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  He’d have her this way now, her body, her orgasms. And hope like hell she’d give him her heart and soul someday soon.

  She already owned his.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jace tongued her moist center with slow circles. She forgot her gentle massage in his hair and tightened her fingers, pulling at the roots. He only went at her harder, faster.

  “Oh God, Jace, you look so hot doing that.”

  He raised his head long enough to lock gazes with her.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged and guided him back.

  The sight of Jace, holding her still, his head between her legs, his black-clad shoulders against her naked skin was incredibly erotic. A fresh burst of moisture filled her. Taylor had never imagined how sensual the light could be.

  Jace made her feel beautiful. She preened for the mirror, arching her back, biting her lip, pinching her nipple. Heat shot down through her belly to her clitoris. She jerked against his mouth. He gripped her bottom harder, pushed deeper, then sucked her clitoris into his mouth in a rush of mind-blowing pleasure.

  Leaning her head against the wall, she watched herself in the mirror through half-closed lids. A woman on fire. A woman dazed. A woman taken completely by the man between her thighs.

  She raised her foot, stroking him with her calf until he let go with one hand and pulled her leg over his shoulder. Now fully open to him, he pushed two fingers into her. Her toes curled, she moaned, cried out, leaped to the sky, and closed her eyes.

  “Don’t ever stop, please don’t ever stop, God. Jace.” She panted and squirmed. He wouldn’t let her go, branding her with his mouth and his tongue, his fingers still inside her.

  Lou had never made her feel this way.

  Jace eased off, lapping at her lightly, keeping her close to the edge, hungry for more, but back in her own body.

  I want to fuck you. Over and over. Until you don’t ever want me to stop.

  It was the closest he would ever come to telling her how he felt about her. Taylor understood that. She’d learned that this morning, along with her own set of revelations. She rubbed his head, needing to feel him beneath her fingers. Then, her hands on his cheeks, she made him look at her. His eyes were dark pools, and his lips shone with her moisture. She bent to lick it off, then eased down on her knees between him and the wall, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

  Her own taste along with his lingered in her mouth. His heart beat next to hers, hard, fast, as if what he’d done had turned him inside out just as it had her. He freed the tangles she’d somehow gotten in her hair.

  “I’ll never stop. Not until you want me to.” His voice rumbled against her chest, her lips. She kissed his throat.

  She feared talk of the future, of his parents, of telling each other dreams they might never share together. She feared learning the real reasons he seemed to want her so badly. She had the boys, the family, and a life that included Jace in a role he’d played all his life. Not the role he’d played this week.

  Reaching between them to palm his erection, communicating with her touch, she put her worries and her ghosts aside. Until tomorrow. For tonight, she’d take this, Jace in her hands, her mouth, her body. “We shouldn’t stop yet.”

  Pulling back, he put his hand over hers, and together they brought him once more to hot, heavy breathing and rock hardness.

  “Let me handle the whole thing while you keep your clothes on.” She liked his black jeans and shirt next to her nakedness, the rasp of the rough material against bare skin that was unbearably sexy.

  Pushing him back to rest on his elbows, she undid his belt and popped the buttons, being sure to let her fingers brush him time and again.

  “Don’t make me come. I want to be inside you for that.”

  “Shh. We have all night.”

  She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and briefs, pulling them over his hips as he lifted slightly to make the job easier. His erection jumped free.

  He stroked himself. She batted his hand away. “Stop that. I get to do it all.”

  “You loved listening to me do it the other night.”

  She had, more than she’d ever thought she would. “I’d rather lick you myself.” She climbed between his legs, taking him in her hand.

  He pulled her hair off her face, fisting it into a ponytail. “Yeah. I like watching you do that, too. But one day, I want to stand at the foot of the bed while you make yourself come.”

  “That is so bad.” The idea turned her insides to jelly. “You’re messing with my concentration here.”

