Page 45 of It's Complicated

Jace’s eyes darken, and he steps closer to me, his breath hot against my face. “What do you want from me?” he asks, his voice rough.

“I want—what if I don’t know what I want?”

His jaw sets. “Then that’s too bad, try to figure it out next time before you come after me.”

He makes to jerk his arm away from me, but I don’t let him. “Please Jace, don’t be like that, don’t be mad at me. I can’t stand it.”

His shoulders drop.

“I’m not mad,” he says, his voice softer now. “I’m just… frustrated.”

“Why are you frustrated?” I ask, looking up at him with wide eyes. My heart is racing, and I can feel my palms getting sweaty.

“Because I don’t know what you want from me either.” His gaze drops to my mouth, but he quickly looks away.

“Do you want to kiss me right now?” I ask, forcing myself to say exactly what I’m thinking.

His blue eyes X-ray me and he takes a step closer. “What about you? Do you want me to kiss you?”

I swallow and nod, giving him the honest truth.

He grimaces. “Why? For show? So everyone can see? So you can make Aiden jealous?”

Slowly, I shake my head. And to make it perfectly clear that I mean it, I pull him behind a corner where no one can see us. I lean my back against the dark walls of the club and give another little push. “Just for me.” And then I wait.

Jace’s eyes widen in surprise, then darken, then it’s as if a dam has broken loose.

His body slams into me, pressing me against the wall as he cups my face in his hands with contrasting gentleness. Then he crashes his mouth to mine, and it’s like fire blazing through my veins.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, this complete and utter abandon. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he devours me whole.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me while his hands trail down my body, gripping my hips as he presses himself against me harder. I can feel every inch of him and it’s not enough. I want more.

We break apart for a moment, gasping for air before he lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. I moan softly, arching into him as he works his way down.

“Tell me this is real,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice hoarse. “I want you so much it hurts.”

“It is real,” I manage to say with the last ounce of sentient thought I have before he kisses me again.

And it’s even more intense. He bites, sucks, and kisses me all the while whispering sweet nothings in my ears until I need to grab onto his strong, muscular shoulders for support because my legs won’t hold my weight anymore.

And then he kisses me some more.

We pull apart only when our phones begin to simultaneously vibrate in our pockets with a string of texts. It’s Aiden in our group chat.

From Aiden:

You guys

Kirsten organized this night for the members of the wedding party to mingle

You’re not mingling

I swear, if you’re somewhere in a dark corner making out that’s what I’m going to put in your wedding speech

Now, chop, chop

Get over here and mingle

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