Chapter 14 Presley #2
I reel backward, letting go of him like I’m dropping a hot potato.
Pure mortification washes over me, my cheeks starting to heat up, my lungs incapable of doing their job right now.
I need out of this truck. I need to run as fast as I can to my front door and then hide in my closet under a pile of clothes for the rest of time. I need—
“Oh no, you don’t.”
Jace’s voice is deep, heavy, and full of something I can’t name. Something that instantly lights a fire in me.
Just as quickly, his hands are back on me, hauling me across the flat seat and into him. This time when his lips meet mine, he’s ready. And he’s taking charge.
This man knows what he’s doing. His kiss is the perfect combination of soft and strong, the ebb and flow of his movements moving in time with my racing heart.
I give in, losing myself in the moment, getting lost in every little sensation.
His soft stubble against my cheek, the rough callus of the finger toying with the hem of my shirt, the sweet yet manly taste of him.
The taste that pairs so perfectly with his scent.
The one that is still all over my couch.
Jace shifts, centering himself on the bench, hauling me fully into his lap, never breaking our kiss. I settle, straddling him, feeling slightly cramped with the dashboard behind me, but at least it’s better than the steering wheel.
Hands gripping my hips, Jace yanks me down, making sure I’m squarely where he wants me, then starts to move his hands up my torso.
He slowly breaches the barrier of my tee, sending goose bumps up my flesh as his skin meets mine.
The featherlight touch is borderline chaste—light, teasing—but my body reacts as if it is a full-on pleasure assault. Fuck if I don’t like it.
If I don’t want more.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. Truly touched at all. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time. Certainly before Otis was born, but if I’m being honest, it was a long time before that too.
Slowly, Jace pulls back, his lips lingering on mine, stealing little pecks, as if he’s trying to get in every little bit he can before being cut off.
His breath tickles my skin, my lips swollen from all the attention.
I shiver, the sweet, teasing sensation too much, as I fight the elation bubbling up inside my chest like bubbles in a freshly poured Coke.
I’m not sure I can hold it back, the urge to let loose bursting underneath my skin.
So I give in.
Giggles erupt from deep down in me, spilling out of me like water rushing over a waterfall.
“What’s so funny?” Jace asks, his own smirk resembling the Cheshire Cat. The curiosity in his voice is endearing, leaving me feeling special. He asks like he truly wants to know, rather than use it against me somehow.
“We went from one high school fantasy to another,” I say, my giggles surrounding each word. “Making out in the driveway, my parents in the house, hiding in the shadows so we don’t get caught.”
“Great minds think alike.”
“Really?”
Jace waggles his eyebrows, that smirk turning even more mischievous. “Indeed. Although, here’s the thing, in my version of those fantasies, I did a whole lot more than kiss you.”
The inside of this truck is instantly a good ten degrees hotter than it was a second ago. Like someone cranked on the heater. Or maybe that’s just me, igniting.
“Tell me,” I say on a breathy whisper.
Digging his fingers into my hips, Jace shifts, jutting his hips forward so I can feel him. All of him. I squeak, his hard bulge hitting me in just the right spot. Grabbing ahold of his biceps, I squeeze, wanting him to know he can do that again. Should do that again.
“Well, darlin’, there are a coupla versions to pick from.” He slides a hand in between us, running it along the front of my jeans, stopping to toy with the button. “All of them start with us going out, having a good time, and me treating you like the princess I believed you to be.”
A single flick is all it takes him to undo the button, my waistband easing on my flesh.
Kissing me again, his hand keeps moving, lowering the zipper to the hilt.
My mommy tummy—as I call it—eases with it, no longer held in place by the stiff denim.
Years ago my tummy was flat and taut, but not anymore.
Now it jiggles, covered in tiger stripes, nowhere near as sexy of a sight.
Jace doesn’t seem to notice though, pushing straight past any of my secret self-consciousness, sliding a hand in between my jeans and panties.
“In some versions, all I do is walk you to your door, giving you a nice, sweet, goodnight kiss. Leaving you wanting more.”
Like right now.
Strong fingers dip lower, following the gusset between my legs. I’m already wet, the damp fabric now pressing against my skin a new tease all in itself. I move, circling my hips to try and meet his fingers—put them where I want them—earning me a chuckle.
And exactly what I’m looking for.
