For someone whose life was about putting out fires, he sure had a way of sending an explosive heat soaring through me, igniting this inferno that shot right through every nerve in my goddamn body and had my cock steadily expanding in my jeans, tightening against the fabric of myboxers.
The taste of vanilla and cookie dough lingered on his tongue, and I lapped it up as he took me by my arms and pulled me to my feet, then shoved me back against thewall.
We didn’t exchange any more words, and I just kissed him, the heat radiating through me intensifying in my face, ablaze with what Jace had the power to ignite within me. I moaned into his mouth, but he silenced it just as quickly as he kissed me again. There was something about messing around with Jace that made me lose track of everything, completely in tune with all mysenses.
I gripped his sides and guided him back, and before I knew it, had him pressed up against the counter. He pulled and pushed, and soon I was back against it. There was this erotic tug-of-war happening between us as we each asserteddominance.
His confidence in the way he moved, in the way he shamelessly made out with me despite his lack of experience with a man, was so goddamnedimpressive.
Did everything about him have to be so fuckingimpressive?
Thoseabs.
Thatface.
Thoseeyes.
Thatattitude.
The way his tongue teased againstmine.
The way he breathed out, the air rushing against my face in a way that had me on edge, needing so muchmore.
He slid his hand around my side and cupped my ass firmly in hisgrip.
What we had shared in London had been hot, but being in his arms again, it was like my body felt palpable relief knowing it was getting to savor the experience onceagain.
A bark caught my ear, surprising us both so much that we pulled away, our eyes darting down. Mac glanced between us, clearly totallythrown.
Jace’s body was still flush with mine, keeping me against the counter, his hand on my ass. He chuckled. “Not a fan of Dax getting all the attention, buddy?” He turned back to me. “Well, too bad.” He offered another kiss without hesitation or reservation, pushing up firmly against me. “I missedthis…”
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Missed it so fucking much.
Seeing him sitting there, enjoying that ice cream, his lips as kissable as ever…it was too much forme.
He slid his hand between us, rubbing against my crotch. I knew I was getting hard, but hadn’t realized just how much until he started strokingit.
“Who knew a man could feel this good?” I said, pulling my lips free just long enough to speak the words before kissing himagain.
He smiled, adding between kisses, “I…had…a fairly…goodidea.”
“Oh shit.” I pulled away and hurried to grab the ice cream and return it to thefreezer.
Dax was leaning back against the counter when I finished, looking at me like I’d lost my goddamn mind, and said, “I’m sorry. I’m just admiring how adorable that was, and wondering how long it’s going to be before we take this show to thebedroom.”
“Oh, I make you dinner, and then you just want to mess around? What kind of manners are those?” I said in as facetious a tone as I couldmuster.
“Manners aren’t mystrength.”
“I’m eager to find out what your strengths are,” I said as I rushed back tohim.
“Have you always had this way about you?” he asked, interrupting my enjoyment of hismouth.
“Sexy asfuck?”