  He kept talking when she took the tip of his penis into her mouth and sucked. “It would be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Except when you dropped the towel.” He pushed gently on her head, and she slid down his length. “oh shit, that’s so damn good.” His hips rose, driving him deeper.

  He talked, a nonstop litany of compliments and curse words. Lou had never talked or laughed during sex. Jace turned it all into something about her, about the perfect feel of her hand at his base, the incredible swirl of her tongue, the absolute rightness of her sucking the tiny drop of semen from his slit.

  “I love watching you do that. Your lips are so red and so sweet. You’re so fucking good for me.”

  He moved her head, angled her, thrust up against her, drove harder as if he were making love to her mouth.

  “Jesus, Taylor, fuck.”

  His words, his sounds, his groans of pleasure made her body weep with need. When he began to throb in her mouth, when he was close to pumping himself into her, his hands on her head drove him as deep as he could go. She dug her fingernails into his sides, squeezed her thighs, and came at the moment he exploded.

  His body jerked, he shouted her name, and held her as she drank from him. When he was empty and she was full, he lay prone on the floor. She collapsed across his hips and rested her face on his belly. Gently stroking her hair, her cheek, her lips, he whispered words she couldn’t hear over the pounding of her own heart and the rush of air in and out of her lungs.

  She’d have stayed that way forever if the phone hadn’t rung.

  Lord, the kids. Calling to say good-night.

  Taylor jumped up, grabbed the towel and ran into the family room. Where on earth was it? She found the phone on the floor between the coffee table and the couch.

  “Hey, Mom, you sound out of breath.”

  “I was trying to find the phone because someone didn’t put it back in the cradle.” Half-truths came so easily now.

  “Jamey used it last.”

  Then she heard Jamey’s little voice in the background, “I did not, he did, Mom. Brian did it.”

  “Are you all having fun?”

  “Peter got a cool new PlayStation game. But Rina keeps wanting to play and messes everything up.”

  “Men have to learn tolerance around women, Brian.”

  “Uncle Jace always says that.”

  “Uncle Jace is right.”

  Uncle Jace came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist, then sucked on her neck.

  “What’s that noise, Mom?”

  “The phone’s crackling.” She wriggled against him, trying to get loose. Jace pulled the towel from her death grip and threw it across the couch.

  “Do you miss us?”

  “Of course, I miss you, sweetheart.”

  Jace cupped her breasts and tweaked both nipples. She almost squeaked.

  “What time are you picking us up in the morning?”

  “Noon. Don’t stay up too late.” They’d be up past midnight telling scary stories in Peter’s room.

  Jace slid both hands over her belly and between her legs.

  She bit her lip as Brian promised not to stay up too late.

  “Jamey wants to say good-night.”

  “All right, sweetheart. Sleep tight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She clamped her thighs on Jace’s questing hand and tried to elbow him.

  “Mom?” Jamey, her baby.

  “Hi, sweeti
e. Are you having fun?”

  “Girls suck, Mom.”

  “Jamey!” Where on earth had he heard that? “You don’t say that about girls.”

  Standing so close he could hear everything, Jace whispered in her other ear. “Girls do suck, Mom.”

  This time, her elbow connected.

  “I’m sorry, Mom,” Jamey muttered.

  “Promise you won’t say that again. Did you say it to Rina?”

  “No. Peter said it to Aunt Connie when Rina jumped in the middle of the checkerboard.”

  She tried not to laugh. Then Jace put his hand through her legs from behind to find her clitoris with unerring accuracy. Lord. “You didn’t promise, Jamey.”

  “I promise.”

  “Now say good-night, Mom,” Jace whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

  “Good-night, Jamey. I love you, honey. Bye.”

  Jace grabbed the phone and tossed it onto the couch. And didn’t miss a beat of his sweet massage between her legs.

  “You’re hot down here. And wet. Really, really wet.”

