Page 16 of Imagine Me and You

“Yeah, well, you could use a little push, Jace,” she said, pushing her butt against him again. “Lord knows you don’t get challenged enough.”

“You don’t think?” he asked, his hold tightening on her, bringing him harder up against her ass and no, that was not a belt buckle.

“No,” she said, her throat tight.

Good. Lord. Jace was hard for her. And what was she supposed to do now?

Ride him like you’re not saddle sore!

Her inner hedonist was quick with an answer, while that ever more cautious part of herself whispered “doom” on a low hum in the background.

He lifted his hand, his thumb and forefinger bracketing her jaw, and he turned her head gently, so she could meet his eyes. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think.

All she could do was want. She’d wanted him before, but not this badly and not when he was standing so close.

It was a recipe for disaster. Or tasty physical cake...

No. Disaster.

But he was looking at her, and his fingers were rough against her skin. Masculine. It had been a long time since a man had touched her. It had been...neversince it had excited her so much. His jaw looked...scratchy. A full day’s growth on his skin, dark and...and rough...and masculine. She’d thought all those adjectives already. But it’s because they were so true.

He pulled her closer, one arm still partly around her front and holding the sprayer, his cock getting harder at her back.

She couldn’t help it. She moved against him. Not an accidental wiggle. A full-on, intentional arch against him. Oh. Yes.

And then her lips parted, her eyes dropping to his.

Kiss me. Please kiss me.

And her silent prayer went answered.

Because then, suddenly, andfinally, Jace was kissing her. His lips were firm, purposeful, expert. And he smelled like him. He smelled like home. Spices, familiar and exciting at the same time. Like leather and sweat. Like Jace.

She couldn’t get close enough to him.

She turned fully in his arms and he dropped the shower head, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her hard against his body.

“Yes,” she whispered, parting her lips for him.

His tongue slid against hers, the friction sending her to the edge, the pleasure radiating deep inside of her. She ached. Everywhere. Her breasts, the apex of her thighs. If he actually touched her anywhere she might explode. Right now, his hands were on her lower back and he was just kissing her lips, but she felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, sifting her fingers through his hair, kissing him back. Hard.

He growled and backed her up against the wall. She arched against him, trying to fit that tempting ridge of his arousal just where she needed it. She was a little too short to manage it.

She gave up for the moment and put her hands on his chest, skimming them over his body. He was as hard as she’d always imagined, his muscles clearly defined, even with the wet T-shirt fabric stretched over his skin.

Oh no, the fabric wouldn’t do.

She ran her fingers down to the hem of his shirt and pushed them underneath, coming into contact with his skin. Lightning zipped from her fingertips through the rest of her body. He was so hot. And she was so hotforhim.

There was no time to think or measure what response her actions might get. Measure what kind of consequences they might have.

And then her shirt was gone, so fast she hadn’t realized he’d made a move for it. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, her collarbone, his teeth scraping the delicate skin there.

The water was still running into the bathtub, hot now, steam filling up the small room. Or maybe that was just them producing the steam. It was entirely possible.

She was mindless, but she knew it was Jace. It was the fact that it was Jace that made it so hot. That made it so perfect.

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