So, I clamp my lips closed, reach for the cloth.
But he beats me to it, pushing the material of my underwear to the side and gently wiping away the evidence of ouronly one time.
And my traitorous heart pulses again.
Fucking hell.
Ignoring what that bit of care does to me, I yank up my leggings, not missing the heat in his eyes when my boobs bounce from me wrestling the fabric up my sweaty body.
He doesn’t comment though—just passes me my bra top.
Which is even harder to wrestle on.
And he doesn’t look away, those blazing hazel eyes locked on me.
I get lost in them, feel the heat begin to build in my belly.
At least until he turns away, releasing me from their hold. I scramble for my socks, pull them on, and am shoving my feet into my shoes when Jace crouches down beside me.
“Here,” he says softly.
I look, careful to avoid those eyes this time.
But I can’t avoid the sweatshirt he’s holding out, the care he’s extending again.
Christ, I can’t take this.
“It’ll be chilly tonight,” he murmurs.
“I—”
He lifts and drops a shoulder in a careless shrug. “In case you don’t have time to stop for a change of clothes.”
“I—”
He doesn’t reply, just pulls me up to my feet then tugs the sweatshirt over my head.
I’m immediately engulfed in the spicy male scent of him as the fabric drops over me, pooling beneath my butt, covering the top half of me in…Jace.
“I—” But I don’t get more than that out.
Ican’t.
Because then Jace is touching my cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “Go kick some ass in the office, cookie.”
He opens the door, and I start to step out into the hall, stopping when his lips come to my ear and his hand catches mine, “But I need you to know…”
I still, lungs catching, words forced out, “Know what?”
“That there will be moreone-times, cookie.”
Then he nudges me forward.
And closes the door to his condo.
Sixteen
Jace
