Page 60 of Jace
“And?” She tilts her head.
“And I’m dying for your perfect little tits. Saliva is pooling in my mouth.”
She laughs, lifting her camera, aiming it at me again. “Say titties.”
I caress her hips, smiling. “Torture.”
She presses the shutter but doesn’t lower her camera. “God.” She sighs softly. “Jace, you’re so beautiful.”
No, my world is beautiful with her in it.
Tonight, I left Earth and landed in ecstasy. I knew that finally kissing Vivian would redefine my existence. But I never suspected I wouldn’t want to exist without her.
Watching her come was all it took.
It’s not just the sexiest damn sight of her almost-nude body teasing my dick to death. It’s how I can lie here and feel her giving to me as much as I want to give to her.
Carefully, I take her treasured camera. Setting it on the nightstand beside us, I reach for her next.
“No,you’rebeautiful.” I pull her into a kiss.
I’ll never stop fucking kissing her.
Vivian Tate tastes like marshmallows, miracles, and the mother of my children. I can feel it every time our breaths combine.
Her soft moans into my mouth are my new obsession. We’re going to be one of those obnoxious couples sucking face on the sidewalk. John Q. Public can kiss my smitten ass; I have a woman I want to satisfy every fucking minute I’m alive.
Like now.
Using my strength, I flip her over, our moaning mouths fused, our tongues dancing. My dick doesn’t know it can’t stay hard forever. Not with the way she opens her thighs for me and sighs with such need. “Jace.”
“Goddamn, Vivian.” I huff into our kiss. “How are we on that slow thing? Making any progress?”
She giggles against my lips. “Okay, big guy. Let’s catch a breath.”
“Who needs to breathe when we can fuck?”
I’m just trying to make her smile. Like that. Then, I brace on my hands and take in everything I adore, everything I’ll kill for.
A woman like Vivian is why men wage wars and proudly buy tampons. “God.” I sigh softly. “Vivian, you’re so beautiful.”
She traces my nose. “Sounds familiar.”
“Sounds true.”
She tickles her fingertip over my lips. “Can we do that whole more explaining things now?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I lie down and nestle in beside her, propping my head in my hand so I can take stock of my new possession. Because—write this down—I’m never letting Vivian Tate go.
She stares at me in wonder. “Gosh, where do we start?”
“With lube, and I swear we’ll make it fit.”
“Jace.” She laughs, slapping my pec. It’s cute.
I’m so fucked and in love, asking, “Question is, will we need condoms?”
