Mr. Wham Bam (4 page)

Jace moved into the room, a tray in his hands bearing a cup of Earl Grey, a small glass of orange juice, a croissant, and a bottle of Tylenol, while a look of concern floated across his face. He eyed her, and she was sure he saw she’d been about to flee. A smirk coasted over his lips, and he stepped in farther and deposited the tray on the dresser closest to the door.

“Leaving so soon?” One of his gorgeous eyebrows rose as he looked down to see her shoes on her feet.

“I really need to get home.” The lie sounded as flat and insincere as it was.

“But we never got a chance to finish what we started last night.” Jace stepped forward as he spoke, crowding her at the end of the bed.

Kenzie had nowhere to go without making it obvious she was running away. She’d have to dart to one side or the other, or do a gangly swan dive over the bed, which she was fairly certain she couldn’t do in her tight dress and heels, well, not without falling flat on her face and making the morning all the more horrid. She still couldn’t look into his eyes for more than a brief moment, embarrassed over the things she’d suggested they do the night before.

Nice boys really were better for her. They didn’t make her feel so uncomfortable and self-aware. Dangerous ones like Jace scared her too much. Her heartbeat flared once more, the rhythmic pulsing in her ears making her breath shallow. He was too sexy, too masculine, and too close. She needed to get out before he pushed her into doing something she didn’t want to do.

Liar. You know you want to do it. You just don’t want to admit you want it.

He had his opportunity and chose not to take it. As she’d told him last night, her proposal was a limited-time offer. It wasn’t her fault he hadn’t snatched up the chance when he had it.

“Why didn’t you have sex with me last night?” The question popped out from around her normal filter. Maybe it was too hungover to work.

A smile played on his lips. He really was too good-looking. She eyed him, her gaze going from his face, down to his chest, and further to his bare feet. Hell, even his feet were sexy. It wasn’t fair.

“I like my women willing.”

“I was willing.”

“
Was
seems to be the operative word, hmm? You’re already feeling regret, and we didn’t even do anything.” His eyes sought hers and wouldn’t allow her to look away. “Why do you feel the need to rush off? Am I only attractive when you’re drunk?”

“I knew you’d be easy.” She cringed after the words popped out. Ire flared in his eyes as her sluggish mind raced to find the right apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

*

Easy?
She thought he was easy. Anger rippled through him, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the fact she thought that of him or how close to being right she really was.

Apparently, she’s heard about my reputation. No wonder she’d been so aloof as I’ve tried a rusty hand at wooing her.

Wooing?
He’d never used that particular word. Ever. Didn’t even realize it was in his vocabulary. There had always been women in and out of his life. Kensington was the first one he thought had a chance of staying any length of time. Here he was trying to actually make nice with a girl, one he truly wanted to get to know better, and he was failing miserably. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for relationships.
Easy.
He was anything but easy, and perhaps he needed to show her just how hard he could be.

“You’re sorry, hmm? Well, I think you need to apologize a little better than that.” He gripped both of her wrists and pulled her close to him, his cock coming to life as her body melted into his for a brief moment.

She soon collected herself and stiffened, pulling away from him.

He wouldn’t be refused though. She’d offered him the use of her body last night, drunk or not. He knew Kensington had wanted him, and he was about to collect on her offer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her vivid hazel eyes opened wide, her look incredulous. “Let me go!”

Kensington’s body arched into his as she struggled to remove her wrists from his hands. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against his bare chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but in the light of day, she wouldn’t admit it. He needed to push her to the admission. He needed her to say she wanted him, now, without a clever excuse for her behavior.

Kensington shuddered in his embrace, and he lowered his lips to hers in a flash, catching her unaware. Again, she melted into his touch before fighting it off. She pulled away from his lips, but he gave chase, pushing closer to make her taste his hunger. Her arms were trapped between their bodies, his grip strong, but he hoped not too strong. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, only demand she admit what she really wanted. A moan escaped her, and she pulled back, her face flaming.

