Page 84 of No Interest in Love

“Yes.” I kiss her forehead and pull her in close. “Though…I kind of want to hear it back.”

“So needy.” She sighs, but she hitches her leg up onto my hip and pushes into my chest. I’ll take it, because getting this sort of response from Shay instead of a verbal one feels like a much bigger accomplishment.

10:02A.M.

I’ve never woken up aching to drop kisses over every inch of Miss Last Night’s body. Then again, I’ve never been so into a woman before.

“Mmm,” Shay murmurs in her sleep, arms cradling my head as I press my lips to her neck over and over again. “What time is it?”

“Time to wake up.” I smile against her skin, and she pushes her hips into mine as she stretches. Just-barely-awake Shay is quickly becoming my favorite person.

“How’s the food baby?”

“Gone,” she says through a yawn. My hand runs over her shoulder, smooths down her arm to her elbow. She twitches a bit, breasts bumping into my chin.

“Ticklish there?”

“No.”

“Liar.” I tickle the skin near her elbow and her eyes awaken. She flashes a challenging glare at me before leaping up and pinning me to the pillows. She plants her knees on either side of my waist and dangles her mess of hair over my face.

“This is not how I pictured this,” I say, whipping my head side to side so the strands don’t end up in my nostrils. She laughs, her body moving against mine, which already has Morning Woody perking up for more attention. Shay leans back, keeping hold of my wrists.

“Really? Because I totally pictured it this way.”

I sit up, dropping my hands onto her bare thighs. My fingertip runs across a prickly patch of hair, and I smirk as I examine it.

“Missed a spot.”

“You’re lucky I shaved past my knee.”

I suck in a breath, letting my fingers dance with the fabric of her shorts. “Who knew you were such a dirty talker?”

Her eyes roll back as my hands wander farther up her shorts. I still want to drop kisses everywhere my lips can reach. After I explore all of her neck and chest, her mouth seeks mine out and I cup her cheek, hold her there. I could be satisfied just holding her here for the rest of the script.

“Jace?” she says, breaking away from my lips to catch her breath.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t just do one night,” she whispers, eyes slowly opening to mine.

“It’s morning,” I tease. She lightly taps the back of my head. “I thought I was pretty straight up about it yesterday,” I say. “This isn’t just a onetime thing for me. Hell, we don’t even have to do anything right now if you don’t want.”

She laughs and wiggles on my waist, indicating that she definitely wants to do something right now. “Okay, then please touch me, damn it.”

“I am touching you.”

“Not there.”

I move my hand toward her ass, but she snaps my wrist.

“Not there.”

“Is there an instruction manual I’m supposed to be reading?” I lift up different parts of her shirt.

“Like you read instructions.”

“Well, I love you too.” It’s out before I realize that I’m pretty sure I mean it this time. And it doesn’t make me want to run. I actually want to repeat myself, but Shay has practically pushed my hand where she wants it. I’m more than happy to oblige.

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