One Day His (The Someday Series Book 2) (23 page)

This was going to be all about her.

Slowly, taking my time, stopping after each piece of clothing I removed to caress the bare skin I had just uncovered, I undressed Cat until she was wearing nothing at all. Even though this was not the first time I had seen her naked, I did feel like every time with Cat was the first time, in a way. It was kind of like a really great movie that you watch over and over, every single time, noticing something fresh and new that you had never seen before. Every single time I saw Cat’s beautiful body again, it was just like that—not only did it have the same erotic effect it’d had on me the first time I’d seen her, but I still noticed new and beautiful details each time that I had never seen in the past. Her body was just as complex and interesting as she was. Every curve held mysteries, every soft fold of flesh held wonders I would never get tired of sampling.

After I undressed Cat, I took my own clothes off. My instinct was to rush the process, strip off every piece of clothing in a frenzy of lust, and toss them aside with all the strength of the pent-up energy coiled inside my muscles. I didn’t do that though. I fought that impulse even though it took an incredible effort. I did not want to rush this, I wanted to enjoy every moment of this magical trance.

When I was just as naked as Cat was, I opened up the drawer in her nightstand table and removed one of the condom packages I had tossed in there the first night we got here. Cat’s gaze never left mine as I took my heavy, pulsing cock in my hand and rolled the condom onto my hard shaft. She absently licked her lips and I felt myself smile. I loved how much Cat wanted me.

Slowly, she spread her legs, revealing her perfect pussy, which was glistening with arousal. I realized that she thought I was ready to push myself inside her at that moment, but that was definitely not the case. There were a lot of things I wanted to do to that beautiful body before we got to that point—I just didn’t want to have to break the rhythm to put on a condom then. I might not have been a Boy Scout, but I was a Marine—always prepared.

After brushing her hair off her shoulders, revealing her full, bare breasts, I wrapped my fingers around her upper arms and gently pressed her back until she was lying flat on the bed. Then, as I hovered above her, I began to softly run my fingertips over every inch of her soft, caramel skin. I loved the way she got goose bumps wherever my fingertips touched her, as if her skin were water and my fingers were leaving a wake behind them. I ran my fingers over her taut belly, which shivered beneath my touch… over her perky breasts, which heaved, begging for attention… over her elegant neck and shoulders as she tilted her head to give me total access… over her graceful arms… over her long legs… and up her smooth thighs and over her damp mound.

By the time I finally got there, every muscle in her body was trembling. She was gasping for breath, and she had flung her arms above her head and grasped her headboard for dear life.

I ran my fingers over her silky wetness, spreading her juices along her soft lips, loving the way it felt—so hot, so slick, so sweet. I chanced speaking, just because I couldn’t help but say, “God, Cat, I love it when I touch you and you’re already wet. It turns me on so fucking much.”

“I’m always wet around you,” she gasped. “It would be impossible for you to touch me and me not to be wet, because every time you and I are in the same room, I’m wet.”

I knew she wasn’t intentionally trying to talk dirty to me, but that made it even hotter. She was just telling the truth. And it drove me crazy with desperation.

I just couldn’t wait for one more second.

I climbed up on the bed and spread her legs farther apart with my knees.

“Jace,” she breathed eagerly, “I need to feel you inside me. Now.”

I was more than happy to oblige. Positioning myself at her entrance, I lowered myself down so that we were face to face, her breath fanning my cheek as she let out a needy sigh—moving my hips in one swift movement, I thrust inside her. Hard.

Cat

T
he moment Jace
entered me, it felt like a rocket launched inside of me, causing a million little explosions with the force of his movement. He began a steady rhythm; driving into and then pulling out of me in strong measured strokes, creating a friction that set off every single nerve ending inside of my inner walls. Sensations sped from the source of my pleasure up through my belly and chest and out through my arms and legs, all the way to my fingers and toes and the top of my head, all within an instant—and then a new wave of pleasure started rushing its way through my body before I had even completely recovered from the last.

