gaze lifted to meet mine. He didn’t say a word just smiled sheepishly at me. I didn’t question him either. At least I could be sure they wouldn’t be left in the limo when we were done.

His hand trailed up my back
, under my dress where he deftly unclasped my bra. His hand slid over my ribs to cup my breast. My head fell forward as a whimper formed in my throat. I heard the tear of foil as he massaged my breasts, alternating between them.

He pressed against my entrance and heat flooded me. My fantasies were replaced with a blindingly hot reality. Any unease or self doubt I had ever held about my worth or my body, was washed away when he murmured my name in a breathless prayer. With agonizing slowness he glided into me inch by inch until he was fully seated in my warmth.

He stalled there for a second, his breathing harsh. I couldn’t take it any longer. I pressed back, my ass rocking against him. His palm on my breast squeezed as his other hand found my hip where he held me tight and began a slow rhythm of thrusts and withdraws. Heat plumed and the whimper I had held in, turned into a deep moan that sounded out through the rocking interior of the limo.

“
Harder,
” I demanded.

His hand released my breast and took hold of my other hip
, where his fingers bit into my flesh and he thrust deeper and harder, fueling my need and desire for him. Every nerve in my body tingled and I was overtly aware of every place our skin touched. I could hear the slap as our flesh came together and I nearly lost it.

Jace
wrapped his arms around my waist leaning forward he nipped at my shoulder before lifting me and taking a seat on the plush leather where he settled me on his lap. My heels found purchase on the floor. I pressed my back to his chest and bounced with the rhythm of the moving vehicle as we moved along the strip. Jace pulled the front of my dress down, releasing my breast of the last material that shielded them from his hungry hands. His lips moved over my shoulder and latched on to my neck where he bit softly.

“God damn, baby.
You are so tight.” His words were like a drug as they floated to my ear in a deep, husky tone.

I picked up my
pace, wanting to push him over the edge. I wanted to hear my name on his lips as passion, lust and need overtook him. Reaching my hand back I grabbed the nape of his neck, turned my head and kissed him hard. My tongue swept greedily over his before I sucked his into my mouth and upon releasing it, bit his lower lip gently. His hands tightened on my breast and his head fell back against the headrest.

“
Avery,
” he groaned. It sounded more like a plea or a prayer, but it wasn’t breathless this time.

It was intoxicating
. I wanted to hear it over and over again.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, he slid a single finger to my clit and with one pinch of pleasure I was lost. Fire floo
ded my veins. I felt my muscles constrict and pulse around him as waves of heat pooled and crashed all over every part of my body. Jace grabbed my chin and turned my face to capture my lips in a crushing, bruising and perfect kiss.

My eyes slammed shut and my fingers dug into his hair. The kiss slowed and became something softer, gentler, but was still filled with the passion one finds with their perfect counterpart. The one person who makes everything in life
make sense. The one person who knows how to heat your veins and hold you through the waves of pleasure only they can provide.

They were
some scary thoughts. I was lost to this man, and I didn’t know if it would break my heart in the end.

He moved to my forehead
, where he pressed his warm lips to my sweaty skin.

“You’re
fucking perfect. Do you know that?”

I didn’t say anything
. I just let a heady breath free. No man had ever thought me perfect. None had ever said it. None had ever made me feel it.

“
Avery?”
he said my name so softly. My eyes fluttered open and I was instantly entranced by his dark gaze.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

I was far from perfect, but for her I would fight through hell for the opportunity to try and be perfect. She brought something out in me that I had long ago forgotten and thought was lost. Passion.

Was it a dick thought? Yep.

Sure
, I had loved Gemma, but even at the start of our relationship we hadn’t been this combustible.

“We’re not moving anymore.” Her sweet voice drew my attention. And I couldn’t
help but smile at the words.

She shook her head. It squeezed at my soul that somehow she could already read me like a book.

