Page 103 of Touch Me

“Fuck, Jace.”

“I knew you would taste good.” This is the first time I’ve tasted her, and now I’m wondering why I waited so long.

Her hips find a rhythm, and Cassie grips her tits. The sight has my dick seeping in my pants. She clenches around my fingers when I curl them and stroke her inner walls. Her movements become erratic when I suck her clit into my mouth, pulsing around my fingers as she clamps her thighs to my head. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she rides out her orgasm, her body melting into the bed as I climb up her body, pushing her knees up with my forearms.

“You might have to carry me into the bathroom. I don’t think I can trust my legs after that.” She smiles and runs her hand down the side of my face.

“No. No bathroom. No water.” I line myself up to her heated entrance. “Just you and me.” I push in, find her hot and wet, and she wraps her legs around my back as I lean over to touch her face. “I don’t know when it happened, probably long before tonight, but I fell in love with you.” I smooth her hair off her face as I slowly rock in and out.

“Jace.” She grabs my face and pulls me down for a kiss. “I love you too.”

And for the first time in my life nothing hurts.

TWENTY-EIGHT

I SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO THIS

“You ready for this?”I ask Jace as we walk out of the building for the two block walk to his birthday dinner at Knockouts.

His birthday is this Saturday night but, per his request, we came on a weekday so it wouldn’t be too busy. I can’t imagine Wednesday nights getting too wild at a little local bar.

I reach for his hand and he grabs mine as we walk. I smile at him, knowing how hard he has to work for this. Some days it’s easy, seamless even, some days he struggles. But he’s always willing to try.

Something isn’t right.

His grip is too tight, like he’s forcing it. And his thumb is twitchy against my palm. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

I look down at our joined hands and his eyes follow mine. He pulls his hand free and rubs it through his hair.

“I’m sorry. I think I’m just anxious. I feel jumpy.” He clasps his hands behind his head and stops in the middle of the sidewalk.

“We don’t have to do this. I can call Jess and we can go home and order in. It’s no big deal.”

“No. I can do this. I want to do this. I want to be able to take you out. Go to dinner. Have a drink.” He starts pacing a circle in the pavement. “I should be able to do this,” he whispers, and I know I’m not meant to hear.

“Hey, listen. You should know this already, but I don’t need any of that.” I keep my distance and let him pace.

“I know you don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to give it to you.” He runs his hands down his face and outwardly sighs.

“Jace, you’ve given me enough. I have everything I need.”

He stops pacing and drops his hands. “Why are you so perfect?”

“Oh honey, I’ve just been hiding the crazy until you’re in so deep you don’t have a choice but to love me.”

He grins and walks up to me, shoving his hands in my jacket pockets. “Is that so?”

“Yep.” I raise up on my tiptoes and plant a peck on his lips.

“How long do you figure that’ll take?” He takes his hands, still deep in my pockets and wraps them around me, pulling me flush against his body.

“Let’s see, by my calculations,” I trace my finger in the air as if I were doing math, “any day now.”

“You’re fucking cute, you know that?” He pulls me in tighter, and I can feel his hardness against my stomach.

My face instantly heats and a small moan escapes my mouth. Our eyes meet and now he isn’t the only one that wants to bail on dinner and go home.

“What were we talking about?” I clear my throat and try to shake off the arousal pumping through me.

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