Page 74 of The Wrong Play

“Danny who?” I shot back, breathless, taunting him, and his growl turned feral, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling harder, arching my back as he slammed into me, fast and brutal, the Jeep shaking with the force.

“That’s it,” he snarled, fingers circling my clit faster, rougher, sending sparks through me. “Say my name. Say you’re mine, Riley, or I’ll keep you edging until you beg.”

“Jace—” I moaned, my body betraying me, trembling on the brink, and he thrust deeper, hitting that spot again relentlessly, his breath frayed against my ear.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice breaking, hips jerking, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own edge, his fingers relentless on my clit, pushing me higher, higher. “You’re mine. Fucking say it.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I sobbed, shattering again as my orgasm crashed through me, sharper, hotter, a tidal wave that left me screaming his name, my body clenching around him, pulsing, shaking. He groaned, low and guttural, thrusting once, twice, then spilling inside me, hot and deep, his weight pinning me as he came, his hands gripping my hips like he’d never let go.

We collapsed, panting, tangled in a sweaty heap, his chest pressed to my back, his breath hot on my neck, the Jeep a sauna of fogged windows and wrecked leather. He stayed inside me, softening but still there, his hands sliding up my sides, tracing every curve like he was memorizing me. My knees ached, my body thrummed, and I couldn’t move. Aftershocks were rippling through me as his lips caressed my shoulder, soft now, almost tender.

“I’m pretty sure I know what heaven feels like,” he murmured roughly, rolling off me but pulling me with him, flipping me onto my back again. His hands framed my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, and he smirked, that smug, infuriating grin back in full force.

I glared, chest heaving, my skin slick and flushed, my body still humming from—three orgasms, maybe four, I’d lost count. “It doesn’t mean anything,” I said, but it was as weak as it had ever been. He laughed, low and rough, leaning down to kiss me slowly, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, claiming me all over again.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling back, his lips brushing mine, his voice a dark promise. “I’m pretty sure you’re done with that lie.”

Jace shifted and tugged me up, his hands roaming my body—my breasts, my hips, my thighs—like he couldn’t stop touching me, and I let him, too wrecked to fight. My sweater was gone, my bra shoved up, my jeans a crumpled heap on the floor, and I didn’t care. The heat of him, the weight of his stare, it pinned me there, raw and exposed. His fingers traced the marks he’d left, the bites on my neck, the bruises on my hips, and his smirk softened, just a flicker, into something almost…reverent.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered in a thick voice as he leaned down to kiss my throat, slow and deliberate, sucking another mark over my pulse. I felt the strange urge to cry because not once had anyone ever said that to me before.

I moaned as I tugged lightly on his hair. Jace pressed himself against me again, half-hard already, the slick heat of him brushing my thigh.

“Jace, I can’t…” I panted, but it was a lie, and he knew it, his hand slipping between my legs and the mess that was dripping down my thighs.

His fingers teased my swollen clit, light and maddening. I tensed, oversensitive, a whimper slipping out, and he grinned as he kissed me again, hungrily swallowing the sound.

“It will never be enough,” he said against my lips, his fingers circling slowly, building that heat again as his cock hardened fully now and pressed into me.

I didn’t answer him, because if I believed that…and it turned out to be a lie…

“You’re it for me, Riley St. James,” he murmured.

I growled at his ridiculous,thrillingwords, my hands gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in, and he laughed, dark and wild, thrusting in again—slow, deep, filling me until I gasped, my legs wrapping around him tighter, pulling him closer.

“Good girl,” he growled, moving now, steady and deliberate, each stroke stoking the fire as his fingers continued to work my clit. “Scream for me one more time, let everyone hear you.”

And I did. I screamed his name as another orgasm hit, slow and shattering, my body convulsing around him, and he groaned, following me over, spilling again, his hands clutching my hips, holding me there as we broke apart together. We stayed like that, panting, trembling, his forehead pressed to mine, sweat dripping between us, the Jeep a cocoon of heat and wrecked passion.

He pulled back finally, a soft smile on his lips as he swept a damp strand of hair off my face with a gentleness that didn’t match the carnage we’d made. His brown eyes—dark, stormy,endless—held me there, drowning me in something I wasn’t sure I could name.

“You ruin me, you know that?” His voice was raw, edged with something dangerously close to awe. “Every time. It doesn’t matter what I do, how much I prepare myself—I get near you, and it’s game over.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my throat.

Because I felt the same way.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes burning, stripping me bare. “I don’t think you understand, Riley.” His thumb swept over my bottom lip, a slow and deliberate caress. “How serious I am.”

A shudder rippled through me and my stomach twisted. “Jace?—”

His fingers tightened around mine. “You don’t have to say anything. Not yet.” His lips quirked, a shadow of a smirk playing there, but there was something softer beneath it. Somethingreal. “Just know, Riley—you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

My heart lurched, my breath stalling in my chest.

“And I would never lose my best thing.” His voice dropped lower, his forehead pressing to mine again, our noses brushing. “Notever.”

Something inside me cracked wide open.

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