Page 120 of The Wrong Play

“I’m sure,” I whispered, as I leaned in, kissing him again, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of trust into it. He exhaled against my lips, a shaky, relieved sound.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his voice gravel and silk as his lips trailed fire down my throat, nipping my pulse hard enough to make me gasp. My head tipped back as he kissed lower, hungry and relentless. He palmed my breasts, his thumbs flicking my nipples until they were hard points, and a spark of pleasure was shooting straight to my core.

I moaned, loud and unashamed, and his smirk was dark and wicked as his mouth descended, sucking one peak hard, his tongue swirling, teasing…driving me wild.

“Jace—” I whimpered, my hands fisting his hair, tugging as he devoured me, his teeth grazing just enough to sting, then soothing with a slow, wet lick that had me writhing beneath him. His fingers dug into my hips, sliding down to rip my leggings off with my panties in one rough tug so I was completely bare.

I was dripping, my legs falling open as I panted for him. My nerve endings ignited until it felt like I wasglowing. I clawed at his shoulders, pulling him back up, my lips crashing into his, tasting him as I ground against his hard body, desperate for more, for all he could give me.

He yanked off his sweats, and my breath snagged, a sharp, needy gasp as my eyes locked on his cock, heat surging through me.

It was always a treat when he didn’t wear briefs.

He was hard and thick, a gorgeous, pulsing promise in the half-light, and I bit my lip, my thighs clenching as a desperate ache flared deep in my core. My hands trembled, itching to touch, and I reached for his cock, my fingers grazing his hips, pulling him closer as my voice broke free, low and ragged.

“Come here,” I begged, a hungry edge to the whisper, and he obeyed, hovering over me, his body a scorching shield, his skin blazing against mine as he pinned me to the bed.

Jace’s mouth found mine in a fierce kiss. It was a clash of lips and tongues, and he devoured me, his groan vibrating through my chest. I arched up, pressing myself into him, my nails raking down his back, feeling the flex of muscle as he growled against my lips, the sound igniting me further. His hands gripped my waist, rough and urgent, and I shivered, bare and burning under his gaze, his brown eyes dark with lust, drinking me in like I was his last breath.

“My gorgeous girl.” His voice was a broken plea as his hands roamed over my skin, gripping my thighs, spreading me wider as he slid his dick against my thigh, hot and insistent. Every inch of him was a tease that made me ache.

I reached down, my fingers wrapping around his length—hard, velvet steel under my touch—and he hissed, a feral sound that sent a thrill racing through my insides. I guided him to me, rubbing his tip against my wet folds, teasing us both until I couldn’t stand it, until my hips bucked up, demanding him.

“Now,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with want, and he groaned, low and guttural, his hands clamping onto my hips as he thrust in, deep, hard…filling me in one fierce stroke that stole my breath. My head slammed back against the pillow with a cry.

“Fuck, Riley,” he growled, his voice rough and reverent, his hips snapping against mine in a rhythm that was wild and relentless. Every thrust was a claim, a fire searing through me. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his ass as I pulled him deeper.

I met him, thrust for thrust, our bodies slamming together in a desperate, perfect dance. Jace’s mouth found my neck, and he sucked hard, marking me, his teeth grazing my skin as I moaned,loud and free. The sound was raw and untamed as it echoed off the walls…a song I never wanted to end.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my hands clutching his shoulders, my body arching as he drove into me. His cock was hitting that spot deep inside that made my vision blur…that made sparks ignite behind my eyes. His rough fingers found my clit, rubbing fast and firm, slick with my arousal.

I shattered, a scream tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me—hot, blinding. My walls clenched around him, pulsing hard as I came, shaking and lost in the wildfire of us.

“Riley—fuck, that’s it,” he groaned in a broken voice. He kissed me, swallowing my cries as he thrust through my orgasm, dragging it out in a faltering rhythm, his hips jerking as he chased his own release. I clung to him, urging him on, and he growled, a primal, desperate sound as his hands gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise.

He slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he came…a shudder ripping through him, his groan loud and ragged against my ear.

We collapsed in a sweaty, trembling tangle as his weight pinned me to the bed. His chest was heaving against mine as we gasped for air, our breaths harsh and mingled in the quiet. Pressing his forehead to mine, he kissed me…slow and messy and perfect.

Jace’s hands cupped my face, holding me like I was fragile, precious, even after all that heat. “Riley,” he rasped in a hoarse…awed voice. “You’re—fuck, you’re everything.”

I shivered, every part of me still tingling as my hands traced his back, feeling the marks I’d left. I was shaky and sated as I smiled, my lips brushing against his.

“I love you,” I whispered. The words spilled out of me, soft…and true.

His groan was almost pained this time as he rolled us so that I was sprawled across his chest. His arms wrapped tight around me as his heartbeat thundered beneath my cheek.

“I love you, too,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, and I looked up at his face, only to grow wide-eyed as I watched a tear slide down his cheek. “Always.”

The word wasn’t just spoken—it was etched into the space between us, into the warmth of his body pressed against mine, into the quiet reverence in his eyes as he looked at me like I was his world. His voice, thick with emotion, wrapped around me like a vow, binding us tighter than anything physical ever could.

Another tear slid down his cheek, catching in the faint light, and something inside me clenched—something deep, something fragile, something I hadn’t dared to name before him. I reached up, brushing it away with my thumb, lingering, memorizing the way his skin felt beneath my touch, the way he didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away.

Jace Thatcher, reckless and untouchable to the world, was letting himself break for me.

I had never seen anything more beautiful.

My heart ached in the best way as I whispered, “Say it again.”

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