Page 70 of Jace
“Fuck, sorry,” I apologize for what seems like the millionth time. “I should've helped with that.”
“You did, actually. Help with that,” he smirks at me, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, which is barely visible in the dimmed light of my bedside lamp.
“Oh? How exactly?” I ask, letting my hand slide lower over his ungodly muscles, making him shiver.
He looks adorably flushed at my question, and I raise my brows.
“Well?” I press. “Now I'm getting curious.” Throwing my leg over him, I push myself up to hover over this sexy man, who is biting his lip way too hard. “What did you do?”
He inhales a shaky breath. “Let's just say that I love Google. And that I think those modeling jobs you did before you came here sure earned their money's worth.”
I grin wickedly at that and press my groin down just that tiny bit. Yeah, he's already hard alright. “You jerking off on my pictures then?”
Ty grabs my sides and lets out a low groan. “What if I did?”
Letting my forehead drop to his, I shudder. “Fuck, don’t say that.”
“Why?” he asks, his fingers exploring my muscles ever so slowly.
And oh fuck I'm gonna hate myself for this, but it takes all my willpower to roll off of him again and keep my hands to myself, rubbing them in my face. I can't. I fucking can't. I won't fuck this up.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, now the one who is popped up on his elbow, hand onmystomach.
I peek between my fingers.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” I admit.
“I know.” He smiles down at me, fingers now trailing curiously over my upper body, his eyes following his own movements with interest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “You were supposed to be an error, but I'm thinking that maybe you're an upgrade.”
And oh fuck, if I don't melt into the mattress, smiling dopily up at him, I'm sure I look like a stoner.
But he kisses me anyway.He’skissingmeagain, and I push a hand in his hair, moaning at the touch of his lips.
He leaves it at that, not deepening it further, and I hold his head just that fraction longer, nudging his nose with mine, which rewards me with that soft gasp again.
“So, talk some more, right?” he rasps.
I nod. “Yeah. Should be wise, right?”
“So hit me.”
I inhale a breath to center myself and do as he says. “Do you really want me?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. “Do you want me?”
“For quite some time now, yeah.” I admit, cheeks burning. “Are you not confused about anything?”
He shakes his head. “Not anymore. Last week? A bit. But now?” He gives me a nose nudge this time before he nuzzles his face in my neck. “Yeah, pretty damn sure.”
I can only smile at the ceiling, but I have to ask the most important question before this can go any further. “I'm not– I mean I want to know if I– Fuck.”
I avert my gaze, but he lifts his head again and makes me face him, his hand now on my throat, making me drown in those molten eyes. “Ask me.”
So I let it out, that one stupid thing that's on repeat in my brain. “I need to know if it's foolish to hope.”
He furrows his dark brows. “To hope for what?”
“To hope for you.”
