Page 12 of Amor Prohibido

“Stick out your tongue,” I growled and lightly gripped her jaw.

With a gently coaxing squeeze, her mouth opened, and the tip of her tongue snaked out.

“Further.”

She stuck it out as if she was about to lick an ice cream. Without breaking eye contact, I ducked my head and ran my tongue over hers. A deep hum gathered in my throat as the sweet notes transferred from her mouth to mine.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

Lord have mercy on my soul, I am going straight to Hell.

And I’m going to enjoy the ride on the way down.

FOUR

JAX

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Jace’s as he ran his tongue over mine. My imagination ran wild with all the other magical things he could do with it. Our eye contact should have been awkward, but it pushed my arousal to new levels. Unexpected chemistry charged and crackled between us as he claimed my mouth with a kiss that had me clinging to his arms for stability.

Jace, the boy I grew up with, lit me up with the simplest of touches and had me craving more than I was entitled to. I’d gone from hating the man to lusting after him within the space of four hours.

My oh my, how he had changed. The shaved head was the most outwardly obvious, but there were other subtle changes: the broadening of his shoulders, the five o’clock shadow on his usually religiously shaved face, and a general air about him that seemed more mature. More…seasoned.And outright prohibido.

God forbid if our familias found out. Darren would unleash all the hounds of Hell on Jace’s ass, especially after the threats he issued the night Jace and I fractured our familias’ bond right down the centre.

I thrust my hips forward to meet the bulge in his pants, wantonly seeking friction to temporarily satisfy the ache between my legs.

Jace growled against my mouth as he roughly tugged down the front of my top, freeing one breast beneath my jacket. His touch fuelled my desire and damned the consequences.

Anticipation weighed between my legs, yet apprehension knotted in my gut. Not the unwanted kind, but the kind that came with converting someone who’d always been a brotherly figure into someone I wanted sexually. My hands slid from his biceps to his shoulders, then down his chest. Slowly, while working my mouth and tongue in sync with his, I gathered the bottom of his shirt in my hands and untucked it. As my fingers brushed his warm, taut lower stomach, a curse hissed from his mouth.

“Fuck, your fingers are cold, J.”

“Just be thankful I’m not touching your dick, then.Yet.”

A hiss wove through his teeth as he snagged my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged. “I’m not thankful at all. I need to be touching you as much as I need you touching me. This outfit has been teasing me all damn night.” He tugged at the front of my top again, freeing my other breast.

Burning desire had me breathless and panting. “I want you to touch me.”

“Iam.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I need to feel your fingers touch me… beinme.”

His sharp inhale caught in his throat, and he growled with impatience. “Where’s the fucking Uber?”

I glanced around. “We can find somewhere…”

“No. Absolutely not!”

Mercifully, the Uber rounded the corner and glided to a stop beside us. Jace wordlessly opened the rear door and motioned me inside. I slid across the back seat while giving the driver my address, and Jace climbed in behind me.

A low rumble sounded as his eyes undressed me, only to grow louder when I opened my little jacket to reveal my exposed breasts. His hand snapped out, fleetingly squeezing them before roughly tugging my top into place.

“J,” he warned, keeping his hand splayed across my cleavage. “Soon, sweetheart.”

The icy bite of winter lingering on his fingers sent goose bumps rippling across my chest and down my arms. I muttered a curse in Spanish and caught both Jace’s and the driver’s smile.

I linked my fingers through his and pushed them deeper into the canyon. “To warm them up,” I explained when Jace arched an eyebrow.

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