Laughing, I run my hand over his stubbled chin. “Sounds like a plan.” I kiss his jaw and breathe in his sexy citrusy cologne. I wish I could capture tonight and relive it over and over again.
I know that song isn’t the same thing as him telling me he loves me, but it’s still significant. “Firefly” means something. I’m not going to listen to the cynical voice I let take over my life after my ex dumped me. I’m going to believe that Jace and I have a real shot at working out. We might have opposite personalities and enjoy different things, but like a Venn diagram, we have places where we overlap, and I’m going to focus on that.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. “For the record, I’ve never brought a woman here.”
Smiling, I nip his bottom lip. “You’d better not have, or else…”
He laughs and pulls me into his lap, so I’m straddling him. “Or else?” His hands run up the back of my thighs.
“Or else I won’t do that thing you like.”
With mirth in his eyes, he rubs his nose against mine. “You’ll have to be more specific. There are lots of things you do that I like.”
I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but Jace has a way of getting me to do and say crazy things. “It involves me choking on your favorite large appendage.” He snickers and yanks me flush against his hips, where Moby Dick greets me. “Speak of the Devil. There it is.”
Laughing, we tip over and roll onto the bedding. He pulls up over me, settling between my legs. “Hi, pretty girl.”
“Hi.” I rake my fingers through his thick hair. “This is really nice. Being out here, alone with you.”
He kisses me long and slow and sweet, drugging me in the best way. In between kisses, he mumbles, “Don’t get me wrong. I love having my daughter on tour with me, but I’m really fucking excited to have a night off.”
“Everyone needs a break sometimes.”
He’s nibbling down my neck when he stops. “This ain’t right. I’m supposed to wine and dine you before I get into your knickers.”
A shy smile spreads on my lips. “Pretty sure you’ve already ruined myknickers.”
“Really?” His eyes grow heated. “You’re wet?”
“Maybe you should check.” Librarian Rory would’ve been mortified by this moment, but I’m learning I’d rather face life head on than be scared or ashamed. That means taking what I want—and I want Jace. I let my knees fall open, loving howquickly he reaches between my legs. I barely hold in a moan when he sneaks his hand into my panties.
“Baby, you’re soaked.” He drags the wetness up to my clit and circles my swollen flesh.
“You do that to me,” I admit on a pant. “Sometimes for no reason at all.” The man must have powerful pheromones.
He bites my neck, not too hard, just enough to make my pulse race, and I shiver. But then he nips my ear. “When you come tonight, I wanna hear it. Don’t hold back.”
I nod, understanding. I always have to cover my mouth on the bus so we don’t wake up Layla.
Leaning back, he takes me in. “Your little tank top is killing me. Can you pull it down?”
Jace is a boob man, and he makes no secret of how much he loves my pair. I pull my shirt over my head, which leaves me in a demi lace bra I bought a few weeks ago. It pushes up the girls. With a shimmy, I laugh. “What do you think?”
“Holy shit, your tits are gorgeous.” He presses his face between them, and I laugh harder.
But then he starts stroking me again as he sucks my nipple through the lace, and the laughter dies on my lips because everything feels so good. “Jace.”
“Not yet.”
“I need to come.” Arching beneath him, I spread my legs, and he takes the hint and presses a finger inside me. “More.”
That gets me a second thick finger, and I shiver and grip his shoulders. “Can you take three?” he asks, his voice gruff.
We’ve always only done two. “Go slow.” Because I’m intrigued. But then he removes his hand, and I gasp. “Where are you going?”
“I wanna watch your pretty pussy stretch around me.” Then the dirty boy slides down between my thighs, yanks off myundies, and pushes up my skirt. “Who am I kidding? I wanna taste you too.”
“Wait, you’re wearing too many clothes. I shouldn’t be the only one half-naked here.”