Jace’s middle finger zeroes in on the spot, tapping it lightly through the fabric, making me moan.
Slow circles are next, drawing out this insane pleasure he’s already evoking.
I’m already on edge, the tingle inside me growing by the second, and all he’s done is play with the crotch of my undies. He hasn’t even really touched me yet.
There’s no way I’m going to last when he does.
“However…” he continues, dropping his voice.
It’s deep, gruff, and barely above a whisper, but it does things to me I can’t name.
Like sending a whole new rush of wetness between my legs.
“Sometimes, we hung out a little while longer. Finding a dark corner so you could crawl into my lap—just like this—and I could make you scream my name.”
I’m half a heartbeat away from doing just that right now. Jace is about to get his wish.
That is, until he moves his hand.
I jolt, my eyes flying open, catching the lust-filled expression on his face. Oh, fuck me.
The same fingers that were in between my legs a few seconds ago are now toying with the lace on my panties. His skin is damp, no doubt from me, and warm against me as he breaches the lace. My breath hitches, and I hold it for a second, waiting on his next move.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined the sound of my name on your lips as you fell apart,” he confesses. “How many times I made myself come thinking about it.”
Ohhhhhhhhh…
Now I’m really on edge. Ready to fall at any second. I grip him tighter, trying to hold off, not wanting to collapse the second he touches me. Not wanting this to be over too soon. I want—
Bzzzzzz!
The piercing sound of the William Tell Overture slices through the air, with all the vigor and bravado the piece demands.
I startle, jumping backward—at least as much as I can in this tight space—hitting my head on the roof of the truck.
Jace grabs ahold of me, trying to stop me before I do it again, the shock on both our faces as clear as day.
I fumble for my phone, heart racing. I don’t know if it’s because of Jace, being startled, or something else, but there’s no time to worry about it. Because if someone is calling this late, that can’t be a good sign.
“Hello?” I answer without fully looking at the screen.
“Pres,” my mama’s voice chirps through the phone. “Sorry to disturb you. But I was just wonderin’ if that’s you in a truck out in the drive, or if I need to be worried that someone is stalking the house.”
Busted…
“Nope, that’s me. I…errr…Jace gave me a ride home and we were…” Shit…what were we doing? Oh, that’s right, not something I’m going to tell my mama about. “Talking about some work stuff. No need to worry. I’ll be inside in a minute.”
“Take your time, baby. We’re perfectly content to hang out ’til you’re done.”
Oh, we’re done. Did we finish? No. But we’re done. Because there’s no do-over on this kind of moment thanks to foreplay interruptus via one’s mother.
“Be right in.”
I tap the end button, heaving out a massive sigh. This could not have gone any worse. The last thing I needed was another reason to be embarrassed in front of Jace. Yet here we are. Add another tick into the Presley is a hot mess column.
“So much for not getting caught,” Jace jokes.
“To be fair, she did think we could be a stalker instead of up to no good.”
“I don’t know if that makes me feel better or not.”
Same, actually.
“I…I should go. Let them get home. We’ve all got work in the morning.”
Jace nods his understanding, but doesn’t hide his disappointment either. Can’t say I blame him. After all, I was the one who was ninety percent of the way to her first non-self-induced orgasm in years.
Sucking in my mommy tummy, I close myself back up and slip out of Jace’s lap.
It feels weird, cool air rushing around me, my hot skin prickling from the change in temperature.
Weirdness aside, I need to go. Need to make a quick exit so I can go hide in my shower and pretend like this never happened.
Like there wasn’t a part of me who was thinking she might have a chance with this man.
I reach for the door, my hand ready to pull the handle, but Jace stops me. His hand covers mine, pulling it off the door, still holding it as he sets it in my lap.
“Pres, what are you doing on Saturday?”
Saturday? Errr, ummm…laundry? Is that an acceptable answer? Wait, no, this Saturday is the Hickory Hills Fall Festival. I promised Otis we’d go. He’s been talking about Touch-A-Truck all week.
“Same thing as everyone else in this town,” I say, trying to be coy. “Hitting up the Fall Festival.”
“Can I take you?” His eyes are hopeful, making my pulse skip. “Please. Let me take you and Otis. I want to spend the day with you two.”
He wants to spend the day with us? Both of us?
I melt, the giddy feeling from earlier returning. This time, with a vengeance.
“It’s a date.”