Hooked by Love
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My eyes fall shut as a grin covers my lips. “I just thought the same thing.”
As he squeezes my side with his large hand, I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare before he leans over, kissing me hard on the lips once more. I don’t pull away as he opens the door, and I swear I’m like a rag doll in his grasp. When he lifts me, I come crashing into his chest, the door slamming behind me before he pushes me up against it. The wood is hard under my back, but I don’t feel the pain—all I feel is him kissing me hard on the lips. I hear the lock of the door before his hands thread in my hair, pulling slightly as he holds me in place, his mouth destroying mine.
I wanted it rough, I didn’t want a gentleman, and Jace is delivering everything I need. I want to feel this, I want every touch to be seared into my brain, I never want to forget the moment Jace Sinclair took me and made me his for the night. My whole body is on fire. Everything. And man, I want him. As I arch up against him, he groans into my mouth and his hands move from my hands to my ass, pulling me hard against his solid, thick erection.
Good God.
Gasping for breath, he smiles against my lips before opening his eyes to meet mine. “I want you so fucking bad, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Why is that?”
His question burns into my lips, his gaze holding me hostage as his lips barely touch mine.
“I have no clue, but I want you too,” I whisper against him, my leg coming up to hook on his hip.
“Bad?” he asks, his dark gaze holding mine.
“So fucking bad,” I breathe, running my hot center along his generous erection.
I’m unable to say more as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist while he carries me across the room toward the bed, holding my gaze. When he lays me down, I assume we are on a bed, but I realize we aren’t. We are on a trampoline. Looking around the room, I see that it is bare. The bed, though, is covered with bags. When I look up at the bunk bed, I wonder why we aren’t up there.
“A trampoline?” I ask as his lips run down my neck to the top of my breasts.
“Yeah, it’s how you get in the bed.”
“Why aren’t we in the bed?”
“It’s packed with shit, and I can’t wait. I need you.” His voice is hard, needful, and who am I to question that?
I could comment, but I doubt he’d hear me and I don’t want to stop him. His mouth is hard and rough against my neck, the hair on his jaw scratching me as he pulls down the front of my shirt, moving my bra too before dropping his mouth to my taut nipple. Arching off the trampoline, I cry out as he takes turns with his lips and teeth against my sensitive peaks. My body is shaking under his touch, and when his hand slides down my stomach to the front of my jeans, I squeeze my eyes shut.
Fuck. This is happening.
Yes, and you want it, a voice deep inside me says, and I can’t disagree.
I do. I do want it.
Reaching down, I help him undo my pants, but then I realize the light is on.
When I pause his hands with mine, he looks up at me, confused.
“Are you gonna put the brakes on?”
I smile. “No, but—”
“Are you a teasing Tessa?” he asks, his voice full of his own teasing.
I can’t help it, I might be so turned on I can’t breathe, but somehow I laugh. “No. Jeez, do me a favor and turn the lights off.”
When he lifts a brow, I swear I could gobble up his beautiful face. How could someone this magnificent be walking this earth? To think, there are two more of these Sinclair creatures… It’s kind of scary. But before I can dwell on that any longer, he asks, “What?”
“The lights, shut them off.”
“Why?” He grins, his mouth coming to nibble on my jaw. “I want to see you.”
“Yeah, no, shut them off,” I say, a certain kind of panic settling deep in my stomach. I really didn’t think this through. I should have known he’d want the lights on, and that can’t happen.
But he must see the panic in my eyes because he nods, lifting off me with no more questions and going to the light switch. When the room fills with darkness, only the lights from the party out in the back seeping through the window up near the ceiling, I wait for my eyes to adjust. When they do, I watch as he prowls across the room, Soon, all my laughter is gone, replaced with white-hot lust. He’s so big, so thick, and I’m shaking with my need for him as I push my jeans down along with my panties.
He does the same, and when the light from the party shines on his naked body, I’m dumbstruck. Wordless. I mean, Jesus, the length, the girth, the size of him… It’s completely and utterly astounding. His cock is standing at attention, his thighs thick. He has a hockey goal on his thigh that reads, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” in the middle of it. It’s begging me to get closer for a better look, but I’m stunned to the flat surface of the trampoline. I can only watch as he moves toward me.
But he doesn’t cover me with his body right away. Placing his knee on the trampoline between my legs, he reaches above me into a dresser drawer and then slams it shut, a package crinkling in his hand.
A condom.
Good. He’s smart, which is good. Because honestly, I had forgotten all about a condom. I just want that long, ample dick inside of me. He drops on top of me, his mouth finding mine as his hand tangles in my hair. His body is blistering against mine as my legs hook onto his hips, his cock hard and thick against my wet center. I’m dripping for this dude, and I can promise that has never happened before. I’ve never wanted to be consumed by someone the way I want to be consumed by Jace.
“Lift your arms,” he demands and I do as his says, my shirt and bra joining my jeans somewhere on his floor. When his chest presses to mine, the feel of heat on top of heat, I gasp, my fingers weaving into his hair as our hearts pound into each other. His fingers bite into the middle of my back, his kisses becoming more urgent as he slides his cock up and down my needy center. Breathing hard, I take ahold of his cock, teasing my clit with it as he gasps against my mouth. I want him inside me—now—and I reach for the package he holds. I guess he has other ideas, because before I can get the condom, he is moving.
Pushing my leg back, he holds it with his left hand as his right hand opens me up to him. He then drops his mouth to my center, dipping his tongue inside me and along me, causing me to cry out deep from my soul. My voice is hoarse, and my body is trembling and shaking with each pass of his tongue along my tight clit. I try to drop my legs but it’s useless; he’s too strong and smiles at my attempts.