The best part about it all—the absolute best part—was the way that Jace was maintaining iron-strong eye contact through the whole thing. It was like he was trying to hypnotize me with the power of his forceful gaze. If that was his intent, it was working. I certainly felt mesmerized. In fact, I felt like we were in a bubble that only contained the two of us. I wasn’t thinking about the fact that we were in Southern California. In Malibu. In my mother’s house. I wasn’t thinking about the fact that we were in my bedroom. The only thing I was aware of was that I was there with Jace and that he was inside me, making me feel sensations that were more powerful and more pleasurable than I ever could have dreamed.

I reached out to touch him, to caress his face, but he wrapped his hands around my wrists and pinned them above my head. A tremor of pleasure rippled through me as his fingers tightened their grip—his deep blue eyes never leaving mine.

I never wanted this to stop. I wanted to stay like this forever. Jace above me. Making love to me as he held me in place and filled me completely. I felt like our bodies were two halves of a puzzle that could only ever be whole and fulfilled when we were fitted together, the way we’d been created to be. The way we were meant to be. Every time he entered me, I never wanted him to leave—but this time, that was especially true.

Our connection was more powerful than it had ever been. As he made love to me, it was as if there was a physical bond being formed between us in addition to the emotional and spiritual one. Like there was a gossamer thread being woven between our two hearts and that, every single time Jace entered me and caused pleasure to rocket through my body, the thread was just a little bit stronger. Just a little bit more unbreakable.

I wanted to say all of this to him. I wanted to open my mouth and let all of my feelings come tumbling out in the most elegant prose I could muster. I wanted to choose words that would completely capture my feelings and deliver them in perfect form directly to Jace’s heart so that he could feel exactly what I was feeling. I wanted to be able to pull words and phrases out of the air that would cause what I was feeling to take a physical form that could be pressed into Jace’s soul so that he could feel all the love I was feeling. So that he would know that I cared about him so deeply, that it was like he was a part of me. I didn’t know how to convey it, but I wanted to. More than anything in the world.

“I love you!” I gasped. It was all I could manage. Emotion welled up inside of me, cresting to a fever pitch, and when I opened my mouth to let all of that intense feeling come rushing out, the only thing I could think to say was, “I love you.”

It was so inadequate compared to the sonnets I felt compelled to utter in that moment. I didn’t think there was any way that my simple but heartfelt declaration could possibly describe the depth of what I was feeling. Still, it seemed that the message did get across to him because he planted several sweet kisses on my lips as he continued to make love to me, his eyes still capturing mine.

Then he replied in a low and rasping tone, “I love you, too, Cat. More than you know.”

A deep groan vibrated from his mouth and he released my hands. Needing to touch him and wanting to be as close as I could possibly get to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and snaked my legs around his waist, pulling him to me as he moved inside of me. I clung to him, afraid to let go. Even though I knew that I had him back now, he was safe, and he was in my arms, there was still a part of me that felt the terror from earlier of not knowing where he was or if he was hurting himself. That part of me needed to hold on to him as tight as I could and never let him go. I wondered if that part of me would ever relax and accept that he was safe, now that he was here with me. Or would there always be a small corner of my mind, and my heart, that would need to hold on to him all the time and never let him go?

My hips rocked up to meet his. I reveled in the feeling of his muscled abs moving against my belly, his strong chest moving against my breasts. Goosebumps broke out from the heat of his warm breath panting in my ear. I shivered as it moved my hair and made my skin tingle. My body melted into the strength of Jace’s arms as he pulled me against him, holding me powerfully, but gingerly, at the same time. It was a fantastic metaphor for how Jace was with me always and why I felt so safe with him. He was the perfect paradox—strong and powerful when it came to protecting me and keeping me safe, but sweet and gentle when it came to taking care of me and loving me.

Jace was the very definition of love.

