“It served its purpose, but I’m ready for more. That is, if you are.”
My heart swells with affection. “I want more too.”
His rough palm moves up my thigh, and I shiver again. “Are you cold?” he asks.
When I nod, he pulls half of the comforter over us, and I use the moment to move closer, until we’re nose to nose, and whisper, “I have a feeling I’m really going to like being your girlfriend.”
His grin goes crooked, and he grips the back of my hair, pulling me to his mouth. “Good, because I’m going out of my mind not being able to touch you,” he says between kisses.
I know the feeling.
When his tongue meets mine, I moan. This time I shiver for a completely different reason. His large palms squeeze my ass, and I’m so wet, I wonder if he can feel it through my pajamas.
As I pant, he nibbles and licks down my neck until he nudges down a strap of my pajamas. “Is this okay?”
Oh my God, yes. I shrug out of my top and let the material fall down my chest. It gets caught on my nipples, and he groans. “Fuck, you’re sexy. I’ve been wanting to suck on these pretty babies.” With his hands on my ass, he pulls me closer so he can run his nose down my cleavage.
I pull my arms out of my pajama top and watch him take me in. Based on Marlowe, I thought he liked curvier girls, but he seems entranced by my smaller boobs.
Arching my back, I offer myself to him, and he grins a second before he takes a long lick of my nipple. When he sucks it into his mouth, I bite back a moan.
But then he palms my other breast as he works me over, and I grind down on him.
“Are you wet, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Mm. Can you do something for me?” When I nod, his eyes darken. “Can you stick your fingers in your panties?”
What? I lean back. “Really?”
“I wanna hear how wet you are.”
My breath shallows. I know Jace is more experienced than I am by a country mile, but I never thought about what that would mean if we ever got together. “Um.”
He closes his eyes. “Sorry. If that’s too much…”
“Jace.” I’m done being that scared girl. When he opens them, I snake my hand into my panties where my clit throbs a frantic beat and rub the wetness over my swollen flesh.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I carefully pull my fingers out so I don’t get anything on my clothes. They’re dripping. He grabs my hand and sticks my fingers in his mouth, where he sucks the wetness off with a loud groan.
“Shh.” I laugh. “Don’t wake up the baby.”
“You taste so fucking good.” He cradles my face. “Can I get you off tonight too?”
I nod, feeling a little shy. “I’m really close already.”
“Christ.” He closes his eyes again. I have a feeling he’s getting a hold of himself, and that’s a heady thing. That I’m turning him on so much, he’s on the edge.
I shift my hips lower until I bump into his towel. “Can you take this off?”
I don’t have to ask twice. He has me shift up while he reaches down to release the knot and whip off the offending material. “Done.”
We both laugh because this whole thing is crazy. He’s watching me so intently, like he can’t wait to see what I have in store for him. I don’t want to disappoint him, but he makes me feel brave.
Bracing myself on the wall behind the bed, I stand over him and shove down my pajamas until they pool on one leg. I run my finger along the waistband of my underwear. “Should I take this off too?”
