“I have a few ideas.”
“Tell me,” he pleads.
“No.” I shake my head. “I want it to be a surprise.”
“Is it sexy? Please tell me it’s sexy.” He gives me puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip curling under.
“I’m not saying a word.” I mime zipping my lips and throwing away the key.
He pounces on me, and I end up with my back flat against the couch with him over top of me. “I have ways of making you talk.”
“Oh, you do, huh?”
He nods and brushes his nose against mine before pressing his lips to mine. A little moan escapes my throat, and I curse myself for being so affected by him. It’s ridiculous, really, that one person can turn me to mush.
He parts my lips with his tongue, and I moan again, my fingers grasping at the fabric of his shirt.
I’m suddenly reminded of the feel of his body moving against mine this morning, and I tear desperately at his shirt, trying to get it up and over his head. He pulls away with a laugh, grabbing my hands and pinning them at my sides.
“Nice try. Now tell me.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “Tell you what?”
He laughs deep from his belly. “Am I that good of a kisser?” When I still look confused, he adds, “Apparently, I am.” He lowers his head once more. “Tell me your costume ideas.”
Oh. That. “No,” I say, my voice embarrassingly breathless.
He kisses my neck. “Please?”
“No.”
He sticks his finger in the neck of my shirt and pulls it down, kissing the tops of my breasts.
“Please?”
I close my eyes, centering myself. “No.”
He moves down my body and pushes my shirt up my stomach. His soft lips press tenderly to my stomach just above the band of my jeans. “Please?”
“Jace.” I squirm, trying to get away as he unfastens the button of my jeans and eases the zipper down. I can’t even remember what game we’re playing, but I do know I’m about to lose.
He slides my jeans down my legs and presses a kiss to the inside of each of my thighs. I whimper, trying to get away.
“Please.”
“Would you believe me if I said I can’t remember?”
He chuckles. “I might give you a pass.”
“I’ll tell you later, when I can form a coherent thought,” I pant as his hand skates past the band of my underwear. I gasp as he presses a finger inside me. “Oh, God.” My whole body clenches. “Jace,” I breathe his name, struggling to keep my eyes open.
He pulls his hand away and rids me of the rest of my jeans, tossing them on the floor, and then slides my underwear down and off too.
He spreads my legs and looks at me like I’m a feast laid out before him.
He kisses his way down my thigh before he heads to where I want him the most.
“Oh, Jace,” I cry out, one hand grabbing at the couch to hold on and the other tugging on his hair.