Page 60 of Already Callin’ You Mine

Slowly, Jace pulls back, his lips lingering on mine, stealing little pecks, as if he’s trying to get in every little bit he can before being cut off. His breath tickles my skin, my lips swollen from all the attention. I shiver, the sweet, teasing sensation too much, as I fight the elation bubbling up inside my chest like bubbles in a freshly poured Coke. I’m not sure I can hold it back, the urge to let loose bursting underneath my skin.

So I give in.

Giggles erupt from deep down in me, spilling out of me like water rushing over a waterfall.

“What’s so funny?” Jace asks, his own smirk resembling the Cheshire Cat. The curiosity in his voice is endearing, leaving me feeling special. He asks like he truly wants to know, rather than use it against me somehow.

“We went from one high school fantasy to another,” I say, my giggles surrounding each word. “Making out in the driveway, my parents in the house, hiding in the shadows so we don’t get caught.”

“Great minds think alike.”

“Really?”

Jace waggles his eyebrows, that smirk turning even more mischievous. “Indeed. Although, here’s the thing, in my version of those fantasies, I did a whole lot more than kiss you.”

The inside of this truck is instantly a good ten degrees hotter than it was a second ago. Like someone cranked on the heater. Or maybe that’s just me, igniting.

“Tell me,” I say on a breathy whisper.

Digging his fingers into my hips, Jace shifts, jutting his hips forward so I can feel him. All of him. I squeak, his hard bulge hitting me in just the right spot. Grabbing ahold of his biceps, I squeeze, wanting him to know he can do that again. Should do that again.

“Well, darlin’, there are a coupla versions to pick from.” He slides a hand in between us, running it along the front of my jeans, stopping to toy with the button. “All of them start with us going out, having a good time, and me treating you like the princess I believed you to be.”

A single flick is all it takes him to undo the button, my waistband easing on my flesh. Kissing me again, his hand keeps moving, lowering the zipper to the hilt. My mommy tummy—as I call it—eases with it, no longer held in place by the stiff denim. Years ago my tummy was flat and taut, but not anymore. Now it jiggles, covered in tiger stripes, nowhere near as sexy of a sight.

Jace doesn’t seem to notice though, pushing straight past any of my secret self-consciousness, sliding a hand in between my jeans and panties.

“In some versions, all I do is walk you to your door, giving you a nice, sweet, goodnight kiss. Leaving you wanting more.”

Like right now.

Strong fingers dip lower, following the gusset between my legs. I’m already wet, the damp fabric now pressing against my skin a new tease all in itself. I move, circling my hips to try and meet his fingers—put them where I want them—earning me a chuckle.

And exactly what I’m looking for.

Jace’s middle finger zeroes in on the spot, tapping it lightly through the fabric, making me moan. Slow circles are next, drawing out this insane pleasure he’s already evoking. I’m already on edge, the tingle inside me growing by the second, and all he’s done is play with the crotch of my undies. He hasn’t even really touched me yet.

There’s no way I’m going to last when he does.

“However…” he continues, dropping his voice. It’s deep, gruff, and barely above a whisper, but it does things to me I can’t name. Like sending a whole new rush of wetness between my legs. “Sometimes, we hung out a little while longer. Finding a dark corner so you could crawl into my lap—just like this—and I could make you scream my name.”

I’m half a heartbeat away from doing just that right now. Jace is about to get his wish.

That is, until he moves his hand.

I jolt, my eyes flying open, catching the lust-filled expression on his face. Oh, fuck me.

The same fingers that were in between my legs a few seconds ago are now toying with the lace on my panties. His skin is damp, no doubt from me, and warm against me as he breaches the lace. My breath hitches, and I hold it for a second, waiting on his next move.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined the sound of my name on your lips as you fell apart,” he confesses. “How many times I made myself come thinking about it.”

Ohhhhhhhhh…

Now I’m really on edge. Ready to fall at any second. I grip him tighter, trying to hold off, not wanting to collapse the second he touches me. Not wanting this to be over too soon. I want⁠—

Bzzzzzz!

The piercing sound of the William Tell Overture slices through the air, with all the vigor and bravado the piece demands. I startle, jumping backward—at least as much as I can in this tight space—hitting my head on the roof of the truck. Jace grabs ahold of me, trying to stop me before I do it again, the shock on both our faces as clear as day.