“Oh don’t let me stop you, angel. The show was just about to get good.” Jace smirks, straightening up as I do the same, mimicking his actions.
“Show’s over,” I mumble, turning away from him to look back at myself in the mirror. Through the mirror, I watch as he strides towards me, his walk precise and absolute as he comes up behind me. Jace grabs my arm lightly and turns me to face him. My breathing quickens as I look up at the man, my panties dampening as he looks down at me. His gaze darkening as he clenches his jaw.
“Do you not know how to use a phone, Jones?”
I’m taken aback by his question as he laughs humorlessly. “I was worried sick about you. You had an attitude earlier and I left you with it—that was my fault. But then when Georgia called me, asking if you were staying with me tonight since you left without telling anyone—I freaked the fuck out.”
My pulse quickens as his voice lowers. I can feel the rapid beating of his heart against my chest as he steps closer, his large hands settling at the small of my back as he leans down.
“Well, you found me.” I breathe my words like a forbidden secret as I bite my bottom lip. His eyes track the movement like a lion on the hunt for its prey.
We hold each other in the palm of one another's hands, tempting the other to make the first move.
To do something.
Anything.
My eyes trail to his mouth slowly. He sees the opportunity, takes it, and runs.
Jace’s lips crash against mine so feverishly and harshly, that I hold my breath as one of his large hands circles to the nape of my neck, the other snaking completely around my waist, melting me into him.
I’m his to take as he devours my mouth. Touching. Tasting. Biting. I moan in his mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hand on the small of my back travels further south and grips my ass. I sigh against him, my stomach fluttering from the action as he groans.
Fuck. This was not how I thought tonight would end, but I’m not complaining as Jace backs me into the mirrored wall behind us.
His hands roam everywhere, slowly and tauntingly as if he has all the time in the world. And when he reaches the bare skin just under my sports bra, he pauses.
Green eyes search my hazel ones, as if asking for permission. When I nod, he goes to touch me before pausing once again, “Are you sure?”
“I want you to touch me, Jace. Make me feel good.”
His eyes darken to that of a forest green as he takes me in his mouth again, kissing my lips with the hunger of a man starved. Jace savors me deeply, his palm kneading my breast, and when I moan, he grins.
The little psycho is having a field day with me, and I want him to go further, to touch me everywhere right here, right now.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” he curses, looking me over in the mirror and then back down at my physical self in front of him. He bites his lip, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “How flexible are you?”
“Don’t play with me.” I chuckle breathlessly as he kisses me again, lifting my left leg over his hip. I take it upon myself to jump, and soon enough, he’s holding the swell of my ass against the mirror, kissing me breathlessly.
Jace’s lips travel from mine, sucking and pressing deep licks and kisses to my neck. I moan loudly as the combination of him playing with my hardened nipples against my bra and him sucking the spot under my right ear combine.
His hand grips my ass tightly and my breath hitches. Jace pauses, leaning back to gauge me.
“Do you want to st—”
I blink hard.NO! Absolutely not.
“Don’t stop. I’m not saying fuck my brains out…Not yet at least but—”
“Sienna, I’m not taking you in a dance studio—” He looks at me with pure bewilderment, still holding me as if I weigh nothing as I cut him off.
“But Idowant you to touch me.”
We share a look and say so much to one another without any words. The next kiss that Jace steals from my lips is soft. He sets my legs down on the ground gently, although it’s hard due to them being wobbly.
Is he about to stop?I think before I’m smoothly corrected as his hand snakes up between my chest and my neck, gripping it firmly like the perfect necklace.
“You gonna stop playing around or are you too pussy to do what you want?” I ask, my eyes dazzling as I grin up at the man, holding my neck like a vice. Jace leans in close to me, our noses bumping.
