It wasn’t the first time we’d texted each other good night, and I didn’t imagine it would be thelast.
* * *
We continuedour occasional texts over the next few days, and soon enough, I was at LAX, searching for my big hunk of Jace in the arrivals lane. He was impossible to miss, standing on the curb next to a rolling bag with a duffel bag strapped to his shoulder, tucked close to his waist. I pulled up alongside him, and as he spied me in the car, the corners of his lips perked right up, which made my dicktwitch.
I opened the trunk for him to load his bags, and then he slid into the passenger seat. “Hey, man,” he said, draping his arm around my shoulders, moving in for a hug, which I awkwardlyaccepted.
Then he changed his trajectory, his lips mashing down on mine. Instinctively, my hand found its way to the back of his head, keeping him close, tasting that mouth and those lips my body apparently had missed even more than I’d figured, his sweet smell igniting those familiar sparks that had me itching to get him out of those goddamnclothes.
He leaned back and inhaled deeply. “Wow,” he said, making me feel like he had missed me just asmuch.
And I shouldn’t have liked it as much as Idid.
He gazed at me, and my attention was captivated by his dark blue irises, their appearance mesmerizing as ever. The way he smirked at me, it was like he had some secret on me…or maybe he knew the power he possessed over me. It was beyond his confidence when we’d initially met. Although, I wondered if that was all in myhead.
We swung by his hotel to drop off his bags, then headed to my place. We spent most of the time catching up, him telling me stories about Nance and Keegan, about the guys at work, elaborating on the adventures we’d already discussed via text message. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the resonance of his voice, the way he said his words through the corner of his mouth. Every movement was something worth cherishing all overagain.
30
Jace
Iwas nearly as excitedto see Dax’s place as I’d been to seehim.
That potent passion erupted once again as our lips locked, my body ravaged by the intense stirring of sensation that always seemed to accompany my time with him. And even as he showed me around his place, I was struggling to keep my distance, knowing the moment I caved to him, I would easily want to lose myself to the curiosity Dax had stirred, the same curiosity I’d been experimenting with on my own for the past two weeks since he’d returned to his place in WestHollywood.
“And here’s the upstairs,” Dax said as he guided me up the spiral staircase to the second floor. “This is myoffice.”
“You just trying to sneak me closer to your bedroom?” Iteased.
He spun around before the office doorway and sized meup.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Iasked.
“How am I looking atyou?”
“Like you’re trying to figure me out. I feel like I’m pretty easy to figure out at thispoint.”
I kept stepping closer to him but then stopped myself short, batting off my desire to have those lips, not on my mouth, but around my dick. To have his body pressed up against mine…that cock, to see that cock again, to feel it for the first time insideme.
His gaze shifted to mylips.
“I think you need to give me that tour of your bedroom.” I took a step, and it was all that was necessary for my chest to be pressed up against his, to be staring into his hungry eyes. “I do owe you something, afterall.”
A lock of his dark hair curled over his forehead, the way it did sometimes. He tilted his head, his smile expanding. “Well, aren’t we suddenly greedy forit?”
If only he knew about the preparations I’d made for that moment. It made me smile, knowing he didn’t have a fuckingclue.
“Maybe a little bit, so what are you going to do aboutit?”
“I’m gonna take you out toeat.”
“What?” I asked, surprised by hisresponse.
“I’m gonna take you someplace nice, fill your belly, and then I’ll feed yourhole.”
“You trying to wine and dine thisass?”
“I can get to know your ass later. But right now, I’d rather take you on a…” He hesitated for a moment, but then went on. “Adate.”
