I couldn't sleep.
Not with the way my body still tingled from his touch. Not with the way Jace kissed me in the pool like I belonged to him.
I laid in bed, the ceiling fan whirring above, but it wasn't the heat of summer that had me breathless. It was him.
The knock came soft. Almost cautious.
I didn't need to ask who it was.
My heart answered before I could think. I got up, opened the door
And there he was. Shirtless. In gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. His eyes locked on mine like he already knew what I wanted. What I was aching for.
"Couldn't sleep," he said.
I swallowed. "Me neither."
He stepped in and shut the door behind him, but he didn't say a word. He just stared at me—like I was his favorite problem.
"I keep replaying it," he said, voice low. "The pool. You. That kiss."
My breath hitched. "That was a mistake."
"Then why are your nipples hard right now?"
I gasped.
He smirked. "Told you. Don't lie to me, baby."
He reached for me, tugging gently at the hem of my sleep shirt. I was bare underneath. No panties. No bra. Just skin. Heat.
Need.
"I shouldn't be here," he said, even as his fingers grazed my waist. "But I'm not leaving."
"I don't want you to."
And that was all it took.
He kissed me.
Not soft. Not slow.
Hard. Hungry. Like his mouth had been waiting all damn night to own mine again.
I melted into him, our bodies colliding in pure heat. My back hit the door, his thigh pushed between mine, and I moaned into his mouth as his hand slipped under my shirt, cupping my bare breast.
"You don't know what you do to me," he growled.
"Show me," I breathed.
He didn't hesitate.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. His mouth found me instantly hot and wet between my thighs.
"Fuck Jace," I gasped, fisting his hair as his tongue worked me open.
He moaned against me, like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted. Like he couldn't get enough.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he devoured me. Every lick, every swirl, every suck sent shockwaves through me.
"You taste so sweet," he muttered. "I want this every night."
"God don't stop," I begged.
He didn't.
When I came, it was all over his mouth, all over his fingers, my body trembling against the door like I was coming undone.
He stood slowly, licking his lips, dragging his tongue across mine as he kissed me again.
"You ready for more?" he whispered.
I nodded, breathless.
He stripped off his sweats in one motion, revealing exactly what I'd been fantasizing about. Thick. Hard. Veins pulsing like he'd been dying for this.
I stepped out of my shirt, completely bare in front of him. He stared like I was something sacred. Something forbidden and beautiful.
"Turn around," he said, voice rough with restraint.
I obeyed.
Hands on the door. Ass out. Heart racing.
He came up behind me, sliding the tip between my thighs, teasing me until I whimpered.
"Say you want it."
"I want it," I whispered.
"Say you want your stepbrother's cock."
"Jace…"
"Say it."
"I want it"