“You just said you wanted a woman who was willing.” Her lips quivered with need as she spoke the words.

“Are you honestly going to tell me you aren’t willing?”

Instead of awaiting her answer, he captured her lips once more. After struggling a few more moments, she finally began to soften slightly to his mouth, his tongue gaining entry. He swept through the heat of her, tasting the slight antiseptic of his mouthwash. Pushing her back, he knew she had nowhere to go but down to the mattress behind her knees. He followed down with her as she fell, covering her soft body with his.

Using his bulk to hold her arms in place, he gathered her face in his hands, guiding the explorative kiss. He felt her moan into his mouth, the sensation one of surrender on her part, victory on his. The battle was not quite won yet, but he knew her compliance now spoke volumes. As long as her head didn’t get in the way, he could show her all the things he’d wanted to do to her last night.

Jace pulled up to his knees as he threaded his arm under her ass, lifting her off the bed. Pushing forward, he moved them fully onto the mattress, his lips never leaving hers. He didn’t want her to think about how wrong their fucking could potentially be. It wasn’t wrong. He instinctively knew this one would be oh so right. He’d never felt the desire that swamped him now. Never. Kensington was a fever in his blood, and he had to have her. He’d figure out how to make it work, somehow, because once he had her, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her go.

Jace’s fingers entwined in the silk panties she wore as he pushed her dress up over her hips. He ripped the fabric from her, his need to touch her overwhelming his senses and his normal cool demeanor. He spread her knees wide with his hips and speared a finger through her wet labia, gathering her juices and spreading them over her clit. He then rounded his thumb over the nub, circling it as his kiss deepened into possession.

Kensington moaned into his mouth once more and then trembled as he slid his forefinger into her heated pussy. Her hips lifted off the bed, her back arching, as she cried out into his mouth. He swallowed her lust, devoured it. Her tongue began to war with his, teasing and licking him in return. She slowed her hands and stopped fighting, and he relaxed his hold on them. She lifted those hands and then began a slow climb up his bare chest and shoulders before wrapping them around his neck, pulling him in even closer to her mouth.

Before ever touching her body, he knew one night would never be enough. She had already reduced him to forcing himself on her, something he’d never done to another. Women were always quite willing to spread their legs for him. Thankfully, she hadn’t seen just how far he’d go to have her. Now, she was softening, a willing wanton, a fire in the middle of his bed, demanding him to stoke the flames.

Jace could only think of having her as his own. He wanted to mark her as his for every other male to see, to know to leave her be. The woman brought out an animal instinct in him, and it made him reel for a moment. He pulled back, releasing her lips, to gaze at her face.

She stared up at him, a question floating on her expression.

“I want you, Kensington, more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, but I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He braced himself for her denial, knowing that if she truly wanted off the bed, he would allow her. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”

Her eyes hooded as she looked at him, no words on her lips.

“I almost hate myself for it, but I do. I want you.”

Hate?
Hate was such a deep-seated emotion, on the opposite end of the spectrum from where he wanted her to be. Love? Not quite. Love was another word not in his vocabulary, but he did want her affections, not her wrath. He would have to fight for her respect and trust, prove he was worthy of those things by his action. He was struck immobile for a moment as he realized he was willing to do just that.

Jace was going to prove that he was worth her heart.

*

Kenzie watched as a myriad of emotions coasted over Jace’s face while he gazed upon hers. The anger she’d felt when he’d pulled her close, imposing himself upon her, had quickly turned to lust under his skillful lips. But when he’d pulled back, asking her permission, at first it struck her as ironic, considering he’d forced the seduction.

But then, it made her soften.

Jace had lain with her as she was passed out in his bed. If he’d wanted to force himself, he’d have had no problem having her last night with no fight. But he hadn’t. He’d even pulled away from her before she’d passed out, claiming he wanted her sober, conscious, and completely willing, without the need for alcohol. Perhaps he didn’t completely deserve his bad reputation.

