Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 17

    I wake up feeling way too hot. My eyes blink open, and I see sunlight pouring in from an open window. The room I'm in is pretty plain. Spacious, but plain. Grey walls, black bed, a dresser to my left, a nightstand on my right, and two closed doors on the opposite wall.  Figuring one of them has to be a bathroom, I try to get up so I can go pee, but I'm completely pinned. Looking behind me, I see the reason why.

    Jace's naked body is completely wrapped around me. One of his legs is thrown over both of mine, his arm is wrapped around my stomach, keeping me close, and his head rest just above mine on the pillow. Not wanting to wake him, I turn slowly in his arms, until we're face to face. He shifts slightly, and I think I might have woken him, but his hand just tightens around me and pulls me closer. I use this time to admire him in his sleep. His blond curls rest on his forehead and his hair is sticking up in the most sexy way. My eyes travel over his relaxed features, down to his chin, where I can see a light stubble forming. When I see the top half of his rose tattoo peaking over the comforter, I can't help myself from bringing my hand up to his chest to trace over it.

    Up. Down. Up. Down. Over. My finger moves in a continuous pattern as I trace the beautifully intricate design. My mind is all over as I think about why he got this tattoo when I'm rattled out of my thoughts by the sound of Jace's voice. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice deep and raspy. I move my hand away from his chest quickly, embarrassed that I got caught. His dazzlingly blue eyes meet mine, and he grabs my hand to bring it back to his chest. He closes his eyes again. "Don't stop," he tells me, so we both lay there, his arms wrapped around me, as I gently trace over his tattoo.

    After a few minutes of doing this I can't ignore my bladder anymore, and I reluctantly pull my hand away from his chest and start to get up. Jace's arms are like a steel band as they tighten around me and pull me back against him. His eyes open and narrow down at me. "Where are you going?"

    "I'm going to the bathroom," I tell him and try to wiggle out of his arms, but it's a fruitless fight, he easily overpowers me. "Jace," I groan.

    He sighs. "Fine," he says and releases me.

    I sit up in his bed, with the covers still on me, when I remember I'm completely naked. I look down at Jace who is smirking up at me; I take that as a challeng. Throwing the comforter off ome, Jace's eyes go wide as he rakes my naked body. I walk around the bed, and Jace sits up, moving his hands behind his head to watch me.

    When I see his white shirt on the floor, I smile. I walk pass his wrinkled shirt that sits on the ground a little ways away from him. I angle my body, so I'm faced away from him, but he can see my backside. I bend down slowly, and give him a load of my bottom as I grab his shirt. I hear the bed creek, and I'm not even standing up all the way when I feel a sharp sting against my ass. I gasp from both pain and shock, but mostly from shock. Jace's strong arms wraps around my stomach from behind and pulls me back against his naked body.

    His head nestles between my neck as one of his hands roams around my body. His hair tickles my face and his mouth comes up to my ear. "Don't tease,'" he tells me, warningly. He tugs on my earlobe gently with his teeth, and I tense when a finger enters me. He moves in and out slowly and adds another finger, causing me to groan. I lean my head back against his chest, and his lips come down to my neck and he starts to kiss and suck his way up and down. He continues his slow, torturous movements with his fingers, my body supported by his arm; he brings me to the brink when he abruptly stops and pulls his fingers out. I whimper at the loss of contact, and he releases his hold on me. "You better be going to the bathroom now."