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His aggressive kisses were anything but. Face flushed, lips swollen, my physical body was ready, but my mind hovered above us. Objective. Emotionless. He hadn’t come back to check on me last night. I hadn’t seen him in twenty-four hours. Where had he been? What was more important to him than me?
Jace grasped the bottom of my sweatshirt, and I raised my arms above my head so he could peel it off. Sweatshirt still in hand, he yanked his polo over the back of his head and dropped both pieces of clothing on the floor. I automatically placed my palm on the “G” on his right pectoral while he carefully picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and burying his mouth and stubbled jaw in that secret spot where my neck met my shoulder.
Two nights ago, the last time I’d pressed my naked torso against his warm one, things were different. Reverent. Now Jace’s hands on my body weren’t reverent—they were desperate. Something had changed between us, and even my chemically muted emotions couldn’t keep me from feeling like we were trying hard to make things okay. But they weren’t. I should stop this, but I was desperate to pretend too.
He lowered me to the bed, swiping the satin cups of my bra aside to swirl his tongue over one nipple and then the other, grinding his hardness against me until my hips were bucking up to meet him. He peeled my leggings and panties off together in one smooth motion before flipping me over and pushing me, so my ass was in the air and my face on the bed.
“I’m not going to last very long if I’m watching you,” he gritted out, groaning as the head of his cock breached my folds.
My body cooperated. I was wet enough to take him. The slight burn of him pushing his way in and the smooth plunge against my G-spot gave way to a white-hot pinprick of pleasure. Soon, the pleasure spread, and I could forget everything—my entire life reduced to a single dandelion pappus floating through a storm.
“Oh, fuck,” Jace panted above me. “So. Good. So. Good. So. Good.” His syllables matched his thrusts until he emptied himself inside me.
I felt warm, languid as I lowered myself to the bed, anticipating the feeling of him crawling in behind me, kissing my shoulders, and pressing his body into mine while his breathing leveled out again. We just needed time to reconnect, to put everything that had happened yesterday in perspective and make a plan to move forward. Together. And I needed to get off this damn drug.
But none of that happened. I looked over my shoulder to see him picking his slacks up off the floor.
“Are you leaving?”
“I’m sorry—I can’t stay tonight.”
I watched him dress, wanting to pry, wanting to ask him what was so important that he couldn’t stay over. It felt wrong that he was leaving me again so soon, but I didn’t feel upset. I let it go. Dressed now, he walked over and placed a hand on my bare shoulder.
“Can I get you something…for the…mess?”
What a fucking prince.
“No,” I said tightly. “It’s fine. Just go.”
“You know I wouldn’t be leaving if I didn’t have to.”
“Why do you have to?”
“You know,” he said, the muscle in his jaw ticking, “I could tell you, but since you didn’t even have the decency to tell your…me…that you were experiencing an acute mental health breakdown, I think I’m allowed a little privacy too.”
“Fine. But before you leave, can I ask you a question without you getting upset?”
“Depends,” he said cryptically, his body already stiffening.
“I was wondering if you knew anything else about Danny.”
“Amato? What about him?”
“Did he die from his stab wounds, or…?”
Jace blew out a long breath. “No, actually. Any chance we could talk about it later?”
“Just tell me now. I think under the circumstances, it’s the least you can do.”
His jaw tightened again as his gaze roamed my face. Did he think I couldn’t handle the truth?
“You already know Amato missed his meetings with me and Eugenia on the night he died,” Jace finally said. “According to the Medical Examiner, he died of blunt force trauma.”
“But…that doesn’t make sense. He was in the river. He was stabbed. Or maybe he drowned?”
“He was on the bridge,” Jace said slowly, waiting for me to connect the dots.
“He was on the bridge…”