“I mean the limo is parked. You dirty man,” she said with a sugar sweet tone.

I lifted her off my lap and
laughed as she huffed her objection to the move.  I kissed her slowly as I clasped her bra and pulled her dress back up over her chest. She adjusted the skirt while I dealt with cleaning myself up enough to walk through the lobby of the hotel.

“I told the driver to park and leave us be
. That we would exit when we were ready.”

She shook her head
. “I can only imagine what that poor man thinks of us,” She said, reaching for her purse and pulling her little sweater back on.

“He thinks I gave him a good tip to simply sit in a parking lot like he was doing back at the bar.”

She scoffed and pushed open the limo door.

We reached the elevator and she watched me as I reached out to press the button to which floor I intended us to go to. If she thought that I wasn’t planning to take
her back to my room, then she had lost her mind. I hit the 20
th
floor button and her brows arched.

“You have a suite?” she asked.

“Yep, I do.”

“What if I wanted to go back to my little room?” she questioned.

I closed in on her, my hands landing on her hips. “To get your things?”

“
W-what?” she stammered slightly and it warmed my heart.

I reached out and hit the 10
th
floor button. Where her room was located “We can go get your things, then you can come back to my room.”

Her head tilted
. “You want me to stay in your room with you?”

I laughed
. “Hell yes I do, I am not even close to finished with you.”

I never will be.

The elevator dinged and opened up to her floor. I followed her to her room.

She had a wry smile as she opened the door.

“It’s a bit messy,” she admitted and bit her lower lip as I followed her inside. I hadn’t noticed the discarded clothing when I picked her up earlier.

I laughed. “Messy? I’d say a tornado came through. What the hell were you doing in here?”

Her hands landed on her hips as I surveyed her room. “I was trying to figure out what to wear.”

I grinned at her
. “For me,” I stated.

It mattered for some reason. I would think her beautiful in any damn thing she put on. Of that I
was sure. However, knowing that she spent her time worrying about what to wear for me, well it gave me a ridiculous amount of pleasure.

She blew out a heavy breath and her hands fell from her hips. “Yes
.”

I studied her
. She looked conflicted by her own admission. “Why does it look like you feel bad about that?”

“Because I didn’t know then.”

“Know what?” I asked.

This wasn’t feeling right. Something had shifted in her and it wasn’t where I wanted her head to be at.

She averted her eyes as she admitted what was bothering her. “That she was out of the picture.”

I closed in on her
, drawing her eyes to me. “You feel bad that you cared what you looked like because you didn’t know I was no longer married?”

“Yes
,” she said. All playfulness and coyness were gone from her voice. “I feel guilty for wanting you for so long.”

I cupped her cheek and she leaned into my hand. That was a good sign. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. I was the one who was married and pining for you.”

She held my gaze as she asked, “Was it because of me?”

My heart squeezed, but there was no way I could lie to her. “Gemma found out about you and told me I had to stop talking to you or she was gone. I wouldn’t give you up
. I couldn’t, and I don’t intend to now.”

She closed her eyes and whispered
, “You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

"
I would have said them a year ago when I first felt them, but I was struggling with my morals and what to do about Gemma. Things had been rocky long before I met you.” She stared at me, that unsure look flashing in her eyes. It wasn’t an easy thing to explain, and I hadn’t been honest with her about my wife. “From now on I refuse to hide anything from you.”

The unease in her eyes seemed to retreat
, her lips a step away from a smile as she asked, “Promise?”

I nodded
. “I promise. Now, get your sweet ass in the bathroom and collect your things the tornado dropped in there and I will get the clothes scattered in the room.”

“Cheeky,” she mumbled, but headed to the bathroom while I grabbed her bag and began filling it with the discarded choices from the night.

She came back with a carryon sized piece of luggage. I took it from her
, along with the bigger piece of luggage and we headed for my suite with the big bed that I planned to have her naked and sprawled out on as soon as I got the door shut and locked.