I eat a potato skin, repressing a moan because potato skins are seriously the best thing ever.
Jace chuckles at my reaction but makes no comment.
I finish chewing and say, “Oh, I forgot to tell you—”
Jace interrupts with, “Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like what you say?”
“Um, because you won’t.” I don’t even bother to try to fool him. “Owen’s parents want to take everybody to dinner—me included—so I asked Owen if you could come and he said yes. Please don’t make me be alone with them.”
Jace cringes and crosses his arms before laying them on the bar top. “It means a lot to you for me to be there, doesn’t it?”
“Of course. The last thing I want is to be alone with those people.”
“And I certainly don’t want you alone with Owen, so I guess I’m going.”
I grin at him. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
I smile even bigger. We’ve come such a long way.
The bar starts filling up more then and Jace has to return to work. I finish my meal and place some bills on the top—just because Jace works here doesn’t mean I get free food—and head home.
I take a quick shower, rinsing off, and slip into a pair of shorts and a bralette.
It’s not late yet so I watch some TV before I finally grow too tired to stay up and wait for Jace. I slip into the bed, the moon reflecting through the large paned window behind the bed, and fall asleep almost instantly.
“Mmm,” I moan at the feel of lips against my neck.
“Did you seriously expect to wear this lacy little thing” —Jace glides his fingers under the bottom of my bralette— “and expect for me to not get turned on.”
I smile, still half asleep. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Fuck yeah I am. I have the hottest fucking girl in the whole world in my bed. How can you expect me not to be?”
I laugh softly and roll over to face him, blinking sleepy eyes.
He curls his finger into the strap of my bralette, tugging it down to expose the smooth skin of my shoulder, and presses his lips there.
“God, I love you,” he murmurs.
I grip the hairs at the back of his head and tug him closer.
“I love you too,” I breathe before lifting my head and pressing my lips to his.
The kiss starts slow but quickly builds into a fiery inferno. I moan low in my throat, my hips jutting up to meet his and feeling the growing length there.
He kisses down my neck. I breathe in a ragged breath as his fingers reach for my shorts and panties and pull them down my legs slowly where they lie hidden at the bottom of the bed. I sit up and remove my bralette. He rakes his eyes over my body like he’s never seen me before and my stomach dips. I think you know you’ve found your soulmate when no matter how long you’ve known each other you still look at each other like it’s the first time seeing the other person.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I whisper into the darkened room.
His lips quirk up. “Give me a minute.”
He licks his lips, his eyes grazing me from head to toe. My body feels the slow glide of his eyes as if he was touching me with his fingers.
After a minute—well, probably less—I gasp, “Please.”
He rubs his nose against mine before moving his lips to my ear and murmuring, “Take what you want and you’ll get it.”