Chapter 2 2

Instead of answering, I rest my hand on his thigh, noticing how tense he feels, like he's using all the willpower he possesses to keep his hands off me. When I slide my hand up and my fingers hit hard cock, I let out a soft gasp and run my fingers over his thick head.

"Careful, little girl," he warns. "You're playing a very dangerous game."

"What if I don't want to be careful? What if I'm tired of being so damn careful all the time?"

He puts his hand on top of mine and gives it a hard squeeze, forcing my greedy fingers away from the cock I'm so desperate for.

"You're off limits," he says, and I want to scream at him and tell him I'm most definitely not off limits, but my parents choose this exact moment to walk back in, and we're forced to end our little conversation.

I give an angry grunt and take another bite of my roll. I can behave. For now. But this good girl shit isn't going to last for too much longer. He's awakened something inside me, and there's no way in hell it's going back to sleep. I can still feel the hard outline of his cock. God, he's even bigger than I imagined he'd be. My pussy throbs at just the idea of something that big being inside me, but it also makes my heart race, a shiver run down my spine, and my pussy so wet I can barely stand it.

I tune out the conversation my parents are having with Jace and instead fantasize about him bending me over this counter and ripping my pants off before slowly sliding that thick cock of his inside me while I whimper and whine. I can almost feel his strong hand fisting my hair as he rams into me when his deep laugh cuts through my sex daydream.

"Huh?" I say, wondering if he can tell what I was just thinking about.

Judging by the way his lips are quirking up as if he's fighting a grin, I'm guessing my sexy thoughts are written all over my face.

"I was just saying that I should probably be heading home," Jace says, getting up and putting his plate in the dishwasher.

"What? No, you can't go." I know I sound a bit unhinged and that my parents are looking at me like I've lost my mind, but I don't give a fuck. "I thought maybe we could play some cards or something."

He laughs because I never challenge him to cards. I stopped doing that years ago when I learned there was no way in hell to ever win. Jace is a master at cards, and he never loses. He's built a career around it, and it's a damn good one. The man's brain is an absolute enigma. It's like he has some sort of psychic ability or something. It's uncanny and impressive as hell to watch.

"Maybe some other time," he says, making me bite back a growl. I know what he's doing, and I don't fucking like it.

I bite my tongue while he says goodbye to my parents, and when they head upstairs after shutting the door, I make a mad dash for the driveway, determined to get Jace to see reason. He's about to get into his jeep, and when he sees me running towards him like a crazy woman, he doesn't seem at all surprised.

"Go back inside, Sydney," he says, turning to cross his arms over his chest.

"No," I say, making his eyes widen slightly in surprise. I'm not usually this forward. I'm usually quiet and pleasant and agreeable, but that shit hasn't gotten me anything except a hymn that's probably growing stronger with each passing second.

"Please don't go." I step closer rest my hands on the sexiest forearms in existence and look up at him. "I've missed you, Jace. Can't you stay for a little bit?"

He softens at my words, but he doesn't let his arms down and wrap them around me like I want him to.

"Are you going to behave yourself?" he asks, and I've never regretted my inability to tell a good lie so much as I do right now.

"Yes," I say, figuring it's worth a shot.

He takes one look at me and laughs. "You always were shit at telling lies, Syd. What's gotten into you anyway? I mean, you flashed me your tits for fuck's sake."

"You didn't like it?"

He sighs and looks away before saying, "That's not the point."

I press my body against him, grabbing his arms and opening them up so I can get closer before wrapping them around me. He doesn't press me harder against him, but he also doesn't drop his hands, so I consider it a win.

"Sydney," he says, the warning painfully obvious in his sexy voice. I ignore it all the same and snuggle in closer.

"I don't know why you're being so stubborn, Jace," I say, making him laugh.

"I'm being stubborn?"

"Yes," I pout. "Why are you fighting me? I want you and deny it all you want, but I can feel how badly you want me to. Your cock is rock hard, and it's impressively huge, I might add."

Even though he doesn't want to, I can see his lips quirk up in a smile.

"Come back inside, Jace, please."

"And do what?"

I keep my hips pressed tightly against him and cup his face in my hands, loving the feel of his short stubble against my skin. I plan on riding this face very soon, and when I grin at the image it puts in my head, he gives me a very pointed look to behave.

"I doubt I want to know what you're thinking, but you should probably stop thinking it, Syd."

"No, you're probably not ready to hear it," I say, running my thumb over his cheek.