Page 88 of No Interest in Love

“Lie down,” she says.

I shake my head and try to convince her otherwise by continuing to love up on her neck.

“Jace…seriously.”

I move my lips downward to her breasts, giving them equal attention. I find another volume button there, and after a few seconds of unbelievably loud noises, I can’t help but chuckle a bit against her skin.

“Lay back,” she says again, pushing on my shoulders. I shake my head. Her whole body shifts as she growls, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and pulling me up to look at her. She lifts an eyebrow in a seductive and evil kind of way, then rises on her knees…

…and slams her hips down.

Yep, I’m done. I can’t fight it anymore.

My back thumps against the mattress, her hands press on my chest for leverage, and she starts moving. I lose conscious thought for about twenty-two seconds.

“I can’t believe this,” I mumble like a moron, running my hands over her ribs.

“What?” she breathes.

“That you’re…”On top of me. Straddling me. Humping me into oblivion.“That you want this. With me.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she presses her lips together briefly before saying. “I’m so into you.”

I grin. “I think I’m the one in you.”

She stops her movements, giving me a teasing look with her wide eyes, then lifts her hips. I grab at her waist to keep her from getting away. “Wait! Wait!” I laugh. She pushes down on me hard again, and oh my damn, I think I…nope…Woody’s still good.

But he won’t be for long.

“Let me be on top,” I blurt.

“No,” she breathes, shaking her head, increasing her rhythm.

“Yes.” I lock onto her waist, begging her to slow down because I’m at my wits’ end and I don’t think it’s even been a full minute yet.

She shakes her head again, grabbing onto my wrists and forcing me to move with her. My fingers dig into her thighs. I’m gonna lose it. The pleasure is rippling through my entire body and I won’t be able to hold it back. Added to the look on her face, her hair tossed all around and the bouncing and bouncing there is so much bouncing.

I throw my head back and through the blissful blur I notice the time.

10:25.

It’s been three minutes.

I sit up, stopping her movements and rolling us before she has time to argue about it. Only my brain didn’t register where we were located on the bed. And we both crash-land on the floor.

“You’re a thousand pounds,” Shay squeaks underneath me, eyes squeezed shut in pain but lips tilted up in a smile.

“Whoops.”

She squirms a bit, and I push up on my arms to give her breathing room. One flick of her eyes to my elbows and I say, “Don’t even think about it.”

“I’m not thinking about anything,” she lies through her teeth, trying to play innocent. I gently take hold of her wrists and playfully pin her arms above her head. She immediately starts struggling.

“You want back on top.”

“I like on top.”

“Well…for once, can I be in control?”

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