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Jace (Kings of Country 1)

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She did, her body instantly shuddering, clamping down on him from the inside. He caught her cries with his kiss, his mouth sealed to hers until she was panting. But her legs tightened around his waist and she latched on to his neck, licking and kissing, making sure every nerve ending was strung tight and pulsing. He came, groaning loud and long, burying his face against her neck and thrusting deep. He held on to her until the world started to take shape again.

He waited until she was steady on her feet before stepping away.

She had her dress into place before he was done buttoning up his shirt. “Did you mean what you said?” she asked.

He smiled. “About? I’ve said a lot of things.”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head, her hand on the doorknob.

“Wait.” His hand covered hers.

“Jace.” She sighed. “It’s nothing. It is what it is.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Her gaze fell to his chest, his pants—open at the waist—and shuddered.

Instantly, he understood. “You mean me and you?” He paused but she didn’t look at him or respond. “This is it? This is what you want? You want me when you want me, but only then?”

She glared at him, her red lips opening. But she stopped, her gaze falling from his. “I guess that won’t work for you?”

He put a hand on either side of the door. If this was the only way to spend time with her, to get close to her, it was a start. Not like he minded making love to her, not one little bit. “What about me?”

She looked at him, a little surprised, a little uncertain. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Probably,” he agreed. “But we both know it’s going to happen again.”

She stiffened, that defiant tilt of her head making him smile.

His lips brushed the side of her neck, taking his time, nipping and licking and making her quiver. More kisses, up the curve of her neck, then sucking her earlobe into his mouth. She softened, her hands resting on his chest, then grabbing the front of his shirt. “It’s going to happen again,” he said against her lips.

“Fine,” she whispered.

“Fine?” he repeated. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

She nodded. “If you…are…want…how will I know??

?

He smiled, stepping back. “Believe me, you’ll know.”

She shook her head and turned the doorknob.

“You’ve got a rip.” He pointed at the seam along her hip. “Might want to get that taken care of.”

Her brows rose high. “You should be more careful.”

“Next time?” He grinned. “Pretty sure you wouldn’t like that near as much.” His phone started vibrating.

“You might want to answer that. It could be Heather.” Her hand slipped off the doorknob.

He headed for his phone. “It’s Luke.” He silenced his phone and stuffed it into his pocket.

Her phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her boot. “Emmy.” She answered. “What’s up?”

Luke texted.

Video of you and Krystal kissing. TNM is on it. Someone close or onstage. No doubt who it was.



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