I felt the heat of Jace's hands just before his fingertips grazed my chin then my cheekbones. His hands roamed across my face; his touch was so gentle it almost hurt. I leaned toward him as he moved his hands down my neck and to my shoulders.
"Feel how her body responds to you," Grandma coached. "Feel her skin, every sensation, every touch. I want you to memorize her face so well that if asked to draw a picture of her likeness you could do so blindfolded."
My fingers dug into his thighs as he continued rubbing my face, dipping his hands into my hair. With a gasp, I bit down on my lip as he brought his head closer and closer to me.
"Now," Grandma whispered. "Beth, I want you to do what Jace was doing but start on his legs, move up his torso until your hands are placed firmly on his chest."
And so my torture in hell began. I say torture, because every movement my hands made across his thighs caused my hormones to spike to deadly levels. Muscles I didn't even know existed were now a permanent fixture in my memory. My body cheered with delight when my hands made their way to his abs. They were tight. And I was ready to maul him for no other reason than touching him felt so good.
By the time my hands reached his chest, it felt like I'd just gone into a sauna with a wool coat on and was confused on how to get it off. My breathing was erratic. I was leaning so close to Jace that I could smell his cologne.
Grandma clapped, and the lights came on. I was practically in Jace's lap. His face was one inch from mine, and my body was tight so tight it was ready to explode. I wanted him — everywhere — and I didn't even feel guilty that I was sweating like a whore in church.
"All done." Grandma clapped again, and the lights went full-blast, making me pull back.
"I'd say the first lesson went very well." Grandma rose from her chair.
"What was the lesson?" I croaked.
Grandma turned away from us and laughed. "I'm sure you can figure it out."
Jace grabbed my hand. "She finds joy in torturing others."
"No," Grandma turned to face us, "I find joy in inspiring others and, by the looks of you," Grandma looked Jace up and down, "I'd say you're about as inspired as they come."
"Pool," Jace blurted. "We should, uh, go swim."
"Okay."
Jace pulled me out of the office and stalked down the hall, tugging me behind him with such force my arm almost came loose — not that he'd notice. The man was on a mission.
We jogged to the pool area.
Jace pulled off his shirt and jumped in, leaving me gaping after him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Inspiration." Jace cursed. "Too much damn inspiration."
Chapter Fourteen
"You drugged them… again?" The agent scratched his head.
"Well, what was I supposed to do, Gus?"
"Um, how about not drugging them?"
"Oh you're no fun, Gus. Tell me, when have drugs ever done more harm than good."
"You're kidding, right?" The agent looked around, "You have to be joking."
"I don't joke." Grandma sniffed. "And I stand by my decision. Every man needs help every once in a while."
"Shall I add drugging to your kidnapping charges?"
"Well if you must. I don't want to have to give you too much paperwork, Gus. I really don't want to be a bother."
Jace
"Um, Beth." I swam to the edge of the pool and tried to think of a way to tell her that wouldn't sound crazy.
"What?"
I'd been swimming around for a good five minutes while Beth went in search of towels, but now that she was back, I had to tell her. Damn it. Damn Grandma!
I shook my fist at the sky.
"You okay, Jace?"
"No." Embarrassed, I closed my eyes. "I think there was something in my tea."
"What do you mean?"
"I think I was drugged."
Beth's eyes widened. She took a step toward the edge of the pool and leaned down so she was on her hands and knees, talking to me. And let's be honest. I the state I was in, it was doing more harm than she even realized.
"What type of drug? Do you feel funny?"
"I wouldn't say I felt funny…" I looked down. "Just… inappropriate."
"Huh?"
"Viagra. She put Viagra in my tea."
Beth burst out laughing, "Jace, I highly doubt she would do that. You're a young healthy virile—" Her eyes widened. "Oh, Lord."
"What. Do. I. Do?" I grasped the edge of the pool like it was my lifeline.
Beth's grin grew. "Clearly you have a little problem."
"Can we call it a big problem?" I hissed. "You know, for my self-esteem and all? Can we not refer to it as little or small or miniscule or—"
"I got it." Beth held up her hand. "We have a tiny problem."
"Damn, should have seen that one coming."
"Just…" Beth waved, "make it go away."
"Just make it go away?" I repeated. "Make IT go away? How do you imagine I go about that, Beth? In a public place? In a public pool? Under the watchful eyes of God? Hmm?"
"Whoa. Easy, sinner. I don't mean for you to fornicate with the pool toys or anything. I'm just... thinking."
"Can we come up with a better idea? One that leaves pool toys out of this whole conversation?"
"Don't be so touchy," Beth snapped. "We'll just wait it out."
"Right." I nodded. "Great. So I'll just stay in the pool for four hours in hopes that the situation alleviates, and if it doesn't, what then? Call 911?"
"Well they do say that if an erect—"
I covered her mouth. "There's an easy way to fix this." Without thinking about the ramifications of my actions, I pulled her into the pool, clothes and all.
When Beth came up for air, she screamed. "I'm not really a prostitute, Jace!"
Luckily the only other couple at the pool were by the swim-up bar and partying it up.
"Stop yelling!" I pulled her to the furthest corner of the pool. "And I didn't call you a prostitute. I accused you of having a shady past. There's a difference." But if she were thinking about a career change, now would be the time to fully commit.
"This is SO not the fairytale." Beth smacked me in the shoulder once we reached the other side of the pool by the waterfall.
Thunder rumbled across the sky.
And then sheets of rain started tumbling out of the sky — it wasn't a normal rain. It was a Noah rain. The type of rain that makes it almost impossible to see the person in front of you without blinking the drops out of your eyes.
Beth tilted her head back and laughed.
I couldn't laugh. The laugh was stolen from my chest the minute I saw her close her eyes as the water dripped down her body. I would never need Viagra in that woman's presence. Ever.
Just put Beth in front of all the test subjects for ED. Problem solved. I should get a medal.
"Come here." I growled, pulling her close to me. She didn't fight. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
I groaned as she pressed against me. I was ready to beg, I'd been brought that low. Weeping? Yeah, it was going to happen. A grown man was going to weep, jury was still out whether the weeping would be from ecstasy or pain.
"I'm still not helping you." Beth smiled. "But there is this one thing I've always wanted."
"There's several things I want at the moment," I said in a hoarse voice as I moved against her. "But what's your one thing… tell me."
"I want to be kissed in the rain."
I touched my forehead against hers and nipped her lower lip then whispered against it. "I think I can do that."
Our mouths touched.
And it was like lightning had struck the pool. My entire body hummed as Beth's mouth worked against mine. I pushed her against the wall of the pool and then jerked her hard against me when she moaned into my mouth.