I have no idea what time it is when I feel my bed dip behind me, the room still dark but for the sliver of light coming through the window. Rolling over, I can just make out Jace’s face in the dark, and I smile.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His voice is low and husky, and he sounds exhausted.
He slides his arm under my head and tucks my body into his, his lips coming down on my forehead. They linger and then he pulls away to kiss my mouth.
“What time is it?” I ask, unable to stop the yawn that comes out after.
“Just after two. Was everything okay tonight?”
“You wanting me to come over even though it was this late.”
I bury my face against his neck, and his arm comes around my back and holds me to him tightly. “I just missed my boyfriend. That all right with you?”
His chest vibrates with a chuckle. “Boyfriend, huh? Yeah, I’m real good with that.”
Closing my eyes, I inhale the smell of his bodywash, glad he’s in my bed. I sleep easier with him. Only two months and I’ve grown so used to having him with me most nights.
“Go back to sleep, baby.”
I don’t bother fighting it and do as he says, falling back into a deep sleep.
Waking up, the room is sunny and bright, and I find myself still wrapped in Jace’s arms. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I get a fabulous view of Jace in just a white T-shirt and navy boxer briefs. He’s still sound asleep, so I take the moment to just lie there and look at him.
He must have shaved before work yesterday, because there’s only the faintest layer of stubble on his face, and his blond hair is messy all over the pillow. He’s gorgeous, and all mine. Unable to resist, I lean forward to kiss his neck. When I pull away, I watch his eyes flutter open, a sleepy smile growing on his face.
“That’s my new favorite way to wake up,” he mumbles, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Morning breath. Let me go brush my teeth,” I laugh, trying to pull away from him, but he glides over me, pushing one of his legs between mine.
“Fuck morning breath.” Jace’s lips are back on mine in a second, but this time they’re more urgent and forceful, stealing my breath away with every touch. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open for him, gasping into his mouth when he gently thrusts his hips, his cock hard as hell and right where I need him to be.
Gripping his face, I lift my one leg that’s not pinned and wrap it around his back, digging my heel into his ass, needing him closer. Jace devours my mouth, not rushing any of his movements, his hips still rocking in tune with his tongue.
“Yeah, I know exactly what you need, sweetheart.” Burying his face in my neck, he trails his left hand down my stomach, leaving goose bumps as he goes. I expect him to tease me or make me wait, so when he yanks my underwear down my legs and immediately uses his thumb to work my clit, I cry out, back arching against his ministrations.
“Fucking soaked,” he grunts.
“I need you.”
I wind my arm around the back of his neck and kiss him roughly, nipping and biting at his bottom lip. Jace keeps our mouths fused while he fumbles to remove his boxer briefs, and then he leans over the side of the bed, coming back with a condom that he tears open with his teeth.
In seconds he has it rolled down his solid cock, and then he’s back between my legs and pushing inside me, both of us crying out into each other’s mouths. He begins a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against mine, my legs tight around his waist.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans loudly, his labored breathing matching mine.
“Harder, Jace. Please—” I break off when he does as I ask, changing the angle in his hips to rub across that spot inside. My back arches, and I bite the back of my hand as I come, the orgasm hitting me completely out of nowhere. My legs shake and I chant his name, his grip on my hips brutal.
“Christ, I’m coming,” he grits out, his head falling back as his hips punch forward, his movements becoming jerky and fast. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watch him bite his bottom lip as he climaxes. The low growl that comes out of him has me shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
When he’s spent, he drops down onto me and rolls us to the side. He brushes the sweaty hair off my forehead, and I start laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just that we only woke up about five minutes ago. That might be the quickest quickie in the world.”
Jace laughs, kissing me with a fierce intensity.
“You’re cute, Stella.”
“Yeah.” Wrapping his hand around my hair, he pulls my neck back and begins to kiss his way up. “I find it cute that you think I’m even close to being done with you.”
My desire for him immediately ramps back up, and after carefully pulling out, he hauls me up into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, where we don’t leave until we’re both completely spent. Hours later, I’m spraying some hairspray into my lightly curled hair. I fluff it up and look at my reflection in the mirror. I went for very light makeup, just mascara and a natural lipstick, and decided on a long navy skirt and a black tank top with thick straps. It’s early August, so it’s still hot out, but I want to look nice for meeting the parents.
I’m double-checking everything when I hear my front door open, which means Jace is back from running home to get changed. We spent most of today outside on my back deck, just talking and relaxing. After I got some coffee in me, I ran to the grocery store to get walnuts for the brownies, and I pulled them from the oven only an hour ago.
I’m spraying my favorite perfume on when Jace comes into the room in tan shorts and a white short-sleeved button-down, white Converses on his feet. He comes over to give me a kiss, and I groan when I smell his cologne.
“Do I look okay?” I ask, smoothing my hands down the front of my skirt.
“You look perfect.”
With another soft kiss, we walk from the room, Jace waiting for me while I slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops. After I lock up, we walk out to his car, and like always, he holds my door out, making sure I get in safely. Buckling my seat belt, I watch him drop behind the wheel, and he smiles that signature smile at me.
“Ready to roll, baby?”
Nodding, I reach out to settle my hand on his thigh, and he links his fingers through mine. Rolling the windows down, I enjoy the breeze blowing and smile over at him. I’m not even the slightest bit nervous to meet his parents, and when he assured me that Drew would also be there, that made me even more excited to be going. I’ve seen Drew a few times these last couple months, and we get along great.
Tonight is going to be amazing, I just know it.