His hands were everywhere, his tongue tasting hers, when something buzzed. His phone. She probably could have ignored it, but Jace didn’t. He pulled his mouth away and cursed, touching his forehead to hers.
“I need to be careful with you,” he pushed, his breath brushing her face. “You could make me lose myself.”
She’d already lost herself the second his lips touched hers. Her chest heaved just inches from his, and she could barely catch her breath. “We’ve never done that before.”
He chuckled. “No, we haven’t. But it felt good.” He lowered his head and pressed one more kiss to her mouth. She wanted to sink into it, beg for more, but he was already pulling his head away. “I should go while I still can. But this won’t be the last time we do this.”
Her breath stuttered. “It won’t?”
Another grin. “No, Tink, it won’t. I’ll see you on Monday.”
He caressed her neck with his thumb before finally stepping away and opening the door.
“Lock up after me.”
They were his last words before he stepped into the hall and pulled the door closed after him, leaving her wondering what the hell had just happened.
CHAPTER 11
The ringing of Elle’s apartment buzzer cut into her sleep, making her groan and roll onto her belly.
Go away.
She was exhausted. It had taken far too long to get to sleep last night, thoughts of Jace, of that damn kiss, rattling around in her head and making her stomach do all these wild somersaults. She’d tossed around in bed for so long she’d wondered if she’deverfall asleep.
The buzzer sounded again, this time followed by her intercom.
“Elle Marshal! Wake up! I brought breakfast and I’m starving.”
Oh, Jesus…it was Jewel. Anyone else, and she’d have a chance of them leaving if she ignored them long enough. Not her aunt. The woman had once camped out at the entrance of the building for hours because she was worried when Elle didn’t answer, but she hadn’t even been home.
With a sigh, she rolled onto her side and pushed out of bed. Her gaze flicked to the clock.
Six a.m.?Really?Good God, could the woman not have waited until a decent hour to harass her? Because itwasharassment when you made a person get out of bed before the sun had even risen.
“Elle, I know you’re there. Let me up or I’ll start singing the theme song toHappy Days.”
Despite the hour, Elle laughed, because her aunt absolutelywoulddo that andhaddone it before, knowing perfectly well that Elle despised that show. She reached the door and pressed the intercom. “I’m going to kill you. You know that, right?”
“Well, you’d need to let me up to do that.”
Not true. She knew where the woman lived—that was all she needed.
“Come in.” She pressed the button to let her up and flipped her lock before retreating to the kitchen. She opened her fridge, only to groan when she realized she had no milk. None. Not even a drop. Heck, she didn’t even have juice to give her a morning hit of sugar.
Goddammit.
She filled a glass with water and sipped. It did nothing to wake her up.
The door to her apartment opened. “Good morning!” her aunt sang.
Elle wrinkled her nose. “It should be illegal to be so cheery at this hour.”
Jewel crossed her apartment and set a paper bag on the counter. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Plenty of people are up and about at this time.”
Yeah, plenty ofcrazypeople. She opened her mouth to tell her aunt just that when the woman pulled out two Styrofoam cups.
Elle groaned and grabbed one. “Oh my gosh, yes. I need coffee in an IV.”
