Page 28 of Challenging Jayce

He nodded his agreement. "They did, but I only care about what you think. You're the one I want picking stuff out."

Jayce watched her face carefully for any hint of what she was feeling.

"You still want my opinion?" she questioned, eyebrow raised.

He walked straight over to her and put his hands on her upper arms. "I want more than your opinion. I want you to design the whole thing, from the floors to the paint and everything in between. You choose the furniture and the other shit that people put in houses."

That got a laugh out of her. "Pretty sure people don't call accessories shit, Jayce."

"They do when they haven't had stuff like that in their apartment in over a decade."

There was nothing but the essentials in his current place. Just a recliner and a side table he used to eat off of. Not a single photograph. If he didn't use it every day, it never came into his apartment.

"That's sad."

"Maybe so but it's the truth."

"Why me?" she asked.

He picked her up and set her ass on the kitchen island. "Because I want a piece of you in this house, always. I have no idea where the future is going to take us, and when it comes to sweet words, I'm so far out of practice I don't even know if I could remember any of them. But for the first time in fifteen years I want to try. I want to see where this can go."

Expressing how he felt no longer came natural to him but for her he would try. He would figure it out eventually.

Kennedy hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. "I'll take honesty over sweet words any day of the week."

“How about this for honesty? I want you. Right now.”

“Oh yeah?” She smirked at him. “How bad?”

“Bad enough that I remembered a condom and have every intention of not running off before I finish,” he teased. He was a little rusty but he figured he did pretty good when she tossed her head back with a laugh.

“I guess we’re christening the new house,” she finally responded.

“I was hoping you would say that.” He dipped his fingers under her shirt and grabbed her hips as he leaned down to kiss her.

Her lips were soft and it didn’t take him long to realize that he wanted to spend the rest of his life kissing them as often as he could. Unlike last time, the thought didn’t send him running. It had him digging his fingers in harder as to not lose her.

Her hands slipped under his shirt and he nearly chuckled when she let out an annoyed growl. “Would you like me to lift my arms?” he asked after reluctantly pulling his lips away.

“Yes, dammit. I want to touch your skin,” she huffed.

“Well, since you asked so nicely …” He removed his hands from her body and lifted his arms above his head, allowing Kennedy to wiggle his shirt off him.

“Much better.” Her palms rested against his chest and he took a deep breath in. Her touch felt incredible.

Since he had no plans of removing his lips once he got them on her again, he snagged the hem of her shirt and yanked it off. Then he unclipped her bra and flung it across the kitchen.

He froze for a moment, just to take in how beautifully full her tits were. Deciding to wait on capturing her lips, he leaned down to take one of her breasts in his mouth and the other in his palm.

Kennedy dropped her head back with a groan and her fingers went into his hair. He knew he was a goner when she tugged ever so gently while simultaneously pushing his head to keep him going.

He gave equal attention to both tits until she finally begged him for more.

“Take your pants off,” he demanded as he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket.

Flipping open the fold, he pulled a condom out and tossed the wallet on the island. He watched in fascination as Kennedy shimmied out of her tight pants.

“Are you just going to watch or do you plan to join me in being naked?”

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