Page 19 of Spin the Damn Bottle

I lift one strappy red shoe in my hand and raise an eyebrow.“And these?”

"It wouldreallyplease me to see you in those fuck-me heels.”

I roll my eyes and put it down. "Yeah, well, I don't want to fall on my ass and snap my neck in the process, so…pass. But thank you, I guess.”

“You can always show your thanks,” he teases.

His eyes flicker with surprise as I cross over to him and get to my toes to kiss one of his cheeks, then the other.

Truth be told, I’m not thanking him for the shoes I'll never wear, or the room I didn't ask for, or the clothes I don't need. I'm kissing him because I want to. Finding out that he's around Marie not only for a specific reason, but one that's to my benefit, has melted most of my anger, and now that it’s gone, all that remains is my desire.

I don't know why I take his word for it, rather than questioning whether he’s lying about Marie, but I do believe him.

I press my mouth to his and lick his bottom lip. Jace growls and take control of the kiss, as I knew he would. It's hot, heavy, and over way too quickly. I grunt in protest when he tears his mouth away from mine, but before I know it, he's scooping me up. I shriek and laugh as he carries me over to the bed and dumps me onto it.

Jace hovers on top of me. "For someone who's not my girlfriend, you're enjoying my mouth a fair bit today, doll."

"You're insanely fascinated with being my boyfriend, Jason.It's cute," I say, echoing his tone from earlier.

He chuckles, unlacing my boots. "I don't want to be your boyfriend." He kicks his shoes off, and shrugs off his letter jacket. "I want to be the first thing you see when you wake up. I want my cock inside you every night as you fall asleep. I wanteverything." Jason peels his shirt off and I stare at his sculpted frame. I think I drool. "Whatever label you need to put on it, I want you to understand you're mine, deep inside, so clearly you never need to question my intentions."

He's saying words, and they make me feel, but if I'm telling the truth, I don't really hear him, because my mouth is watering at the sheer sight of him.

I sit up, hands reaching out to him. I need to touch him, feel him.

“Oh, no.” He chuckles. “Not yet. When we touch, it tends to be over a little too quickly, and it occurred to me I've yet to see you naked. Time to remedy that."

"You're one to talk," I shoot back.

At least he’s had me half naked a time or two, while I’ve never so much as seen his torso before. Keeping those abs to himself was downright selfish.

I'm still fully dressed, wearing my duffle coat, so perhaps he has a point. I unzip it, and shed the blazer along with it, before opening the button of my shirt.

"You remember the first time I had you on a bed, Nadia?" He pauses. "The only time, really."

"How could I forget," I reply dryly.

He made me spread my legs and touch myself—then when I failed to do it properly, he took over. I was as scared and humiliated as I was turned on.

"How about a redo?" Jason unbuckles his belt, eyes locked on me.

I want to ask what he means, but I'm too fascinated by what he's doing as he lowers his pants and boxers. His upturned cock is already rock hard, pointing straight at me. He wraps his fist around the base and pumps it once. I think I whimper.

"A redo?" I don't recognize my voice at all, it's so breathy.

"I want to watch you again. And I want you to watch me."

I lift my hips and remove my skirt and tights so fucking fast.

Whatever else goes on between us, this part? The sex? It's right. Easy. Natural.

"My god, you're so beautiful." Devouring me with his eyes, he slowly pumps his cock, up and down, and up again. "Go on. Show me."

I wish I was better at masturbating. I wish I knew how to make it look as sexy as he does. I don't, so I do what comes to mind, what feels right. I run my left hand along my breasts through my lacy bra, and lower the right one to the edge of my panties, sliding underneath.

I've never been this sensitive while touching myself before. The slightest brush reverberates through my body, electrifying my insides. I moan.

"That's right, doll. Go on. Make yourself feel good for me."