or don't do has the potential to screw up this thing we have going on."
"This thing ," I say with a roll of my eyes, "is perfect."
I move closer and nuzzle against his chest. He wraps his arm around me. "We both overthink everything way too much," he says.
"Yeah we do," I agree. I sit up and trace my finger from his collar bone to the elastic waistband of his boxers. "So why don't we stop thinking and start doing?"
A hunger fills his eyes as he digs his hands into my sides and pulls me hard against him. "Yes ma'am," he whispers right before his fingers slide my shirt over my head.
Not wanting to be the only shirtless one in the room, I tug his shirt off and toss it to the floor. The movement is primal sends a rush down to my toes. A few passionate kisses later, and I'm down to my tiny black underwear while Jace hovers over me, completely nude.
His biceps flex as he supports himself and I slide my hands over the smooth, hard surface of his arms and chest, taking in the sight of my gorgeous boyfriend. I am one lucky girl. I slide my hands around his back and squeeze him closer to me, feeling his hard bulge against my belly. He groans with pleasure and closes his eyes.
My heart pounds in my chest, exhilarated and ready. Jace slips a finger under the string of my panties, his eyes taking in the sight of me as he slowly pulls them off. Our eyes meet and my nerves melt away. Everything feels perfect when I am with him. The way he slides his calloused hands over my body, the way he takes in the sight of me makes it seem as if he's the lucky one, instead of the other way around.
My fingers lace around his neck and my legs part for him as he slides a strong arm round my waist, tugging me an inch off the bed. I moan when his lips touch my neck, sending a euphoric feeling coursing through my veins. I gasp when he enters me, but it’s silenced by his moan of pleasure. Our eyes meet and I don't look away, not even when he says, "Damn, you're beautiful."
Chapter 11
“Wake up, beautiful.” Hearing Jace’s voice first thing in the morning would have been a perfect start to my Sunday, if only it was the first thing I heard. Instead, the ungodly loud, incessantly horrible chirping of his alarm clock was the first sound of the morning. It startled me out of a deep sleep and into a state of mild panic as I looked around, taking in my surroundings and wondering where the hell I was.
A few seconds and one wake up, beautiful later, I remembered where I was, who I was with and what we had done last night. I yawn and stretch my arms above my head until they touch the headboard behind me. “Hey there, handsome.”
Jace is out of bed, his boxers covered with clothes for the day. He hovers over me and kisses me on the lips, upside-down.
“You need a new alarm clock,” I say, squishing my face in disapproval. “That thing is awful. It sounds like a dying animal.”
“It got us out of bed, didn’t it?” He frowns as I roll over and pull the pillow over my head. “Well, it got me out of bed.”
Hanging out at the motocross park on race day is drastically different than when it's just a practice day. Hundreds of people are here—racers, spectators, children and worried moms. And not to mention about two dozen girls who recognize Jace and ask for an autograph.
I manage to reel in my jealousy while my boyfriend happily obliges to signing posters of himself for various smiling, star-struck faces. After all, he holds my hand the entire afternoon, only letting go when he absolutely has to. I know it's lame, but it sure feels great to be the one who gets to hold his hand at a place where so many girls swoon over him.
JoJo comes up to us between races, her blonde hair pulled back in a sweaty ponytail and a fine layer of dust covering her nose. This time she gives me a small smile before reaching out her hand to fist-bump Jace.
"You did really well in your first moto," he says. “Now we have to do even better for
"This thing ," I say with a roll of my eyes, "is perfect."
I move closer and nuzzle against his chest. He wraps his arm around me. "We both overthink everything way too much," he says.
"Yeah we do," I agree. I sit up and trace my finger from his collar bone to the elastic waistband of his boxers. "So why don't we stop thinking and start doing?"
A hunger fills his eyes as he digs his hands into my sides and pulls me hard against him. "Yes ma'am," he whispers right before his fingers slide my shirt over my head.
Not wanting to be the only shirtless one in the room, I tug his shirt off and toss it to the floor. The movement is primal sends a rush down to my toes. A few passionate kisses later, and I'm down to my tiny black underwear while Jace hovers over me, completely nude.
His biceps flex as he supports himself and I slide my hands over the smooth, hard surface of his arms and chest, taking in the sight of my gorgeous boyfriend. I am one lucky girl. I slide my hands around his back and squeeze him closer to me, feeling his hard bulge against my belly. He groans with pleasure and closes his eyes.
My heart pounds in my chest, exhilarated and ready. Jace slips a finger under the string of my panties, his eyes taking in the sight of me as he slowly pulls them off. Our eyes meet and my nerves melt away. Everything feels perfect when I am with him. The way he slides his calloused hands over my body, the way he takes in the sight of me makes it seem as if he's the lucky one, instead of the other way around.
My fingers lace around his neck and my legs part for him as he slides a strong arm round my waist, tugging me an inch off the bed. I moan when his lips touch my neck, sending a euphoric feeling coursing through my veins. I gasp when he enters me, but it’s silenced by his moan of pleasure. Our eyes meet and I don't look away, not even when he says, "Damn, you're beautiful."
Chapter 11
“Wake up, beautiful.” Hearing Jace’s voice first thing in the morning would have been a perfect start to my Sunday, if only it was the first thing I heard. Instead, the ungodly loud, incessantly horrible chirping of his alarm clock was the first sound of the morning. It startled me out of a deep sleep and into a state of mild panic as I looked around, taking in my surroundings and wondering where the hell I was.
A few seconds and one wake up, beautiful later, I remembered where I was, who I was with and what we had done last night. I yawn and stretch my arms above my head until they touch the headboard behind me. “Hey there, handsome.”
Jace is out of bed, his boxers covered with clothes for the day. He hovers over me and kisses me on the lips, upside-down.
“You need a new alarm clock,” I say, squishing my face in disapproval. “That thing is awful. It sounds like a dying animal.”
“It got us out of bed, didn’t it?” He frowns as I roll over and pull the pillow over my head. “Well, it got me out of bed.”
Hanging out at the motocross park on race day is drastically different than when it's just a practice day. Hundreds of people are here—racers, spectators, children and worried moms. And not to mention about two dozen girls who recognize Jace and ask for an autograph.
I manage to reel in my jealousy while my boyfriend happily obliges to signing posters of himself for various smiling, star-struck faces. After all, he holds my hand the entire afternoon, only letting go when he absolutely has to. I know it's lame, but it sure feels great to be the one who gets to hold his hand at a place where so many girls swoon over him.
JoJo comes up to us between races, her blonde hair pulled back in a sweaty ponytail and a fine layer of dust covering her nose. This time she gives me a small smile before reaching out her hand to fist-bump Jace.
"You did really well in your first moto," he says. “Now we have to do even better for
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