Page 70 of Already Callin’ You Mine

With each new flick of my clit, Jace sends me soaring. He knows exactly what I need—exactly where I crave him—nibbling, licking, sucking at the exact right interval to keep me right on the edge. White heat clouds my vision as I reach down, running my fingers through his hair, wanting contact with him.

“Fuck, you are so sweet, Pres,” he moans. “You might be my new favorite snack.”

“Jace…”

He groans, lips circling my clit, sending vibrations straight through me. “Fuck, I love how you say my name.”

I whimper, wanting more of what he’s doing, circling my hips, trying to get him to do it again.

Laughing, he reads my mind, turning his attention to the bundle of nerves screaming for him. He hums, sending more of those vibrations straight to my needy pussy, while sliding two fingers inside me. The new sensation ups the intensity, and is exactly what I need to make the telltale tingle start low in my belly.

I’m not going to last much longer.

“Jace… please…” I beg. “I’m gonna…please…”

“Come for me, Pres. Come all over my face.”

One, two, three taps of his fingers inside me, like he’s sending a message in Morse code, and I’m done. That’s all she wrote.

Technicolor fills my vision, my entire body going taut. I throw my head back, opening my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. I’m too far gone—too far into the universe—to have any real idea what I’m doing. How I’m reacting. All I know is that this is the best I’ve ever felt, each new thrum of ecstasy pushing me higher and higher.

Jace staying with me the entire time.

His mouth doesn’t leave me until I’m done. Until I’ve crashed back to earth, limbs complete jelly, my heart hammering against my chest like it’s trying to break free. Oh my stars…

Literally.

“You are so damn gorgeous when you fall apart,” he murmurs, sliding up my body to kiss me.

I pull him close, my fingers grasping onto his hair, wanting to taste him. Feel him. Crawl inside him and stay there.

I’m punch-drunk with pleasure, my breath still ragged. One thought blaring in my head.

I want to return the favor.

Now.

Pushing up, I drink Jace in. Still fully clothed, he stares back at me, proud as a peacock, licking his lips. Oh, buddy…it’s payback time.

“I think it’s my turn,” I tell him.

“You think so, huh?”

“Anything you can do, I can do better.”

Jace’s shit-eating grin grows, accepting my challenge. “I’d like to see you try.”

I’m gonna do more than try, sir…

“Maybe we should move this to my room…”

Reaching for his shirt, I start to tug at it, the soft cotton pliable under my fingers. It comes off easily, lifting over his head, revealing warm, tanned skin.

“Mama!”

Otis’s tinny voice comes through the monitor, making both of us freeze. I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’s really up, or if he’s just talking in his sleep. Could go either way.

“Socks…”

Yeah, he’s up.

I pull back, my son’s continued babble to his favorite toy a bucket of ice water on the moment. So much for moving this to the bedroom. For me getting my turn.

“Nap time’s over,” I declare, letting the sadness linger in my voice. I wanted more time with Jace—just the two of us—but we were on borrowed time to begin with. “I should⁠—”

“I got him.” Jace stands, grabbing his shirt and slipping back into it. “You bask in the afterglow for a minute. Maybe even go take a nice hot shower.” He leans down, kissing me softly. Gently. Like it’s an everyday thing. “Little Man and I will hang out in his room for a little bit. Give you a moment.”

Kissing me once more, he winks, then heads off down the hall. Leaving me and all my mixed feelings sitting here, naked, on my couch.

Only, my feelings aren’t so mixed. They are pretty clear.

I think I’m starting to fall for Jace.