The man taking our photo chuckles and holds out the camera. “Young love … It is a beautiful thing,” he says in lilted English.
I take the camera from him. “Thank you.”
He nods and heads off on his way again.
I glance up at Jace as I tuck my camera back in its case. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Exactly.” He winks, adjusting his beanie.
I finish with the case and lean into him. “That wasn’t nice.”
His eyes sparkle. “On the contrary, I think it was very nice.”
His eyes glance over me from head to toe and I shiver.
After Owen, I didn’t believe love lasted forever. I figured after so long, after it was no longer new, you’d grow sick of each other.
But Jace has taught me that it only gets better.
Each moment with him ignites butterflies in my stomach.
It still feels new and exciting.
It’s all still wonderful.
“Let’s go home,” I whisper.
His eyes flash with desire. “Fuck yes, it’s about time.”
We catch a taxi and the drive back feels like it takes forever.
The desire between us is pulsing, filling the small area of the taxi to the point of exploding.
When the taxi finally stops outside the flat Jace throws a wad of bills at the man, way more than he’s owed, and drags me out of the taxi into the building.
We stumble up the narrow staircase, leading to our second floor flat.
Jace fumbles in his pocket for the key and when he finds it the door swings open harshly, slamming into the wall.
The door closes behind us and I squeak as I find my back pushed against it.
Jace presses his lips to my mouth, pinning my hands above my head so I can’t touch him.
“Don’t move,” he warns.
I let out a sound of despair, desperate to touch him, but at the same time not being able to touch him makes my desire spike tenfold.
He glides his lips down my neck, to the top of my breasts, his tongue leaving behind a wet trail.
I whimper, my hands bucking against his hold, which only makes him tighten his grip. I’m not going anywhere unless he lets me.
“Nice try,” he whispers, his tone amused.
My heart thunders, threatening to gallop out of my chest.
He lets go with one hand, using the other to keep my hands above my head.
He trails the fingers of his free hand under my shirt, tracing around my naval, and I shiver. He smirks, liking the effect he has on me from such a simple thing. My body is desperate for his, for everything he can give me, and he knows it.