Page 46 of Set the Moment
My shock must not affect Jace, because instead of saying anything to acknowledge it, he simply pulls out a bucket of popcorn—from out of nowhere, by the way—and passes it to me with a packet of fruit snacks.
He has my movie theater combo, too?
Without thinking, I dump the fruit snacks into the popcorn bucket and shake the contents, mixing them. Throughout the entire process, Jace says nothing. Instead, he settles in his seat, attention set on the screen before us.
I stare holes into the side of his head, trying to gauge him.
What’s his angle? Is this some ploy to get me alone in the woods?
“Yes, Sienna?” Jace’s amused tone is mocking as he remains focused on the screen.
“What is this?” I ask, gesturing around the car, now noting the lavender blanket thrown haphazardly across my lap.
Cute.
“What does it look like, angel?” he questions curiously, a small amused grin tugging at his lips. We're closer than before, his eyes are smoldering orbs of the earth as they peer into my own, as if cataloging me into his memory.
“Well…Hades,” I say, clearing my throat mockingly as I lean forward just a mere inch from his face. If he moved any further, we’d be kissing right now. “It looks like you’re trying to seduce me in the middle of the woods while watching a vampire movie.”
Jace’s brows raise as he cackles in my face, unfiltered and breathless. “Hades? Is that what you call me, angel?” He chuckles.
“Oh, I call you many things.” I roll my eyes but my words only bring his annoyingly cocky persona back.
“As long as ‘yours’ is in that little dictionary of yours, I’m cool with that…besides…” His eyes lower as he looks at me, taking me in. “You’d know when I’d try to seduce you.”
The humor that’d once been laced in his tone dissipates as he gets closer into my space. My skin warms with his body heat, the center console of the car being the only thing to separate us.
My body buzzes to be closer to him, to touch and taste him. That dream from earlier flashes across my mind, and before I know it, I’m cupping his face, pulling his lips to mine.
The kiss is slow and languid, unlike our previous ones. His mouth moves with mine, and God, it feels like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. Jace’s hand cups my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin, holding me in place. I’m beaming with energy as he dominates my mouth, tasting and claiming me as his own. My body thrums with energy, heat bellowing in my belly as his teeth pull lightly on my bottom lip.
I moan softly in his mouth and he smiles at the sound before pressing our lips together in one last kiss, a promise of more to come, not a finale.
When we pull away, it takes everything in me to catch my breath as Jace’s eyes bore into my own. He sighs subtly, his mouth slightly ajar. The look on his face is something that I haven’t seen before, I can’t tell if it’s desire or longing…or both, as he licks the remnants of my raspberry flavored lip gloss off of his lips.
My voice is raspy and breathless as I try to speak, but Jace beats me to it. His soft focus, still locked in on me.
“I—”
“That’s three times, angel.” He smirks, voice gruff, his eyes remaining fixated on my mouth as I gulp. “I’ll grant you a wish next time.” The bastard winks.
He fucking winked!
Also…is the asshole keeping track of our kisses?!
My mind is still trying to process the kiss, but I can’t possibly think about anything else as my lips tingle with the sensation of him pressed against them.
Have we really kissed three times? Are we moving too fast? I’ve never done this wholesecretly obsessed with my childhood crush who is now practically begging me to use him to fulfill my birthday wishkinda thing, and there’s fucking zero other people on Reddit who have.
Without a word, Jace softly grasps my chin, turning it to focus on the large screen ahead. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls the blanket over my lap, handing me the bucket of popcorn again, and leaving his hand planted firmly on my thigh.
And that’s how we remain for the next forty-five minutes, a heated, almostsexualenergy thrums between us as we sit in silence. His hand that’d been once over the blanket found itself under it, gripping and running circles over my bare thigh absentmindedly. I don’t even think he’s realized that the action has had me silently anticipating something more this entire time, something that blurs the lines of this newly establishedagreement.
The feeling of his thumb circling my thigh has me wishing it were other places, circling my core and begging for more.
“You want to cum?”
My ears ring as my eyes bulge out of my head. “I’m sorry–WHAT?!”
