Shaking my head while the blush covers my face, I kiss my uncle on his cheek and let him lead us outside.
Ignoring the glances and smirks being thrown our way, I turn to say something to Jace when I catch the satisfied grin on his face.
“Ugh.” Rolling my eyes, I snatch my hand from his and head to the table that’s been set up with the cakes that I’ve made—red velvet, chocolate, vanilla and strawberry.
“We need to sing Happy Birthday,” my uncle suggests.
“No way. I’m too old for that.”
“Oh don’t be silly. Jace, you go and stand with her.” He turns to the others. “If you want cake, then you have to sing for it.”
While everyone starts to sing ‘Happy Birthday’, much to my embarrassment, Jace chuckles against my ear. “I can’t keep my hands off you—your sexy body.” His palm caresses over my bottom when he pauses, and announces quietly, “Fuck, you don’t have any—” His fingers rub between my buttocks, making me want to spread my thighs and let him touch me.
“You need to stop,” I whisper.
He turns into me, “Good idea,” although he stays where he is.
With slight movement, I feel the ridged length of him against my hip. “Told you it was a good idea to stop.”
Hearing a throat being cleared, Jace grins as we turn and face my uncle.
“Please cut the cake, Savannah… Geez, a man could starve waiting for you.”
“Uncle Ned, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have the cake to begin with.”
“Oh stop being difficult.” He waves his arm around, and passes me a knife.
He reminds me of a child whose been told that he can have a treat of cake and juice, which is why I respond, “You’re acting like a five year old.”
Cutting up each cake in turn, I notice that the plate in my uncle’s hand has a slice of each on it. As I cut the last
one, I watch as he helps himself to another slice.
I seriously don’t know where he puts it, or how he can eat so much without wanting to puke.
“I’m going to take the knife back to the kitchen.” I take hold of Jace’s hand and pull him with me. “I need help washing it.”
My uncle doesn’t pay any attention as we disappear into the house, and only a couple of people watch our retreat.
Inside, I rinse the knife and place it into the dishwasher before I finally turn and face the deliciously hot guy standing not too far away.
Leaning against the countertop, I cross my ankles and ask, “What now?” I’ve never felt so up in the air with a relationship before, and need to know what’s next.
Jace frowns. “I obviously wasn’t clear in the garage.” He steps toward me. “I want you as my girl, exclusively.” He kisses the tip of my nose while caging me in against the counter. “You’re my girlfriend, Savannah, and I’m your boyfriend.” His grin widens. “We might be adults, but that’s what we are… Do you have a problem with that?”
My mouth has gone dry and all I can think about while he’s so close is being naked in his arms.
Biting my lip, I hesitate, and reaching out to him, cup his face and bring him to meet my lips.
He groans, “Savannah,” just before taking control and assaulting my mouth. He licks and nibbles, all while his tongue is stroking inside my mouth with a sensual assault. My arousal is slick between my thighs, and as Jace caresses over my bottom, he brings me in tight to him where I feel the throb of his own arousal against my hip.
My hands slide into his hair, and I play with the short strands at the nape of his neck. But none too soon, I find that I need more, and wrap one of my legs around his before rubbing against his erection.
Moving my hands further south, I grab his ass and keep him in position when he tries to move his groin away from me. He has no chance of that.
“Savannah,” he breaks from the kiss, and groans, his lips caressing along my jaw, “you have to stop.” His hands roam up my skirt, and when he reaches my butt, he curses. “Fuck.” He caresses my cheeks before closing his eyes and taking some deep breaths. Very slowly, his hands move from beneath my dress and he takes a step back. “I’d forgotten that you don’t have panties on.” His fists clench at his sides.
He wants me. He wants me so badly that I bet he’d be taking me here in the kitchen if we weren’t in my uncle’s house.