That makes him smile as he shakes his head. “We won’t.”
“Can’t promise things like that.”
“Yeah, I can. I will.” His words vibrate in my soul as he cups my face. “But it’s cool. Your version of Javery, I can do that.”
Grinning, I inch myself up his body until my chin is touching his. “You know, I’m pretty sure Javery involves lots of sex.”
Smiling back at me, he brings his hands to my ass before he squeezes, hard. “Would you believe me if I said, as long as you’re smiling like that at me, I don’t need sex?”
I shrug, going with aloofness, because I’m two seconds from falling and not worrying about what could happen. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, always loved the thought of love at first sight. I blame that trait for the reason I fell so damn hard for Caleb, but I said I would never do that again. I promised myself, but I am apparently forgetting that as I stare into his eyes.
But I can’t.
I can’t make those mistakes again.
Shaking my head, I push my heart back into my chest and smile. “I mean, I could believe it because you’re corny as hell, but I hope that doesn’t mean you don’t want
me anymore.” I straddle him then, my center coming down on a very hard and thick Jace. I lean down on my elbows, and his eyes darken as I whisper, “That could put a damper on our Javery, because I still want you. Bad.”
Biting into his lip, he clenches his jaw as his eyes burn into mine. His hands tighten around my waist before he reaches up, throwing my hat off my head and cupping the back of my neck, bringing me down to him. When I’m only a breath away from his lips, he whispers, “Oh, baby, I want you. Trust and believe that.”
Oh, be still my heart. But how could I even ask it to when his eyes are trained on mine like that. Like I’m unrivaled to anyone else in the world. Like he only sees me. There aren’t enough words in the dictionary for me to explain how that makes me feel.
I nip at his bottom lip. “Then what are you waiting for?”
His lips curve as he moves his nose along mine, his fingers threading in my hair. “Just one thing.”
“Yeah?” I say, my breathing picking up as I rub against him, wanting him so badly I can’t see straight. Groaning against my lips, he squeezes his arms around me so tightly it’s hard to breathe as he holds my gaze.
Licking his lips, he breathes, “For you admit that the song is about me.”
Pausing, I let my head fall to the side as his lips turn up. “Why?”
“I just need to know the truth,” he says, his lips running along mine.
I take his bottom lip in between my teeth, and he hisses a breath as I sink my teeth into it. I let go of his mouth before running my tongue along his lip, trying to decide how I want to proceed with this. I could drag it out, but why? We both know the truth and I want him. Badly.
“Yeah, it is.”
He smiles triumphantly. “Have you ever written about anyone before?”
“Like that? No.”
Framing my face, he presses his nose to mine. “And you never will again.”
Before I can comment or even think of what to say, his mouth is moving against mine. Soon, nothing else matters but his mouth on mine and being completely consumed by him. I crave him, want him, and nothing can stop what is going to happen.
But as he rolls us over, him on top, his body pressing into mine ever so perfectly, his words ring in my head.
And you never will again.
He said it as a promise.
A promise he believes will never be broken.
And I believe him.
Because I’m pretty sure I’ll never feel like this again.