All Good Things (20 page)

"Take off your panties, Angel." Jace commanded, breaking through my haze of self-inflicted passion.

I smiled and raised a brow. He was getting impatient. Oh, my, my. Did I really have so much of an affect on him?

Without breaking from my dance, I moved my hands over my stomach slowly and slipped my fingers into the lace of my panties, hooking the material and pulling it slowly over my hips, baring myself to him completely. I let go of all reservations and dipped my body low, spreading my legs to him before slowly closing them and rising to resume my slow dance of desire.

Jace's hands twitched at his side and his jaw clenched. "Come here to the ledge." He growled huskily. I complied. "Sit down with your butt here," he tapped the countertop in front of him. I complied again, eager to please him. The counter was cold on my bottom, but I didn't care. The rest of me was scorching. "Lean back on the counter and spread your legs for me." Again, I acted immediately on his command. Jace bent and wrapped both hands around my ankles before bringing them up to the ledge of the counter.

He dipped his head, flicking his tongue at my aching clit as I sat completely bared to him. I was entirely at his mercy as a bolt of pleasure shot through my body in heated waves at his lapping tongue. "You are so fucking wet for me." His husky voice met my ears from between my legs and I moaned in response. "You taste so good, Angel." His tongue darted between my folds, teasing my core as the tip of his nose continued to stimulate the bundle of nerves at the apex. His hands were still possessively wrapped around my ankles, holding them in place and me wide open for his taking.

Pressure built up within me until I thought I would explode. "Jace," I begged.

"Yes, Angel." His words vibrated against me as he continued to press his tongue inside me. "Tell me what you want."

"You, Jace." I moaned, rolling my head back against the granite. "I want you inside me...now."

Jace pulled his tongue away from my sensitive, throbbing place and kissed the inside of my thighs. He released his hold on my ankles and I heard his hands go to work on releasing him from his tented pants.

"Lean up on your elbows, Angel." Jace spoke gruffly. "I want you to watch me possess your body."

Oh...my...goodness...yes.

I moved up on my elbows and my eyes widened again as I took in the view before me. This man was truly beautiful. He was hard as steel, and covered in silky smooth skin the color of spun gold. He was perfect.

Jace's eyes were on my face as he placed the tip of his penis against my throbbing crease. He held the base with his hands as he slid it up to my clitoris and back down over my hot core, and then further still, to my butt. I squirmed and his free hand moved to my hip, holding me in place as he ran the tip of his penis back up over my warmth.

"I will take your ass, Angel." His penis moved back down and my eyes widened. "Not now, but I will. I will have you in every way. I will possess you completely, do you understand?"

My heart raced. Oh God, I had no idea what I was getting into. I looked up to meet his eyes. "Yes, Sir."

"Look back down. I want you to watch me take you, Angel. I want you to watch me fill you." With those words, he paused with the tip of his penis at the crevice of my hot, wet opening. Slowly, he shifted his hips and the tip of him punctured me. I gasped and tightened at his delicious invasion. He pulled out fractionally. "Have I hurt you?" Concern tainted his words.

"No," I whispered. "More please. I want more."

"So greedy." I could hear the grin in his voice, but I couldn't take my eyes off him partly immersed within me. Without warning, he slammed himself into me and froze. I cried out loudly and slammed my eyes shut as searing pain transformed into decadent pleasure. "Look at us, Angel. Do you see how good we fit together?"

I opened my eyes and looked at our connection. Skin against skin. I wished he was naked with me. I wanted to see him bared to me as I was to him, but I would settle for what I had. Jace shifted, rolled his hips and then pulled out of me before slamming back in. He settled into a delicious rhythm that rocked my body, soul and my world. In and out, he plunged, as pressure grew until I was strung tight as a bow about to be released. I watched our bodies move together the entire time, but I knew Jace watched my face. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me. "Look into my eyes, Angel." Jace whispered as he rocked into me again and again. "I want to see you come."

