Deadly Desire (29 page)

“Not until I say so,” he said, eyes flickering with heat. “Take off your bra and thong.”

Trembling, Carrie unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, her nipples going hard when the air hit her breasts. She pushed her thong down her thighs, stepping out of them and leaning back against the wall. Her chest heaved as her breath grew shorter, standing there exposed in front of Jace as he raked his eyes across every inch of her body.

She wanted him. She needed him. If he didn’t take her now, she would scream. But, she knew Jace’s game, and this is how he liked to play. The more she begged, the more he would tease. He was the one in charge here, and the thought of it made her even wetter than she already was.

His hand found her breast, a soft caress until he squeezed tight. She cried out, both in agony and in pleasure, her nipples hard and swollen under his touch. With Jace, it wasn’t just pleasure or pain. It was both. Her screams seemed to excite him as he took off his belt and dropped his suit pants to the floor. His erection bulged in his boxer briefs, tantalizing her, driving the need to have his cock thrusting deep inside her.

He leaned down and teased her nipple with his tongue. She dropped her head against the wall and moaned, reaching out to twist her hands in his hair. Jace laughed, and his breath tickled her hot skin. He pulled back and held her wrists with his fingers, pressing her arms against the wall.

“Eager, are we?” he murmured as he moved his mouth down Carrie’s stomach, pausing once he reached the sex between her thighs. His mouth brushed against her skin, licking her, tasting her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling body. She gasped and pushed her hands against the slick wall, digging her fingernails into the stone.

“I love the way you taste,” Jace murmured as he moved back up her stomach, leaving her aching for more. He kissed her nipple, kissed her neck, kissed her ear. Reaching his arms around her, he hauled her from the floor and tickled her skin with his tongue.

“Do you want me?” Jace asked. A question this time, not a demand. Carrie opened her eyes and looked into his, spreading her legs as she wrapped her thighs around him. The fire and passion were still there in his expression, but his face held a spark of something else. Something more.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more,” Carrie whispered.

Jace sighed against her, squeezing her thighs with his strong hands. He pushed inside her slowly, inch by exquisite inch. She let go, of all the fear, of all the doubt, of all the pain, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation of being completely his without any other thoughts trying to crowd into the way. After all this time, he still wanted her, and she couldn’t stop herself from giving into what she knew she’d wanted all these years. To finally have him back in her arms, to be as close to him as she possibly could, to let him take control and claim her as his.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed inside her once again. Her back slid against the wall as he began to thrust harder, but his arms held her tight against his chest. As they wrapped themselves around each other, Carrie felt as if they’d become one body, moving in rhythm as their need for each other increased with each passing beat.

She shook in his arms, pleasure building up inside her. Jace groaned as she tightened around him, and he took her mouth in his as she crested the top, shuddering as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her arms and legs tightened around Jace as he followed in her wake.

Panting, he dropped his head forward against the wall. Carrie went weak, her grip on his shoulders loosening, but he kept a tight hold around her body and didn’t let her fall. He turned away from the wall and carried her across the loft, and she let her head drop onto his shoulder as her eyelids fluttered shut.

For the first time in a long time, Carrie felt as if she were exactly where she needed to be. In Jace’s arms.

The next morning, Carrie awoke to the alluring scent of coffee beans. She twisted on the silk sheets to see she was alone in the bed, but the sound of clanking dishes told her exactly where Jace had gone.

She smiled and pressed her hand over her mouth. Last night had been better than she’d ever hoped it could be. And now, he was making her breakfast. By the smells wafting toward her, she thought it might even be her favorite. Poached eggs and toast.

Rolling over, she grabbed her phone from the bedside table where Jace had left it for her to find, along with the roses he’d put into a glass vase. She couldn’t believe he’d bought her flowers. He’d never done it before, not even in college.

Carrie smiled as she went through her phone notifications, but it looked like she hadn’t missed anything important. She quickly glanced through the news, a morning habit she’d taken up since getting the job at the firm. A headline caught her eye and she frowned, clicking the link to read the whole story.

She sucked in her breath when she read the words. A murder on Fifty-Seventh Street. A break-in last night. A girl found dead not long after she’d called Jace.

A girl named…Madison Holland.

**** End of Body of Proof ****