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Sienna
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I stand silent in the circle of Jace's arms, while Natalie kisses me on my cheek. She flings her arms around both of us. Squeezes. Before stepping back.
"Guess that's our afternoon plans done then." She cries, voice ringing with delight. "I'm so happy for you Jace, you take good care of her now, you hear?"
Yeah right.
Behind me, Jace's muscles stiffen. "I know a good woman when I see one."
I want to elbow him in the groin. Instead, I content myself with digging my nails into the arm around my waist. Dig in with enough force, that I know it must hurt. But he doesn't flinch.
Annoying, macho man!
Blowing us a last kiss, Natalie flounces away.
I turn to him, mouth open, only to have his lips swoop down on mine again. A hard kiss. This one leaves me breathless.
"Don’t spoil it now." Jace growls in a low voice. "Save it for when we're back in our suite."
Pulling me against him, so there's no mistaking his desire throbbing against my waist, he lowers his lips. Thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. A third kiss that zooms straight to my knees, leaving them weak.
Damn him!
My fingers clutch at his shirt, helpless. He has me writing in a whirlwind of anticipation.
Then he pulls me along.
Arm slung around my shoulders in a gesture meant to look possessive but which leaves me effectively imprisoned.
A slow shiver of desire, of anger twines around me.
What. The. Hell.
He's manipulating me again, this time using his sexual pull.
Fuming, I force myself to move as Jace accepts congratulations from the hotel staff.
The nerve!
As we walk through the lobby, another couple walks down. The man nodding to Jace as the woman surveys me with frankly curious eyes.
An imp of mischief makes me turn my body into Jace, melting into him. Sliding my arm around his waist, I thrust my breasts flush against his side. Leaning up on tip toe to bite on his earlobe.
And am rewarded by a shudder that runs through him. His arm around my shoulders tightens and then I’m pulled along in double quick time.
As we near the short flight of steps leading to our room, Eric walks toward us.
I stiffen, wondering if I should ask him for help.
As if sensing my intent, Jace leans down—without slowing his steps—and says in a low voice, "Don't even think about it."
"You threatening me?" I bite out the words.
"If that's how you want to interpret it." He shrugs.
