When he reached the top of her chest, he gripped the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. Her pale pink bra called to him. And the way her nipples pushed against the thin fabric set his blood burning through his veins.
Fucking gorgeous.
He dipped his head and took one of those nipples between his teeth, sucking and running his tongue over the tip, the material a thin barrier between his mouth and her flesh.
She whimpered, her fingers fisting in his hair. He continued to play with her as he reached down, unfastening the button of her jeans and running down the zipper. When he slipped a hand inside both her jeans and panties, her sharp intake of air cut through the room.
Then he stroked her clit.
Another quiet cry from her, and his blood pumped faster.
He switched his mouth to her other breast, sucking and tugging, continuing to run circles over her clit with his thumb, listening to her changes in breath and learning what she liked.
This woman was a goddess, so fucking perfect that she deserved to be worshiped. Deserved for every inch of her body to be touched and kissed and adored.
He slipped the cup of her bra down, and this time took her bare nipple between his lips. She arched and cried out, her breaths now coming out in short pants.
“Jace…I can’t hold on!”
Good. He wanted her to break. To fall off that cliff and trust him to catch her. “Then don’t.”
He thrust a finger inside her, and her entire body tensed. He moved back up her body and caught her lips just as she broke, swallowing her cries, fucking drowning in them.
Her walls pulsed around his finger, her soft hums and moans burning him.
His mouth was still on hers, his finger still inside her, when the shout of his name sounded. “Uncle Jace? Are you in here?”
Shit. Avery.
Elle gasped, and he slowly slipped his finger out of her before pressing one more kiss to her lips. He grinned at her as he whispered, “Got to go, Tink. But just so you know, that wasn’t an accident or a mistake or a one-time thing.”
Her eyes flared, pink tinging her cheeks. “Go,” she whispered, shoving his chest.
He chuckled as he lifted off her.
Fuck, this was not a good time. He adjusted himself, hoping like hell that helped, before casting one more glance at Elle as she madly straightened her clothes.
That definitely wasn’t a friend move…but he couldn’t seem to care.
CHAPTER 17
Elle wiped down the counters, a small smile playing at her lips. Over the last few days, she’d seen a lot of Jace. He came into the café in the morning. He stopped in most lunchtimes. And after work, they’d either go to his place or hers to eat and talk and watch crappy movies.
It was exactly as it used to be. Comfort. Friendship. They hadn’t kissed since that day in his old bedroom. In fact, her sexual frustration was reaching an all-time peak because shewantedto kiss him. She wanted to feel him press her to the mattress again, feel himtouchher.
But it washerwho’d put in the friendship boundary, and, other than the family dinner, he’d been really goddamn good at sticking to it.
Her cheeks flushed at the memory of how easy it was for him to bring her to climax in his old bedroom.
Argh. Stop it, Elle. You’re friends right now. And that was your choice.
“Elle?”
Her head shot up at Molly’s voice. She hadn’t noticed her returning to the counter after seeing out the last customer.
“Everything okay?” Elle asked.
“Actually, I wanted to apologize.”
