I don’t hesitate. I slide my fingers beneath his t-shirt and slide it up, up, up, and he lifts his arms, helping me remove it. With desperate fingers I reach for the button and zipper on his jeans. He makes a noise in his throat as I push his jeans down and then kicks his boxer briefs off before I even have a chance to get to them.
Before he presses into me, he stares at me as if contemplating something. Finally, he blurts, “No condom this time?”
I realize he’s giving me an out if I’ve changed my mind. It warms my heart at his thoughtfulness, because he did bring up having a baby pretty much out of nowhere. But I didn’t lie when I agreed. This feels right.
“No condom.”
“This is going to be the best thing that ever happens to us, I promise you,” he says softly.
He pushes into me then and I gasp. “Jace,” I breathe.
He kisses me in order to silence me.
He thrusts in and out, slow at first, and my hips rise to meet his.
He presses his face into my hair and then moves his lips down the place where my neck meets my shoulder.
I push at his chest, getting him to roll over so I’m straddling him.
He looks up at me as I roll my hips against his. I grow frantic, unable to match his slower pace.
I press my hands to his solid chest, my dark hair sweeping forward to form a shield around us.
He grabs my chin, and I lean closer, allowing him access to my lips. He kisses me softly, but then I yelp when he bites my lower lip, he lets me go with a grin.
“Confession, I want you to feel me everywhere tomorrow. I want to be the only thing you think about.”
“Confession,” I whisper in his ear, my chest pressed to his, “you already are.”
He groans. “Fuck, I love you.”
I silence him with a kiss like he’d done with me.
He rolls me over, pinning my hands above my head. I gasp, my breath stolen from the fast movement.
“You make me crazy,” he breathes.
I smile, because the feeling is completely mutual.
But I like our crazy. It makes life interesting.
Nova
I turn from side to side, appraising my outfit, the third I’ve put on.
“Nova,” Jace groans, “you’ve looked beautiful in everything. Let’s go. Who cares what those people think of you?” he questions, referring to Owen’s parents.
“I don’t really care,” I defend. “I want them to see how well I’m doing despite their wickedness, so they can suck it.”
Jace chuckles at that, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, exposing the tattoos that color one arm.
He moves in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and kisses my neck.
“They don’t deserve to know or think anything about you. They lost the right to judge you—good or bad—when they abandoned you and forced their son to do the same. You’re so much better than them.”
I sigh. “How is it you always know the exact right thing to say?”
He grins. “I’m fucking brilliant.”