Chapter 4
Jace
“You good with whiskey?” I ask Willow as she steps into the kitchen. My eyes sweep across her body and land firmly on what it looks like she may not be wearing.
“I’m not picky, but can I have it mixed with something?” A smile tugs at my lips. The dressed-down version of her might be my favorite damn sight. Her hair is down, her face looks to be void of makeup, and she looks a hell of a lot more comfortable.
“Of course. Soda or juice?” While I walk to the fridge, my hand glides along her lower abdomen where a sliver of skin is showing, and sure enough, the lace bra she had on earlier is gone.
Willow’s nipples pebble into tight buds, and I watch as her eyes flutter closed.
The reaction her body has to me awakens my own, and not just my dick, either.
“Soda will work, but please let me. And the least I can do is make sides while you grill?” She moves right along with me, falling into step.
“Didn’t invite you over to put you to work, peaches.” The first thing I noticed when I met her was the scent of peaches—sweet, warm, and soft. I’ve yet to figure out if it’s her perfume or hair product, but whatever it is, it has me getting as close to her as possible.
Another reason why I showed her to my bedroom, because I want the faint sweetness to cling to me as much as possible. Even when she leaves, I’ll have a piece of her to stay with me.
Willow probably has no idea what it does to me. One day, she will.
“It’s a good thing I’m offering, then.” She moves in front of me and digs around in the fridge until she finds what she’s looking for: a soda, asparagus, butter, garlic, and then she moves through the kitchen until she finds the potatoes I placed on the counter.
“Garlic mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus okay with you, or would you prefer to grill them?”
“Next time you’re over, you can cook. Tonight, leave it to me.
” I move everything out of her hands and onto the counter, then wrap my arm around her waist, guiding her away from where I’m sure she’s ready to dive right in.
What it also does is give me a lungful of her intoxicating scent.
And when she turns around and looks up at me while her soft sweetness surrounds us, I’m left to do one thing and one thing only. “Tell me to stop, Willow, and I will.”
“I won’t, Jace. Please.” My hand closes around her wrist, pulling up until it’s placed on my chest, holding her there, not too tightly, just enough to hold her right where I want her.
“Fuck, peaches, been dreaming about what you taste like.” For a second, she doesn’t breathe.
It isn’t until her eyelids flutter closed that I move in, dipping my head and sliding my nose along hers.
I can feel the warmth of her skin, smell her soft scent.
I’ve spent the past couple of weeks wanting and waiting, wondering what this would feel like.
What she would feel like. And now I’m going to finally have her.
Maybe not what I’ve been fisting my cock to, but this is a close second.
I don’t ask for more permission, moving Willow until her back meets the fridge.
My eyes drop to her mouth while my other hand slides to her waist, feeling her soft skin beneath my palm, sliding upward until my fingers graze the underside of her breast. Sure enough, there’s not a scrap of lace.
My thumb slides over her taut nipple, and that’s when I take her mouth.
The first touch is slow, almost testing to see what she’ll give me.
A small moan is all the access I need, and then my tongue invades her mouth.
Hers slide along mind as her body presses closer, fingers digging into my chest, and the taste of her hits me a second later.
It’s better than I imagined. She’s better than I could have ever imagined. All the fantasies, all the heated looks I’d send her way when I walked past her doors, this is so much fucking better.
A low rumble leaves my chest. This is what I’ve been missing all along. This is what my friends have, what I was searching for when I didn’t even know it. I deepen the kiss and tighten my hold on her waist, continuing to cup her breast and pulling on her nipple.
“Jace, so good.” She arches into me, hiking her leg over my hip, and I help hold her steady by cupping the cheek of her ass.
“Fuck, peaches.” I pull back for a moment, wanting to see the heat in her gaze, to watch as her need takes over.
“Can feel you, can smell you. Take what you need, Willow.” My voice comes off a bit rougher than intended, but when I look into her eyes, I can tell she’s more than okay with where this is going.
I wedge my thigh between her legs, lowering her until she can use me, and while I’d love nothing more than for her to rub her hot center along my dick, this is for her, just for her.
“Jace.” Her chest heaves, her breathing comes out choppily, and I watch as she rides my thigh.
The downside of watching her get off, which isn’t too much of one to begin with, is that she has clothes on.
It’d be a fuck of a lot better for her without the extra fabric.
It’d also be a hell of a show for me. I’d get on my knees and use my mouth and tongue, flicking her clit, sucking on her lips, and driving my fingers inside her wet depths.
“Fuck yeah.” Now that I have her balanced, my other hand joins the fun. Her breasts are more than a handful, and her nipples are responsive as hell. Each tug, each pull, each pinch causes her hips to undulate, rocking back and forth.
“So close. God, I’m so close, Jace.” I take her lips in a bruising kiss, not because I want to swallow her moans. I want to have some form of her flavor on my tongue, and this is the best that will do for now.
We work together, her hips moving, my thigh pressing deeper, my fingers twisting her nipples, pulling on the taut tips rougher than before.
Willow’s response is nothing short of amazing.
The pain and pleasure I’m bringing her sets off her climax.
Her mouth rips away from mine, her head tips backward, elongating her throat, and I seize it as my opportunity to keep my lips on her.
I nip below the skin below her ear, sucking on it, and a rush of warmth meets me head on.
Her climax takes control, and her body jerks before a soft, “Jace,” whispers across the room like a prayer, one I intend on answering any time and any place.
“Beautiful, peaches.” My hands slowly glide down her chest, the tips of my fingers leaving goose bumps in their wake.
Her eyes are still closed, she’s still coming down from her orgasm.
Having her in my arms, her trust in me to give her this, well, I’m not going to break it.
All the screwing around in my past is done and gone.
The only one I want in my future is right in front of me.
Sure, she’s probably got more money than me, her name means a hell of a lot more in the grand scheme of things, and my job could absolutely be on the line.
I’ll face those problems head on if it means keeping Willow as mine.
“God, Jace. Wow, I really want to return the favor, but I don’t think I have the energy right this minute. Raincheck?” Her hazel eyes are lust-filled, and when she sends a smile my way, it hits me right in the chest.
“That was for you, peaches. You wanna repay the favor, I’m game whenever. Now, you ready to keep me company on the deck while I grill?” She gives me a small nod, a shyness coming over her suddenly. We’ll be coming back to that as soon as I’ve got her settled with a drink in her hand.