“I think we just like to move together, even if we have to do it with our clothes on.”
He laughs and my stomach flutters with happiness at the sound. He used to rarely smile or laugh, and now he does it often. It makes me feel slightly victorious.
Xander and Thea have come into the living room and dance a few feet away where Thea steals glances in our direction. I do my best to not let her stare get to me.
Jace skims his hands up my sides, grazing his fingers beneath the curve of my breasts, and I shiver. He knows how to get to me faster than anyone else ever has. It’s like he has a direct line to my vagina.
The song playing is hot and sultry. The kind of song that makes you want to strip off your clothes and have sweaty, mind-blowing sex. It doesn’t help that the guy I’m dancing with is sex on a stick.
He rubs his hands down my body and squeezes my butt. Lowering his head, he murmurs, “If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to have to fuck you.”
“Is that a promise?” I breathe, looking at him through hooded eyes.
His eyes flash a stormy green and he takes my hand, guiding me from the room.
He leads me through the house and to the back laundry room. He shuts and locks the door behind us.
I move a few steps back and he stalks forward, closing the distance like a predator cornering its prey. I’m sure the prey doesn’t normally want to get caught, but I can’t help but love getting tangled in his web.
My heart thunders in my chest, and in the back of my mind I worry about what I’m thinking about doing in my friends’ house, but when it comes to Jace there’s no such thing as common sense.
His fingers tangle in my hair and I gasp as he draws my head back. He closes his mouth over mine, his tongue plunging inside. I claw at his shirt, wild with need and desire. His hands roam from my back down to my butt, where he pulls me against him so I can feel his hardness.
He releases my hair, and I stumble back from the sudden release of pressure.
His face paint is now streaked with red from my lips, and I love seeing it—love seeing the chaos that is us represented so fully.
I pull in a ragged breath, watching him. His shoulders are hunched and he stares at m
e.
Waiting.
I move.
He moves.
We crash together, a tangle of limbs and teeth. We tear at each other’s clothes, not able to undress the other fast enough. This wildness feels so natural that it’s hard to believe that I’ve only ever experienced it with Jace. I feel like he’s shown me my true colors. Passion bleeds red behind my eyes as he picks me up and pushes my back into the wall.
I cry out as he pushes into me. I should probably care about someone hearing, but I don’t. All that exists is him and me and this.
I breathe out heavily, unable to catch my breath.
He takes my hands and pins them above my head, fucking me with a reckless abandon.
He kisses me deeply, stealing my breath and maybe a little bit of my soul in the process.
He bites my bottom lip, and I moan. He chuckles at the sound and releases my lip with a pop. Holding my hands in one of his he uses his free one to grip my chin, angling my head so I’m looking right at him.
“You love this, don’t you?” he growls. “You love it when I fuck you.”
“Yes,” I pant, clinging to his shoulders.
“Say it,” he commands. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I love it,” I breathe, fighting to look away.
He seals his lips over mine and then murmurs, “Good girl.” He releases me and my chin stings as blood flows back to the places where his fingers marked me. He leans his forehead against mine and looks down. “Watch us,” he whispers, and my eyes flow down to where we’re joined. The sight of his hard cock moving in and out of me sends another flood of desire through my body. “Nobody can fuck you like I can.” He brushes his lips against my ear. “Remember that.”