  “You’re terrible doing that to me when I’m talking to the kids.” God save her soul, she’d loved it, the play, the uniqueness of being touched in secret. Something totally apart from the boys. Something more than simply being their mother.

  “I’ll try to do better,” Jace said, then pushed his fingers up hard and fast inside her. She gasped, teetering on the edge.

  “Ready to fuck me, Taylor?”

  “I like it when you say the word fuck,” then felt her face heat after she said it.

  “Fuck.” Then he laughed, withdrew his fingers, turned her around, and pitched her backward onto the sofa, landing on top. “So you like dirty talk, huh?”

  She buried her face against his throat. “Yeah. Am I bad?”

  Bracing himself on his elbows above her, he held her face in his hands. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  Something broke loose inside her. “Fuck me, Jace. Hard.”

  His eyes were dark wells except for a single point of light from God knew where. “Christ, you make me so fucking hot and insane.”

  “Please fuck me now, Jace.”

  “You’re killing me, woman. Clothes on or off,” he murmured in her ear.

  “Off.” She wanted every inch of his skin against hers.

  “If it’s a no clothes affair, then we better take this in the bedroom where I can spread you out like a feast.” He rose, snuffed the candles, then led her down the hall to her bed.

  Lord. There were so many things they hadn’t felt and done yet. But they had all night. She wanted to savor every moment.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jace lay for long minutes before opening his eyes, savoring the feel of Taylor’s skin against his. Always getting out the night before, he’d never woken up beside a woman in the morning.

  Taylor was his first.

  Blue jays squawked in the front yard trees, and a squirrel or some other small animal scampered across the roof. Boneyard the cat mewled from the window ledge outside.

  “She always does that,” Taylor muttered. “My little alarm clock. What time is it?”

  An ache started above his eye, a stab of pain so real he had to shut his eyes against it until it quieted to a steady throb.

  Why did she always have to know what time it was?

  Because she was a mother. He’d always admired her mothering abilities, the way she used to hear Brian cry in his crib before anyone else did, the way she could ferret out their agonizing boyish secrets, then kiss the hurt away.

  “Kiss me good morning.” Kiss the hurt away.

  She looked at him, smiled, her lids at sleepy half-mast. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

  “Neither have I.”

  The kiss was delicious because it was her. Life was freaking worth living because he’d woken up beside Taylor this morning. Because he’d made love to her before falling asleep. Because her sweet tush pressed to his exceptionally hard cock in the middle of the night. Pulling her leg over his, he’d taken her from behind, slipping inside her before she was fully awake. She’d come, crying out loud enough to disturb the cat outside the window. Sleep again. Only to wake to her mouth sucking him and her hand priming his balls. He’d taken his fill of her once more as dawn broke through the window.

  Yet he wanted her again. Now.

  “Something’s up, Mr. Jackson.”

  Her hand billowed the covers as she found him.

  “Don’t you want to know what time it is?” His last word split in half by his groan.

  “I already looked. It’s eleven. We overslept. But I think we can manage a quickie before I have to pick up the boys.”

  “You’re a very organized woman.”

  “Why, thank you.” Then she grinned. “Now fuck me, Jace.”

  Last night, she’d said it right before her orgasm. Fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your mouth, and plain old fuck me. The woman had gone wild with the word.

  Nothing had ever made him hotter.

  He rolled her beneath him, then reached for the last condom on the side table.

  “I get to put it on this time.”

  “It’s tricky.” He dropped the packet onto her palm.

  Taylor wriggled from beneath him. “Get on your back.”

  He let her go at him. “If you don’t hurry, this won’t be a quickie.” Not quite true, because if she fondled him much longer, he’d lose it before he ever got inside her.

  She sighed. “Ah, I think I did a perfect job.”

  “Too fucking perfect.” Damn near close to combustible. “Now get on top of me.”

  He hoisted her aboard with his hand on her butt. Rising above him on her knees, she took him in her hand, then stroked his cock along the center of her slit.