I needed to feel him even closer to me if that was possible. Logically, I knew that I was already pressed up against him, along every inch of my body. That there were no clothes separating us. That he was inside me, even! Yet I was overwhelmed with the need—not the wish, not the want, not even the desire, but the
need
—to be even closer to him. I felt like I would burst if I couldn’t figure out a way.

As if sensing my need, Jace brushed his lips against mine and teased his tongue into my mouth. A moan escaped from the back of my throat as he kissed me deeply and passionately, opening my mouth against his and inviting him to plunge his tongue inside. I wanted him to be penetrating my mouth with his kiss at the same time that he was penetrating my body with his hard length. This was how I wanted to come—while clinging to him as he held me tight and claimed my mouth with a hungry urgency, all the while moving forcefully and plunging inside of me.

I began to writhe as I felt the orgasm start to build from deep within my belly. With every powerful thrust, my clit was being massaged by his shaft and his belly, and the combination of that friction against my sensitive nub and the wonderful sensation of Jace’s thick, steel-hard erection pumping in and out of me over and over again caused a powerful climax to gather inside me. Although I felt a fleeting sensation of disappointment that the encounter was going to be over so soon, that was quickly overcome by the all-consuming need to share this powerful experience with Jace—to cling to him, to climax with him, to really and truly become one with him.

The orgasm tore through me with the force of a hurricane or tornado, picking up the pieces of my consciousness as if they were featherlight and flinging them to the ends of the universe. Bright, sparkly lights exploded behind my eyes and spasms clenched my entire body as though it were one giant muscle. I clung to Jace like I was drowning and he was a life raft, like he was the only thing on this Earth that was anchoring me to sanity and stability, while my mind spun out under the power of sheer sensation.

In that moment, I understood the power that incredible sex could have over people. I had never fully grasped before why some people would go to the lengths they would in order to hang on to someone they were in a relationship with—or to get into a relationship in the first place with someone they were insanely attracted to. I had grown up seeing the lengths my mother would go to in order to manipulate someone of the opposite sex and I had always found it pathetic. However, now, after having experienced this insanely incredible connection with Jace, I knew that I would do almost anything not to lose it. Nothing would stand in my way when it came to keeping him. Not my mother, not Natalya—not anything.

As my vision started to clear and the fractured pieces of my awareness began to fall slowly back into their proper places, I realized that Jace was softly kissing my neck while I made the return trip back down to Earth. I shuddered from aftershocks as he stroked my hair while his lips peppered kisses along my jaw.

“Careful. That’s how all of this got started.” I could already feel my arousal beginning to stir. Would I ever get enough of Jace? I should be thoroughly sated by now.

Jace looked up at me with a playful expression. “What makes you think we’re finished?”

My lips pulled up in a grin. “We’re not?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Only giving you one orgasm would bring down my batting average. I can’t let that happen.”

I laughed again and settled back on the pillows, feeling more happiness than I ever thought was possible. My entire body was infused with a light air than I hadn’t experienced since we’d arrived here. These last few days, or I guess weeks, really had been hell, but Jace and I were stronger now. I knew that if we could make it through Natalya, through my mother, through our pasts, we could face anything in the future. I felt light and almost giddy at that thought.

“Well, it’s kind of hard to argue with that logic. In fact, I’m not even going to try.”

His patented bad-boy grin appeared on his face, making my heart skip a beat as he resumed the kisses he was trailing down my neck and chest; and then, he reached up to cup my breasts as he took my hard peaks into his mouth.

There might not be anything better than Jace kissing, sucking, and even biting my body. Even though I wouldn’t have thought it possible so soon after I had experienced such a powerful climax, I felt myself getting heated with arousal once again. My nipples sprang to life inside Jace’s hot mouth and under the attention of his flicking tongue. Arousal built, starting low in my belly, and the tightness and ache of wetness began in my still-sore and pulsing center.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathed. “How is it possible for you to make me want you again this badly after I just had you only a few seconds ago?”