Free Jace by T.A. Grey Page B

drift to him. In her mind, she saw alternate realities
where she’d never had the problem with Corey. In that scenario, she dated Jace,
fell in love with him, then married him after he proposed. Mara soon felt her
eyelids droop. The muscles in her body gradually relaxed while she pictured the could-be between her and Jace.
    She finally fell asleep.
    Sometime later, Mara bolted
awake. Her eyes took in her dark surroundings feeling terror clutching her. She
panted as she reached to turn on her lamp. Dim yellow light flooded the room,
casting back shadows. Her heart finally stopped racing. There was nobody here.
Corey wasn’t here.
    That relief was short lived.
    Somebody was knocking on her
front door. Mara grabbed the Taser from her nightstand and headed for the front
door on quiet footsteps. Her heart raced while her mouth turned dry as sand.
Taking a deep breath, she searched through the peephole. Her porch light was on
and lit the doorway. Jace stood on the other side.
    Her heart raced for an entirely
different reason now. She cracked the door, squinting up at him through the
light.
    “You woke me up.”
    “Sorry. I need to use the
bathroom.”
    “Oh, okay,” she heard herself
say.
    He went to use the bathroom
while she leaned against the wall. Her eyes slid shut. She was so tired. She’d
been in the midst of heavy recuperation before he’d awakened her.
    “You’re so beautiful standing
there.”
    Mara’s eyes sprang open. Jace
stood close, so close that if he wanted to pull her into his arms, he could.
    “You might hate me in the
morning, but I’m going to kiss you.”
    Her breath caught.
    And then he slid his arms
around her, pulled her into his heat, and kissed her. The kiss started smooth
and slow, tender. In a daze, Mara wrapped her arms around him to feel that big
warm chest even closer to her. He pressed up against her in the best way. The
way he held her made her feel safe, like he’d protect her from everything. It
was beautiful and shattering all at the same time.
    The kiss grew wet slowly. One
dart of a tongue here, one open-mouth kiss. It became a pattern, a voracious
feeding that made her body tingle with sensations. His arms curled tighter
around her, groaning.
    Mara became wrapped up in his
touch. He was such a good kisser. She wanted to stay locked like this forever.
Arousal stirred between her legs in a great rush. Her earlier failed pleasuring
felt multiplied. She was growing wet as his tongue rocked across hers,
mimicking the motion of his hips pumping into her.
    Things grew heated. She didn’t
know who took them to the next level; maybe it wasn’t just one of them, but
both. He pressed her back into the wall and let his hands slide around her
body. He cupped and caressed, rocked her hips against his. Mara kissed him
harder.
    The ache in her belly was deep
and seemed untouchable.
    Oh god, please , she
thought, wishing she could tell him what she needed.
    His hips pumped, letting her
feel his rigid shaft wanting her. She whimpered, aching to grab hold of his
velvety cock to feel him in her palm…in her mouth.
    “Sweetheart,” he groaned,
burying his lips in her neck. He kissed and licked, setting fire to her body.
    She was so wet, her hips
writhing with need. “Please,” she begged.
    All she wore was a baggy
T-shirt that had to be ten years old and her underwear. So when he reached down
to touch her outer thigh, she stilled awaiting the pleasure of his touch.
    He breathed hard against her
neck then claimed her mouth again. Fingers trailed up her thigh, then moved
inward to cup her sex. It was either break the kiss to breathe or kiss him
harder and there was no way she was going to stop kissing him so Mara ate at
him.
    Then his fingers petted her.
She was so wet, so sensitive, her folds plump and pink for him. She thought he’d
tease her forever and never touch her how she needed to be. But then he did.
    He slipped his hand down the
front of her panties and touched her skin to skin.