I don’t even know what I’m begging for—him to touch me, kiss me, or fuck me—it doesn’t matter, I just need him.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
Oh, God.
I never in a million years thought Jace would ever look at me like that, and now that he has I think I might be addicted.
He glides his fingers lightly down my stomach, and I shiver.
My chest heaves with each breath, and I still feel starved for air. It’s like with our intensity we’ve sucked every molecule out of the room and we’re slowly suffocating.
Honestly, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go—looking at a lusty Jace.
His fingers stop at the button of my jeans, and I hold my breath.
His teeth dig slightly into his bottom lip, and he looks up at me, asking for permission.
I nod slowly, just once; I don’t have the energy for more.
He flicks open the button on my jeans, and I shudder.
He looks up again. “Nova?” He sounds unsure.
I swallow thickly. “Keep going,” I nearly beg. If he stops, I think I might die.
He hesitates for a second longer, but when he sees th
at I’m not going to stop him, he continues.
The sound of my zipper sliding down is so loud I swear everyone in the hotel must hear it.
I lift my hips so he can slide my jeans off. His eyes are on mine the whole time, and he removes them slowly, almost tenderly, and nothing like the madness when he took my shirt off.
He drops my jeans to the floor and then climbs up my body. He holds his weight above me in a push-up position and then lowers, kissing me again.
“You make me crazy,” he whispers softly, his nose grazing the side of my face as he slides down my body.
The feeling is mutual. But I can’t find the words to tell him that. My throat is dry, and I can’t speak. My heart is beating out of control, and a part of my brain is sensible enough to be worried, because I don’t think your heart should beat this fast.
He loops his fingers into the sides of my gray underwear and slides them down.
His eyes rake over me and he bites his lip again.
I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming. I have the sudden thought.
But no, this is one-hundred percent real.
I don’t know how we went from talking about our kiss to this, but that’s us. Zero to sixty in two seconds and no looking back.
I suddenly hate that he’s still dressed and I’m basically naked, but before I can give it another moment of thought, he spreads my legs and lowers his head.
My heart nearly falls out of my chest with the first swipe of his tongue.
Sweat dots my skin and my fingers dig into the bed covers.
My back arches, and I moan. I’m think I say his name, too but I can’t be sure.
It might be shocking to some, but sexual history is rather bland.