The cool air from the window caught every droplet of moisture on my skin, an icy counterpoint to the burning heat where his hands still pinned my hips.
Slowly, Jace let my cock slide out of his mouth.
I couldn't look.
I didn't want to see whatever was written on his face.
For weeks, while he 'negotiated' with Sam Kimball, Jace had looked at me, his serious blue eyes rarely resting anywhere else if he had the choice.
Even before I cast my spell, he'd watched me more often than he needed to. Before the spell, I hadn't been able to interpret those looks.
After the spell, I'd known exactly what was on his mind, because I'd put it there.
Desire. Lust. Possession. And I'd responded to it anyway, somewhere deep inside where I tried not to look, because who wouldn't?
