#Swag (GearShark #3) (14 page)

I reached over. Without looking, my hands found the dirtiest parts of the engine and worked around. Seconds later, I pulled back, fingers coated in the stuff, and dragged it down his chest, over his pec and toward his abs.

Three long lines were left behind, and I discovered something.

“You were right,” I said. “It is sexy.”

The sound he emitted was nothing short of a growl. He snatched my hand and put it on him again, covering it with his, pressing it hard against his shoulder and rubbing. When my fingers started moving, pulling toward his collarbone, he allowed it, and I traced more lines across his skin.

He smelled like a cross between unidentifiable soap and motor oil.

His skin was smooth; my fingers were slick.

Abruptly, my playing became too much. One long arm wrapped around and pulled me against his body. The palm of his hand flattened and rubbed upward, snaking beneath my shirt and all the way up past my bra straps, beneath my hair, grabbing the back of my neck.

I looked up.

He kissed me.

No. He devastated my mouth, my body, and every coherent thought I could have had. There was nothing but the feel of him against me, the pressure of his lips upon mine. I didn’t know how he did it. How he kissed with so much intensity but never seemed to need air. My lungs were close to exploding, so close I squirmed against him.

Jace ripped away his mouth, but I didn’t automatically breathe. It was like my body was no longer my own…

It was his.

“Take a breath, Josie.”

I gasped. The burning in my chest was alleviated, but the pounding of my heart increased.

My stomach jumped so much, so fast it almost hurt. It almost scared me.

Before I could make sense of the way he made me feel, his lips were on mine once more. The feel of his thick tongue made my knees wobble, and the pain in my hand was forgotten.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the hair low on the back of his neck was too short to anchor myself with. Instead, I reached up and grabbed his ears, tugging his head down even closer. I was tall, but he was taller, so he came, hunching down around me.

A moan vibrated my throat and echoed through my mouth into his. There was nowhere else for the sound to travel because Jace wouldn’t let me free.

His kiss was a prison. His tongue my warden and his body my cell.

In one fast movement, he ripped his hand from underneath my shirt, and both hands found the hem.

I lifted my arms, and he laughed.

We broke apart so he could remove the fabric and make short work of my bra.

My rack spilled out. The fullness of my breasts was heavy and felt even heavier right now. Need pooled in them; they tingled and ached.

I didn’t have to ask or even wait. His hands covered them, kneading into the flesh, and I moaned. My head fell back, and I arched into his ministrations.

His lips found the hollow of neck and began sucking. I grabbed his hips. My fingers dug in as he sucked down my neck and across my collarbone.

So good.

So. Fucking. Good.

When he started to pull back, I flattened my hands on his back and dug my nails in, forcing him close once more.

Two warm, willing lips latched onto a rock-hard nipple, and I cried out. Tingles of pleasure shot through my body, all the way down to my toes. I stroked his back and finally shoved my hands in his hair, making sure to rough up the combed strands so he looked as out of control as I felt.

It didn’t take long for my mouth to get jealous of my tits. Not being gentle, I pulled his hair, forcing his head back.

Dark, glittering eyes met mine. His lips were plump and red, and I dove at them.

Our tongues battled it out, trying to prove who wanted the other more. Desire pumped through me, erasing everything else. My panties weren’t just damp; they were soaked.

Between my thighs, I ached; actual shooting pain vibrated up into my lower abs. When Jace’s hand found the button on my jeans, my body screamed in relief.

The button gave way and my fly slid down. His large, warm hand shoved down the front of my pants to cup my sex.

My lips faltered on his. My face fell, my forehead hitting his shoulder.

He didn’t stroke me. He didn’t dive beneath the fabric of my panties. Instead, he took one thick middle finger and pressed it fully against my slit. It rested there with heavy pressure, and I literally throbbed against him.

I squirmed, wanting more.

“Jace,” I demanded.

He pulled back totally. His hand left my crotch, and his body left mine.

I watched the muscles ripple in his back and the way his abs contracted when he unlatched the hood and slammed it back into place.

He swung back around, a look of pure dominance on his face.

“Are you on the pill, Josie?”

I nodded.

He grabbed me around the waist. Without being rough, he pulled me so I was standing in front of my car, back to the windshield but facing him.

“Let me make one thing very clear,” he intoned. The husky quality in his voice made me shiver.

“I’m the one in control right now. You can demand all you want, baby, but you won’t get a thing until I’m ready to give it to you.”

I felt my eyes narrow.

“Go ahead and try to boss me,” Jace growled. “It turns me on more. Out there”—he motioned with his chin toward the doors— “is something else, but when you’re naked beneath my hands, it’s me who calls the shots.”

Here it was. The chance to surrender some kind of control, the chance to be handled.

“Let
me
make one thing very clear,” I purred, unfastening the button on his jeans with one simple flip of my hands. “You can be in control, but I’m still participating. I give as good as I get.”

“Honey, I’m counting on it.”

His mouth crashed over mine. There was aggression in his kiss, ownership. It burned me from the inside out. Strong hands latched around my waist, lifted, and sat me on the hood of my car.

I kicked off my heels, and he tugged my jeans down my legs and whipped them off my ankles.

Wearing nothing but a pair of black satin boyshorts, I spread my legs, and he stepped forward. I loved the size of his hands. Big, strong, not to be missed.

