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“Jace?”
“Sweetheart?” I whispered.
“I don’t know what we are right now. I know I have no right, but…I just want to touch you.”
“You have every right. You’re the only one who has the right. Go ahead, baby. Touch whatever you want.”
“I like it like this…with you over me.”
“Then I’ll stay right here.”
“But I want to touch your skin.”
“Greer…we don’t have to do this right now. We shouldn’t. The last time…that shouldn’t have happened that way. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for so many things, and we need to talk about everything before we can be together again.”
“We can talk after. I need this, Jace. I need to touch you right now. I need you to show me that you still want me after finding out who I really am.”
Fuck.
I was up on my knees, T-shirt ripped off my head, and back in position in ten seconds flat. No longer sad, Greer’s eyes narrowed in appreciation of my body.
I wasn’t a gym rat. I lifted weights a few times a week, watched what I ate, but it was genetics. There were plenty of men out there with bigger muscles, but the way her hands danced down my biceps made me feel…wanted. Worthy. She smoothed her fingers back up my arms, studying one tattoo sleeve, then the other, before tracing my collarbone and each of my pectorals. Rubbing her thumb in circles over her namesake tattoo, she lifted off the bed and pressed a sweet kiss to the “G.”
I broke. As she settled back into place, I followed her body down, pressing my lips to hers. I kept my kiss sweet as well, even as I braced on my elbows and used my knees to separate her legs, spreading them wide.
Tangling my fingers into the hair on either side of her head, I held her in place while fusing my mouth to hers. Long, slow, drugging kisses had Greer wiggling her panty-clad pussy against me through my jeans, searching for friction. I rolled over onto my back in a single movement, taking her with me, giving her what she wanted.
Seated on top of me now, little yellow skirt barely covering what I could see were white lace panties, she found my mouth, bruising her lips in desperation while she ground on my cock.
I couldn’t hold back the groan as my denim-clad dick managed to land perfectly between the lace-covered lips of her pussy. But I didn’t make a move to get rid of our extra layers. I’d had no problem taking the lead with every other woman I’d been with. Preferred it, actually. But as strong as she appeared to everyone else, to me, Greer was fragile. Just an illusion of happiness. Every time I got too close, she pulled away. I knew in my head it wasn’t going to happen, but my heart felt like if I moved too fast, she’d disappear altogether, and I’d find myself alone in her bed.
“Jace!” she moaned, frustration coloring her tone. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sweetheart.”
“Then why aren’t you…you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” I smiled as her lips touched mine again. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Why aren’t you…going for it?”
I jackknifed into a sitting position, her still seated on my lap, our faces still inches apart. It’d been Greer’s idea to come upstairs, Greer’s idea to touch me, kiss me, wind me up. It’s not like I didn’t know that she was using me—at least temporarily—to push away the news she’d just received. But I just didn’t have it in me to stop her. I’d help her work through the news that Oren was her father later. In a few hours. Tomorrow. Next week. As far as I was concerned, we had the rest of our lives. But right now, she’d said she needed me to want her. I’d do whatever it took.
“Is that what you want?” I finally spoke. “You want me to go for it? You want me to go after you like you’re something I want?”
“Are you saying you don’t want me?” she teased, more proof she wasn’t thinking about anything but us, here, at this moment. “It kind of feels like you do.”
“Oh, I want you, sweetheart. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m about to show you how much.”
Greer’s green light turned me into an animal. Remembering what she said before about liking being covered by me, I quickly pulled her little white top over her head and unclasped her bra before once again reversing our positions so that I was on top of her. I didn’t stop, couldn’t wait a second longer to shuffle my body down, trapping her legs on either side of mine and putting my eyes directly level with her nipples. Pulling her arms tight to her sides with my hands, I balanced on my elbows, taking turns pulling one nipple into my mouth, then the other, while she could do nothing but writhe in place.
Minutes later, her mewls louder, her body restless for more, I stopped to shed my pants and boxers before unzipping her ridiculous skirt at the side and pulling it and panties down her long legs. There was no better feeling, literally no better feeling in the world than Greer’s skin against mine—a romantic thought considering what I was about to do next.
I crawled back up Greer’s body until my thighs framed her beautiful face. She looked at me from between my muscled thighs and smirked.
“You certainly have my attention,” she said in her clipped, I’m a big-city-newspaper-reporter voice. “Whatever are you going to do now?”
“I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to do it.”