I looked up at him, obligingly, as my insides tightened around him. My orgasm pulled a deep-rooted quiver from a foreign place inside me. I cried out as I stared into his eyes as I came undone around him. I cried out his name as he darted inside me once again before stilling, emptying himself inside me. He bent at the waist still inside me and claimed my mouth with his, kissing me for the first time tonight. It was soul searching...and soul finding. Connecting with him like this could not be rivaled. I had a feeling every time Jace took me, I would, both find, and lose, a little piece of myself.

Jace pulled away from me, slipping from between my folds to tuck himself back in his pants. I sat up on the edge of the counter as he leaned over to pull the contract down beside me. "I'm held by so many barriers I cannot cross, for my protection, and also yours, until you sign this."

I glanced up into his hopeful blue eyes. I could not disappoint. I checked to see he had crossed out, and initialized the fact that I didn't want a bodyguard, before I initialed beside his and signed the paper.

I picked it up off the counter and handed it to him. I had nothing to lose and no one to hold me back from happiness except myself. "I'm all yours."

Jace eyed my naked body, and somehow, his pants tented once again. How he was hard and ready again, I would never know. "I can see that. I can't wait to show you what being mine entails."

Chapter 13

I fought a shiver as I watched Jace walk, fully dressed, across the expanse of his penthouse with the contract clutched tightly in his grasp. When he disappeared into his office and shut the door behind him, I slid off the counter and quickly dressed myself. My fingers shook, as I fastened the clip on the back of my bra before sliding the straps of my dress onto my shoulders.

I just signed a binding contract that was, so completely intense, it left me with little control over my body, sexually or otherwise. What had I been thinking? Oh, right...I hadn't. I had been sated by sex. But, it was not just any sex. It was sex with Jace Rush and I was pretty sure it didn't get any better or any hotter. But, none-the-less, I had signed a contract that enabled a man to control me...completely. How was I supposed to go on living my life? And, why on earth did it excite me...the fact that Jace Rush, of all people, held a control over me no man had ever held or would ever hold again?

"I didn't tell you to get dressed." Jace said gruffly. He closed the door of his office behind him and walked toward me with hot blue eyes.

"You want me to be naked?" I squeaked. I felt the sudden need to curl into myself and hide from him.

His brow quirked, "I always want you naked, Olivia."

"Oh," I breathed. My fingers trembled with the sudden desire to tear my clothing from my body, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do...or what he wanted me to do. So instead of undressing, I stood still in front of him, waiting for his command.

I couldn't believe this was the girl I had become. I was waiting for a man to tell me when, and if, he wanted me to strip for him. I never thought I would be this girl...but, I had to admit there was a part of me that was liberated by giving Jace control. Giving up the rights to my body had never been something I would look at as liberating, but it was.

"Ever defiant." Jace smiled at my confusion as he ran a knuckle over my cheek. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dinner? He was thinking about food? Seriously! "Um, I don't want food."

His eyes flashed. "What do you want?"

"You." I whispered. I tried and failed to fight the blush that crept up my neck.

"You are insatiable." The corner of his lip twitched in the beginning of a grin I knew would melt my heart. "But, you need to eat something. Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

My heart rushed in my chest. "It will?"

He nodded and the promise in his eyes confirmed his words. "Yes, Olivia. It will."

I breathed heavily. I felt close to panting and I hoped he didn't notice. "In that case, I will have whatever you're having."

"I was going to make cob salad."

I felt my brows raise in surprise. "You can cook?"

"I'm not incompetent, Olivia." He frowned. "I know how to feed myself."

I blushed. "I didn't mean it like that, Jace."

He cocked his head, amusement alight in his blue eyes. "How exactly did you mean it?"

"I didn't think you would bother to learn how to cook. I just assumed you would have someone here to do it for you." I couldn't help but remember my parent's cook. My family did not have near as much money as Jace had, but we had a cook, and a maid, and a nanny. I highly doubted my mother even knew what a spatula was. She had been born into privilege and she had married into it. She never had to live without, and didn't know how to live apart from excess. I had just assumed, Jace being so obviously above wealthy, would have a personal cook.