As he squeezes my side with his large hand, I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare before he leans over, kissing me hard on the lips once more. I don’t pull away as he opens the door, and I swear I’m like a rag doll in his grasp. When he lifts me, I come crashing into his chest, the door slamming behind me before he pushes me up against it. The wood is hard under my back, but I don’t feel the pain—all I feel is him kissing me hard on the lips. I hear the lock of the door before his hands thread in my hair, pulling slightly as he holds me in place, his mouth destroying mine.
I wanted it rough, I didn’t want a gentleman, and Jace is delivering everything I need. I want to feel this, I want every touch to be seared into my brain, I never want to forget the moment Jace Sinclair took me and made me his for the night. My whole body is on fire. Everything. And man, I want him. As I arch up against him, he groans into my mouth and his hands move from my hands to my ass, pulling me hard against his solid, thick erection.
Good God.
Gasping for breath, he smiles against my lips before opening his eyes to meet mine. “I want you so fucking bad, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Why is that?”
His question burns into my lips, his gaze holding me hostage as his lips barely touch mine.
“I have no clue, but I want you too,” I whisper against him, my leg coming up to hook on his hip.
“Bad?” he asks, his dark gaze holding mine.
“So fucking bad,” I breathe, running my hot center along his generous erection.
I’m unable to say more as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist while he carries me across the room toward the bed, holding my gaze. When he lays me down, I assume we are on a bed, but I realize we aren’t. We are on a trampoline. Looking around the room, I see that it is bare. The bed, though, is covered with bags. When I look up at the bunk bed, I wonder why we aren’t up there.
“A trampoline?” I ask as his lips run down my neck to the top of my breasts.
“Yeah, it’s how you get in the bed.”
“Why aren’t we in the bed?”
“It’s packed with shit, and I can’t wait. I need you.” His voice is hard, needful, and who am I to question that?
I could comment, but I doubt he’d hear me and I don’t want to stop him. His mouth is hard and rough against my neck, the hair on his jaw scratching me as he pulls down the front of my shirt, moving my bra too before dropping his mouth to my taut nipple. Arching off the trampoline, I cry out as he takes turns with his lips and teeth against my sensitive peaks. My body is shaking under his touch, and when his hand slides down my stomach to the front of my jeans, I squeeze my eyes shut.
Fuck. This is happening.
Yes, and you want it, a voice deep inside me says, and I can’t disagree.
I do. I do want it.
Reaching down, I help him undo my pants, but then I realize the light is on.
When I pause his hands with mine, he looks up at me, confused.
“Are you gonna put the brakes on?”
I smile. “No, but—”
“Are you a teasing Tessa?” he asks, his voice full of his own teasing.
I can’t help it, I might be so turned on I can’t breathe, but somehow I laugh. “No. Jeez, do me a favor and turn the lights off.”
When he lifts a brow, I swear I could gobble up his beautiful face. How could someone this magnificent be walking this earth? To think, there are two more of these Sinclair creatures… It’s kind of scary. But before I can dwell on that any longer, he asks, “What?”
“The lights, shut them off.”
“Why?” He grins, his mouth coming to nibble on my jaw. “I want to see you.”
“Yeah, no, shut them off,” I say, a certain kind of panic settling deep in my stomach. I really didn’t think this through. I should have known he’d want the lights on, and that can’t happen.
But he must see the panic in my eyes because he nods, lifting off me with no more questions and going to the light switch. When the room fills with darkness, only the lights from the party out in the back seeping through the window up near the ceiling, I wait for my eyes to adjust. When they do, I watch as he prowls across the room, Soon, all my laughter is gone, replaced with white-hot lust. He’s so big, so thick, and I’m shaking with my need for him as I push my jeans down along with my panties.
He does the same, and when the light from the party shines on his naked body, I’m dumbstruck. Wordless. I mean, Jesus, the length, the girth, the size of him… It’s completely and utterly astounding. His cock is standing at attention, his thighs thick. He has a hockey goal on his thigh that reads, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” in the middle of it. It’s begging me to get closer for a better look, but I’m stunned to the flat surface of the trampoline. I can only watch as he moves toward me.
But he doesn’t cover me with his body right away. Placing his knee on the trampoline between my legs, he reaches above me into a dresser drawer and then slams it shut, a package crinkling in his hand.
A condom.
Good. He’s smart, which is good. Because honestly, I had forgotten all about a condom. I just want that long, ample dick inside of me. He drops on top of me, his mouth finding mine as his hand tangles in my hair. His body is blistering against mine as my legs hook onto his hips, his cock hard and thick against my wet center. I’m dripping for this dude, and I can promise that has never happened before. I’ve never wanted to be consumed by someone the way I want to be consumed by Jace.
“Lift your arms,” he demands and I do as his says, my shirt and bra joining my jeans somewhere on his floor. When his chest presses to mine, the feel of heat on top of heat, I gasp, my fingers weaving into his hair as our hearts pound into each other. His fingers bite into the middle of my back, his kisses becoming more urgent as he slides his cock up and down my needy center. Breathing hard, I take ahold of his cock, teasing my clit with it as he gasps against my mouth. I want him inside me—now—and I reach for the package he holds. I guess he has other ideas, because before I can get the condom, he is moving.
Pushing my leg back, he holds it with his left hand as his right hand opens me up to him. He then drops his mouth to my center, dipping his tongue inside me and along me, causing me to cry out deep from my soul. My voice is hoarse, and my body is trembling and shaking with each pass of his tongue along my tight clit. I try to drop my legs but it’s useless; he’s too strong and smiles at my attempts.
