Page 51 of It's Complicated

“Too soon for the G-word?”

Jace smirks. “You mean only fifteen years later?”

I cross the last few steps between us and take him in my arms. “I’m so happy right now, Jace,” I whisper against his lips.

“Me too,” he replies and kisses me.

This kiss is different, slower. The spark of desire is still alive and kicking, but there’s more. Jace is no longer holding back, not now that he’s free to show me what he really feels for me. And I’m tempted to throw caution out the window and just tell him I feel the same… but do I? This is all so new for me, and I owe it to him and to myself to be 100 per cent sure before I say anything.

My body, however, has a completely different mind. Before I auto-combust, I pull back. “This is going to be hard.”

Jace’s smile is heart-shattering. “Welcome to my world.”

I change into one of his T-shirts and gym shorts and scoot into bed.

When Jace joins me under the covers, I ask, “Is spooning allowed?”

“Totally.”

I turn on my side, and Jace wraps his arm across my waist, his fingers gently circling my wrist. A tingle shoots up my arm, and I become hyperaware of every cell in my body that’s touching him. My skin is burning so hot I’m afraid I might catch fire.

Despite not wanting to lose contact, I turn on my other side and prop up on one elbow to hold up my head. “How are you not dying to rip my clothes off right now?”

A wicked, wolfish smirk curls his lips. “Oh,I am, trust me.”

“And where did all this self-control come from?”

“I had years of practice.”

I frown, confused.

“If you had to make an estimate…” he explains, “how many nights would you say you’ve spent in my bed since we met?”

I don’t know the answer, but I’m sure it’s a pretty high number. “A lot?”

Jace trails a finger down my arm, making me shiver. “What you’re experiencing now, I’ve felt every single one of those nights.”

“Then I guess this is all your fault.”

His eyes crinkle in mock outrage. “My fault how?”

“You should’ve seduced me a long time ago.”

“Seduced you?”

“Oh, come on, Jacey Pooh, we both know you’ve got game. If you’d batted your lashes and did that wicked bitey thing you did to my neck earlier, I would’ve succumbed in no time.”

Jace chuckles now. “Forgive me for not thinking of myself as someone women have tosuccumbto. And I’ve already told you, if something ever happened between us, I didn’t want it to be just physical.”

I puff air out of my cheeks. “You’re so romantically perfect, it’s disgusting. Turn around.”

“Why?”

“I’m spooning you instead.”

“Oh, so I’m the one who’s supposed to suffer now?”

“You’re more practiced, as per your own admission.”

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