And she did want him, with a fervor she’d never felt before with any of the good guys who’d been in her life. She had been willing to make a mistake last night. In the light of day, she still wanted him just as much. Kenzie wanted to taste a little bad boy. Perhaps she’d walk away a little changed, but change wasn’t always a bad thing.

Jace stood and began to remove his pants. She sat up to watch him, fascinated. He gingerly moved his fingers over the buttons and zipper, slowly removing the material so she could see the heavy cock she’d felt against her. As she stared intently, she shimmied out of her dress and removed her bra, throwing them both to the floor at his feet like a gauntlet, letting him know she agreed to everything that was about to happen.

He snarled, his lip rising in a half smirk, half growl that was pure heat. Placing his hands on the end of the bed, he began to crawl up her, laying kisses on her legs as he went. Each touch of his lips to her fevered skin was enough to make her cry out in pleasure. When he stopped between her legs, he looked like a starving man who’d just walked into a buffet.

None of the men she’d been with had spared her vagina much attention in the oral-sex department. A few sweeps of the tongue, a few bruising fingers, and it was on to the main show, which wasn’t all that much to write home about either. She felt a bit anxious as he gazed at her, never having had a man clearly enjoy what he was looking at. Anticipation settled in a crooked smile over his face.

Uneasy, she didn’t know where to put her hands, choosing to thread them through his hair. His curls were softer than she expected; the strands felt nice as they slid along her skin. Her friends seemed to think oral pleasure was the best part of the lovemaking experience, but it had never been that way for her. She didn’t know what to expect, or even if she’d like the additional attention. For now, it just made her slightly uncomfortable and self-conscious.

Eyes glazed over with desire, his stare locked with hers as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. Lying back, she closed her eyes as she felt him blow over her hot skin. She then felt his tongue swipe along her folds, and she thanked the heavens she wasn’t standing, because she was sure her knees would have given out from under her. Kenzie’s whole body quivered with need, the fire he was building too much for her to handle.

She warred between indolent lust and impatience. Having never been in the hands of a truly skilled lover, she wanted to languish in his touches, revel in the strokes of his tongue over her pussy. But her body wanted release now, not later, and she yearned for the thick brand of his cock to slice through her channel and bring her to the brink and then throw her over.

Jace was in no hurry, moving his mouth leisurely over her pussy. His fingers spread her wide open as he lapped up her juices. Every stroke of his tongue nearly brought her hips off the bed, and she squeezed her eyes shut, searching for the elusive orgasm hinting at the edges of her body. As his long finger speared inside her, she moaned aloud, the sensation pushing her ever further.

“I love your taste,” he murmured into her skin, his lips barely moving off her, before removing the finger and bringing it to his lips. He suckled the digit and licked it clean, all while holding her gaze. “I could eat your pussy all day.”

Jace dipped his finger inside her once more, this time bringing it to her own lips. He watched her as she hesitated, unsure exactly how to act. Good boys didn’t bring a finger laden with her cream to her face, but she was here because she hadn’t wanted a good boy. And she hadn’t wanted to be a good girl. She engulfed his finger in her mouth, lowering her head and sucking it deeply, tasting her own musky scent. He observed her closely, the irises in his pale eyes growing so wide they nearly looked all black, and his nostrils flared in animalistic reaction. She loved that she’d pleased him and wanted him to keep looking at her like that forever.

Her blood boiled as he pulled his finger from between her lips and trailed it down her chest, using the wetness from her mouth to dampen a nipple. Circling the peak, he tugged at it with his fingers before capturing the whole weight of the globe in his hand as he lowered his mouth between her thighs. He laved her, suckling her clit into his mouth. When he bit down on the little nub, she squealed. She was so close to the edge. He’d driven her there with his hot mouth. Jace pulled hard with his mouth, and she exploded against his tongue, her cries sounding so loud in her ears.

Before her moans died down, he slid up her body, grasping a wrist in one hand. As her breathing began to return to normal, he seized the other, and she realized she was tied to his bed. Yanking on the soft cuffs, she was amazed at how quickly he’d bound her without her knowing.