Page 58 of Amor Prohibido

I kissed him for all it was worth. Sloppy and urgent, demanding and reckless. We couldn’t devour each other fast enough. Jace’s fingers bit into my ass and with each tug of my hips toward his, he thrust up with a cadence that had my head tipping back.

“Fuck, J. Fucking Christ,” he growled through gritted teeth.

A sharp sting to my nipple pulled a cry from my open mouth, yet I held Jace’s head to my chest and urged him to keep sucking. He grunted as his tempo increased. His pelvis brushed my clit with each thrust, and I arched my back to ride him hard as my orgasm kindled.

“Shit, you’re getting tight.” Four hissed words gave way to a primal moan as his orgasm hit out of nowhere.

His release had me scrambling and desperate for my own. I leaned back in his arms and rubbed my clit, panting breathlessly, then finishing with a satisfied cry.

“You own me, sweetheart,” Jace murmured while smoothing his hands up my back.

He cradled the back of my head and lingered kisses on my parted lips. Our foreheads met. Our exhales combined. Our eyes snagged, and his held a thousand emotions that spoke directly to my heart.

At that precise moment, still sheathed around his shaft, I fell for him completely.

TWENTY

JAX

After our shameless sex on the bathroom floor a couple of weeks ago, Jace and I more-or-less returned to our status quo. Despite giving into temptation that afternoon, we hadn’t got physical again since. Sure, there were lingering touches, tender moments, kisses before bedtime, but we were both holding back.

Late at night, I heard the floorboards creak just as I was drifting to sleep. A large, shadowy figure filled the doorway.

“Sweetheart?” Jace whispered softly.

“Fuck, you gave me a fright! What are you doing?” I hissed and reached to turn on the bedside lamp.

He blinked rapidly against the sudden brightness and held up his hands. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I’m cold.”

I ran my eyes over his long-sleeved thermal, beanie, sleep pants, and socks, and scoffed. “Do you need extra blankets?” I moved to climb out of bed, but he stopped me.

“No. I… um. I was wondering if I could bunk with you?”

“Jace…”

He snapped up his hands again. “I won’t try anything, I promise. Besides, even if I wanted to, my fridge of a room has made my manhood shrink right up to my chin.”

“Gee, thanks for the visual.”

He chuckled, though his eyes pleaded.

I huffed, then caved far too easily.“Fiiiiiine!Hands and dick to yourself. I’m tired and will unapologetically inflict pain if you go wandering.”

He whooped and dove over me, threw back the covers and wriggled in, all the while bouncing me around like a pea in a hurricane. He hunkered down on his side facing me and pulled the blankets up around his ears. The goofy grin on his face melted what little annoyance I had.

Rolling my eyes to hide my amusement, I looked down at him from my sitting position. “You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?” He started to protest. “Nope, wasn’t a question,” I cut in.

“Just hurry up and lie down, sweetheart. I need to soak up all that warmth you’re emitting.”

“I feel used,” I joked, reaching for the lamp nevertheless, then slid back down under the blankets.

It took a few minutes for my eyes to re-adjust to the darkness. When they did, I looked in Jace’s direction and caught the gleam of his open eyes as he watched my silhouette. He hummed low in his throat and moved closer, snuggling into my side.

The moment his palm touched my thigh, I tensed. “Don’t push your luck.”

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