Page 93 of My Turn

“Jayce,” I pleaded.

He growled against me and combined with the curling of his fingers, it made heat explode inside of me. My pussy clamped down on his fingers and he stopped thrusting them, only using the tips to massage my g-spot. When I felt pressure inside of me, I had a moment of panic.

“Relax,” he breathed against me.

I closed my eyes and released the tension in my body. The feeling intensified to a point where I thought I might explode. He removed his fingers and liquid gushed out of me as a band of pleasure radiated across my core.

“Jayce,” I screamed.

He dipped his head further to taste me. His tongue on my sensitive skin was almost too much, but he held my thighs to keep me from squirming away. When my body finally relaxed, I felt like Jello. He crawled his way up to me, kissing my skin along the way. When he reached my mouth, he thrust his tongue inside, letting me taste what he’d done to me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

I smiled against his lips. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pulled it upward. He threw it to the ground and raised a brow.

“You don’t intend to steal my virginity, do you?”

With a dramatic roll of my eyes, I trailed my fingers over his chest. I’d seen him shirtless, but I’d never let myself fully appreciate the view. I tried to keep stray glances to a minimum lest I become enraptured like I was right now.

I touched the fox on his chest and my fingers trembled. Tracing the lines, I made my way to the tail. It rose higher than the body, curling slightly at the tip. It ended just above his collarbone, just a glimpse of the dark shape.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied quickly. When I tried to swallow, my throat felt too dry. “Will you hate me if I say that I need a breather?”

“Of course not. Just this once, though.” He flashed me a playful smile that made my stomach lurch. “I’m gonna make some tea.”

“That sounds incredible. I’ll just go clean up.”

He leaned down to kiss me, slow and sweet. When he stood, he looked uncertain. I smiled at him and his expression relaxed.I put my underwear on and headed into the bathroom while he went to the kitchen.

When I walked into the hallway, I heard him filling a kettle with water. I stopped at a door that I hadn’t ventured through before. I hated basements. They always held vile things. Ghosts, cursed objects, or a serial killer’s lair. The thought made me shudder as I carefully depressed the handle. There was a tiny creak.

Shaking my head, I shut the door. I didn’t want to go down there. There was no reason to. It was probably full of random shit he didn’t need. Demons were another possibility.

“Hey,” he said, making me jump.

Realizing I was still standing in front of the basement door, I took a step back. Jayce was at the entrance to the hallway, his face expressionless. I didn’t know why I felt like I’d been caught. My shoulders tensed when he started toward me.

Cupping either side of my face, he kissed the tip of my nose. “What’s wrong with you?”

“We’ll need a three-day weekend and a shrink to unpack that question.”

With a chuckle, he took my hand and led me to the kitchen. Gripping my waist, he lifted me onto the island. I shivered when the cold counter touched my bare skin. He ran his hands up my thighs, spreading his warmth. Everything else faded away as I wrapped my legs around his waist, tugging him as close as I could.

I reached up to touch his face. He leaned into me, closing his eyes, and he looked so content that I didn’t want to stop. My fingers trailed down his cheeks, then I brushed a thumb over his lower lip. His eyes opened and locked on mine. Not looking away, he took my thumb between his teeth and applied enough pressure to make me gasp.

He was so intense right now. The grip on my thighs was bruising and his eyes seemed brighter. My heart was beating too fast, not only from this excitement he’d awoken. There was a primal quality to his lust; it made me want to run, but mostly so that he could catch me.

As if he saw my intent, he moved his hand to my throat and used it to push me backward. The granite was cold while his skin was hot. He leaned over me and snagged my nipple with his teeth through my shirt. I lifted my legs so that I could put my heels on the edge of the counter. He released my neck and stared down at me. Only my underwear separated us and I wanted them gone, so I raised up a little to get them off.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he asked as he squeezed my thighs.

“Since this morning?”

His lips curved upward. My core throbbed at the sight. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was already dripping onto his nice wood floors.

“Since I saw you watching me on that field.”