Page 157 of Brooklyn Cupid

But Jace is so shameless in the way he studies me, so enthusiastic, so greedy for my body, that I want to contort to give him every inch of me.

“Just not right now, Jace. Please,” I exhale, so wanting to come. “We’ll do a study group later.”

He chuckles behind me. “I’ll be an A-student.”

His fingers between my legs apply just the right amount of pressure to prove the point, making me buck at him, wanting more.

There’s a sudden bright flash of light. The sheet above us is gone, and so is the feeling of Jace inside me.

His arms wrap around me, and in a second, I’m on my back, Jace on top of me.

“Hi,” he blurts with a smile, settling between my legs, and kissing me.

He’s slow and careful when he’s back inside me, but so intense. Too much like a book boyfriend. And too much is not enough. I want him everywhere.

“Jace…”

“Yes, baby.” He keeps thrusting. Keeps touching. Keeps kissing.

“I’m so close.”

“I know, baby.”

I’m pushing myself into him, wanting to take him all despite him being a little too big.

More. I want more. And not just his body but the feelings, the untamable need, the intensity of his eyes as he watches me reach my climax.

My breath hitches, and everything grows together inside as I reach the peak and Jace leans over, whispering words that make my head spin. Grunting into my neck, he collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him and hold him so close that I feel like we grow into one.

That’s Jace and me, the ridiculous couple that we are, joking as we have sex, teasing each other with silly things.

I slide out of bed.

“Coffee?” I ask, sauntering to the door.

He cushions his head with his forearm, studying me up and down. “Sure.”

For the first time, I feel totally at ease in my own skin. His eyes glide over my body with a wonder and appreciation that make me want to show off my nakedness.

The living room is littered with our clothes. I put on panties and a tank and make us coffee.

A minute later, he walks out only in his sweatpants.

It’s my favorite look of his. Shirtless, his tattoos on full display, his dog tag telling the story of his past that made him into this beautiful man who took my heart captive.

He comes up behind me and kisses my neck.

My phone rings and remains unanswered, then beeps with a text message, and I pick it up.

“Right, I promised,” I murmur as I read the text.

This is the wrong day and time. I have so many things on my mind. There’s an exhibit tonight, which, thanks to Jace and his distraction, I haven’t stressed over until this very moment.

“Jace?” I say as he steps next to me with a coffee in his hand.

His kiss on my shoulder makes me grin. I’m somehow dreading the rest of the day though I’ve been looking forward to it for months.

His eyes search my face like he can discern every little emotion on it. “What is it?”

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