  “Shit.” She was sizzling hot and creamy wet, and he wished to God he could have her without the condom. “Fuck me, Taylor.”

  Her chocolate-sweet eyes deepened to the color of rich liqueur. “You can’t say fuck in front of the kids.”

  “I’ve never said fuck in front of the kids.”

  “You can only say it to me.”

  “I promise. Anytime you want. Fuck me now, please.”

  Sliding him deep, she threw back her head and moaned as she settled. “Oh Jace. You feel so good. You make me want to come without even moving.” She flexed around him, heightening her own pleasure with her inner muscles.

  He damn near burst off the bed, pushing up into her, then grabbing her hips as he started to pump.

  Steadying herself on the bed, she matched the rhythm he started. He couldn’t hold it with her. She took him, turned him inside out, and brought him to the edge of orgasm in seconds.

  “Don’t ever stop wanting this.” He gritted his teeth around the words, held on long enough to say them.

  “I’ll never stop, Jace. Not ever. I promise.”

  And he lost everything he had, everything he was. Heart, soul, body, and mind as he poured himself into her, as she cried out his name when she came.

  He hadn’t quite caught his breath, but he managed to open his eyes when he felt her stretch. She arched, ran her hands through her hair, over her breasts. Then she smiled.

  “That was very, very good, Jace.”

  “Jesus Christ! What are you doing?”

  Taylor shrieked and dove beneath the covers, his cock popping free of her and flapping in the wind before he even thought to pull the sheet up.

  David stood in the doorway.

  The adrenaline high pumping through Jace’s veins set his skin on fire. “Why the hell didn’t you knock?”

  His brother’s lip curled. “I knocked. You were too busy screwing to hear me.”

  “Shut your damn mouth.”

  David shoved his hands through his hair and turned a circle in the doorway. “I can’t believe this.”

  Taylor hadn’t moved, but he heard her muffled breath, hard and fast, beneath the mound of bedclothes. He kne
w. Her worst nightmare. That someone would find out. Too soon. She wasn’t his yet. They needed time.

  He wanted to howl or beat the shit of his brother. “Get out, David.”

  His brother fisted his hands and marched two paces into the room. “I didn’t come here to bust up your little screwfest.”

  He’d kill him for that, smash him face first into the dirt.

  “Jamey’s hurt. Connie and Mitch took him to the hospital over in Bentonville. And we’ve all been trying to call Taylor, but her damn phone was busy.” The last ended in a shout.

  Taylor shot from her hiding place. “Jamey?”

  “Yeah. Mom.” David fairly snarled the word at her.

  She didn’t even flinch, her whole concentration on Jamey. “Is he okay? What’s wrong? What happened?”

  “He fell out of the big oak in Mitch’s backyard. I don’t know if he’s okay.”

  She clambered from the bed. Naked. Whispering, “Oh my God. Oh my God,” as she slammed drawers looking for her clothes. Panties, shirt, no bra, jeans. She dressed in front of them both without a thought, even as she cried. “Oh Lord. Oh Lord.”

  Jace couldn’t stand it. “Wait in the family room, David.”

  “Sure thing. Brother.” The same snarl on his lips. “In fact, I’ll meet you in the emergency room. After you clean up.”

  Then he was gone, and the front door slammed. A moment later, his tires squealed in the road.

  “Oh my God, Jace. What if he’s dead?” She flopped on the side of the bed, her sandals in her hand.

  Jace threw aside the sheet and pulled her to his chest. “He’ll be fine. Kids fall out of trees all the time.”

  Lou fell out of a tree and bled to death when he sliced open his femoral artery.

  She jerked out of his arms as if she’d had the very same thought. “I have to get to the hospital.”

  “Wait a minute and I’ll take you.”

  “I can’t wait. I need my purse.” She was out the bedroom door before he made it out of the goddamn bed.

  “You can’t drive like this.”

  The front door slammed for the second time that morning while he was still in the freaking hallway. Naked.