They wrapped around my thighs and pulled. My satin-covered bottom slid over the sleek hood of the car, and my crotch collided with his body.

Jace eased me back so I lay across the hood, my body stretched out over the curves of the car, and my legs wrapped around his ass. I arched up, shoving my chest close as he bent over me and his hot mouth licked over the center.

His hips moved, grinding into my center, and the feel of his rigid jean-covered rod was delicious.

My hands explored him, learned the curves of his body, the length of his back. Traces of grease marred our bodies and only added to the grittiness with which I wanted him.

Impatient, I pushed at his shoulder so I could sit up and reach for his jeans. He made a sound and pushed away my hand.

Dark hair spilled over my shoulders as my chest heaved, and he stripped the pants and his boxers off his body.

He had the biggest dick I’d ever seen. It was thick and swollen, the head round and full. His balls were large despite the fact he was already so far gone; they were drawn up tight against his pelvis.

And he was completely shaved. Not a trace of hair around his cock, on his balls, or above it all.

I licked my lips, knowing he would fill my mouth totally.

When he bent to kick the pants off his feet, I bent my knees, resting my feet on the front fender.

When he straightened, my eyes went right back to the glorious specimen right in front of me.

“Touch it,” he demanded.

I grabbed him, stroked up and down the shaft, and then licked the head. A satisfied sound rolled out of his mouth, and I became even bolder to suck it deep into my mouth and rub his balls as I worked with my mouth.

Just as I was beginning to really revel in the way he felt against my tongue and dragging against the roof of my mouth, he grabbed my head and guided me away.

Once more, he laid me out over the hood and pushed me back a little farther so I was totally on display.

The satin boyshorts were gone in seconds, and one finger dragged up my crease. He made a sound of appreciation, and I peeked at him through partially closed eyes. He was staring at my center, watching his finger swirl in my silky heat.

I was also shaved bare, so he had a complete view of exactly what I looked like.

The tip of his finger nudged my aching clit. Just the briefest touch made me shudder, and my legs automatically fell closed. I was already losing the ability to hold my limbs up.

He seemed to know and held my thighs wide, pressing against them, and lowered his face to my crotch.

I glanced up once. All I saw was the top of his dark head, and then everything fell away.

His tongue speared me. I gasped. And he did it again. One thorough lick across my clit fired ripples of pleasure throughout my body. While I was still tingling, two fingers eased inside my opening and began to fuck me slowly.

“Jace,” I whispered, my head falling to the side. My eyes were open, but I saw nothing at all.

“Josie,” he answered, then said nothing else.

Seconds later, his fingers abandoned their position, but there was no time to recover.

He pulled my ass down and straightened between my legs.

“Say my name when I enter you, Josie,” he told me. The command in his voice was replaced with sheer desire.

The tip of his large head nudged at my entrance. I gasped. Hands grabbed my hips and pulled.

His entire long length thrust inside me. My heat eagerly sheathed him, stretching and making room to take him all.

I moaned his name, the sound echoing through the metal room.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled and began moving.

He fucked me hard and fast, exactly the way I wanted it. Every single time he surged deep into me, I moaned.

I wasn’t quiet; there was no way in hell I could be.

I said his name until it was the only word I knew, and then he told me to say it again.

“Jace,” I whimpered, having teetered on the peak of blinding release for so long I was actually starting to feel emotional. It made panic creep beneath the edge of bliss.

Three things happened at once:

1.) His fingers reached between us, found the quivering, needy bud, and stroked.

2.) His chest came over mine, pressing down over me, and his tongue slipped softly between my lips.

3.) Bliss rolled over my body in the form of the most intense orgasm I’d ever known.

I was still high with pleasure when his body turned rigid, his lips fell from mine, and his face buried deep into my neck. He shouted, followed by soft moans as he jerked and jolted into me with release. He was so hard and so big I felt every inch of his orgasm.

I felt the tightness in his dick, I felt the way he exploded, and I felt the little tremors that wracked him when my body squeezed his cock for more.

We were both saturated with sweat, breathing hard, and I could already tell I was going to be sore.

Sore in all the right places.

I thought he would pull away. Quickly he’d leave my body and perhaps turn back into the cold bastard he normally was.

But this was Jace. The man I couldn’t seem to resist. The man I saw more and more often whenever I looked into his bottomless eyes.

Both his arms slid beneath me, cradling my back against the car. With a full push, he kept his length inside me, and I wrapped my legs around him to help keep it there.

He straightened, taking me with him like I weighed nothing at all. His arms tightened, pulling me close as he walked across the room.

I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t even look. I laid my head on his shoulder, willing to go anywhere he took me.

Seconds later, he sat down, still completely naked, in a nearby chair, keeping me in his lap.

I wiggled down over him, and he stroked my back, played with my hair.

The intensity with which I wanted him just moments ago was still there; it just shifted into something else.

Feelings.

I sat back in a feeble attempt to get away.

It was easy for a girl to think she was feeling things she really wasn’t when someone fucked her brains out the way he just had.

His hands wouldn’t release my waist; he kept me in his lap, lifted his head, and looked me directly in the eyes.

I liked him. I liked his directness. I liked the way he just took me without all the pretty talk or empty promises. And even more… I liked the way he didn’t shove me off when it was over. I liked the way he stayed inside me and had no hesitation to look me in the eye.

After what we’d just done, one would think shyness would be impossible, but it seemed after something as intense as that, shyness was the perfect response.