He nodded as though my reasoning would make sense. "I employ a maid Monday through Friday. Mrs. Clark does not spend her evenings here, but she is usually here in the morning. She cooks me breakfast, but apart from breakfast, I tend to fend for myself. I like it that way."

"Will I meet Mrs. Clark?" I asked.

"If you stay the night tonight, I suppose you will meet her in the morning." Jace replied.

I didn't miss the 'if you stay the night tonight'. What did that even mean? Did he not want me to stay with him? And, if he didn't...when was I supposed to go? Did I just wait for his dismissal? I glared at the closed door of his office, wondering for a moment, if I made a break for the door, if I would get there before Jace, and if ,by some miracle, he didn't catch me, would I be able to locate the damning contract and burn it so there was nothing left but ash?

Jace caught my chin in his grasp, forcing me to meet his eyes. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." I forced my eyes to remain on his as I lied.

"You're lying." He accused, regardless of my efforts. "Tell me."

I bristled. "I did not sign away the rights to my thoughts when I signed the rights to my body."

Jace's hand moved so quickly from my chin to the nape of my neck. His fingers curled into my hair, as his other hand moved immediately to possessively grip my hip. He stepped into me, holding my body in place, as he dipped his head down to mine. His lips grazed mine as his thumb pressed against my hipbone. I closed my eyes, savoring his nearness. His scent enveloped me and I breathed him in.

"Is that what you think you did?" His words were gritted. "You think you signed the rights to your body over to me?"

"Didn't I?" I whispered against his lips. I tried to concentrate on our conversation, but the feeling of his fingers weaving in my hair, and the taste of his breath on my lips intoxicated my senses.

"I would never ask for you to do something like that, Olivia." He said. "I only want your permission to provide you with protection, if need be. I want your acceptance to try new things with me sexually, and I will admit, Olivia, I do want to test your sexual boundaries. I want to push you past your comforts in the hopes of providing you and myself pleasure, but I never, ever, want you to feel as though you do not have the right to deny me or to say you want me to stop. I never want you to feel as though you have no identity apart from me, and, I certainly, do not want you to resent me."

Wow. The way he spoke made me feel as though he was speaking from experience. The thought made my skin tighten and my stomach roll with jealousy. I disliked the idea of him binding any other woman to him.

"I do not resent you." I spoke softly.

"It sounds as though you are already starting to resent me." He quipped. "The fact that you threw the contract into the conversation when I asked for your thoughts tells me you are trying to hold onto your identity. You feel helpless. If you didn't feel helpless, it never would have occurred to you to use the content of the contract as a means to protect yourself."

He was right. I shook my head, trying to shove myself from his grasp, but he refused to let me go. He rested his forehead against mine and breathed me in as I struggled to untangle myself from him. "Please, let me go." I tried to hold onto my humility as I pushed at his chest in a futile attempt to isolate myself. "I'm sorry."

"I want you, Olivia." Jace whispered. "I have never wanted anyone the way I want you." I stopped struggling. I went weak in his arms as he rubbed the back of my neck with the pad of his thumb. "I don't want you to fight me, Angel. I want you to accept me. I want you to let me in, and I won't lie, I want you to be mine."

My heart thrashed and my stomach flipped. God, how I wanted to be his...I really did. But, I was fully aware the way Jace wanted me was not the only way I wanted to be his. He wanted my body and my desire, but I wanted to be his...completely. In the grand scheme of things, those two desires were very different. They were polar opposites. Jace had made it clear he didn't do relationships, and love was out of the question. I had to keep myself in check and my emotions reigned in, because, Jace possessed the capacity to be my undoing. He held the power to devastate me and destroy me. I understood, and was aware of the power he held. It was the only advantage I had in this situation. I had to find a way to keep my emotions separate from the physical aspect of this relationship. I knew enough from Trisha, and the abundance of romance novels I read, men had a different look on relationships then women. Where women saw the physical as a declaration of love and feeling, men saw it for what it was. Sex. Good...great sex. But, none-the-less, it was just sex. I had to keep that in mind because if I didn't, I was sure I would lose everything in the gamble for Jace Rush. I had too much to lose.