Page 6 of Jace 4Ever
Jace
Nelson Powers’ hand slipped around the back of my neck and pulled me to him. His lips met mine in a soft, panty-melting kiss.
At least, the ones I was wearing were melting. Or combusting. Whichever, there was a lot of heat and…rising tension.
He didn’t ask for more, there were no demands from him. His late-night stubble abraded my skin in a marvelous sensation of being marked. I wanted more. His kiss was the kind that made amazing promises and I wanted to hear them all.
I opened for him and heard him groan as he licked past my lips. His careful tongue probed along mine, tasting and exploring while his lips were warm and danced softly. After a moment, I finally gripped his waist and pulled him close to me.
Oh, sweet buttered Moses, the man was sohard.
“That’s all you, Jace,” he whispered.
“I want it.” Where the hell was my filter? First the butthole comment, now this? “We…can’t leave, though. Not yet.”
“I know.” He nuzzled along my collar, pressing little kisses on my skin. “I’m okay with that.”
I had to think really fast. I couldn’t afford a hotel, and there was no way I was going to bring him back to my hovel. I didn’t know where the guys were going to end up after the party—
“Wait here? Please—oh.” He nipped at my throat and it almost knocked all rational thought out of my head. “I’ll be right back.”
He nodded and took another kiss from me. Even running down to the bar was going to be hell right now. But I did it and found Noah standing there, chatting up a potential date.
“Can I talk to you real quick?” I asked, breathless.
Staring at me, he cocked his head. “You have beard burn.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the bar, out of earshot of the guy he was talking to. “Where is everyone going after the party?”
“I think we’re all heading back to Austin’s.” His answer was hesitant, but I didn’t pay too much attention.
“Everyone?”
“Well, I think Marcus and Chase are going back to their place. But a lot of us are heading there.”
With a glance over my shoulder, I knew my face flamed red. But I had to ask. “Does…does he have a lot of bedrooms? Or private space?”
“Thatisbeard burn.”
“Answer the question, Noah.”
“I don’t know, Jace. I have no idea what his place looks like. Why don’t you ask—uh, him? Austin?”
I paled. I couldn’t handle two celebs in one night. “Could you…could you ask for me?”
“Looking to reserve a room?”
I rubbed my forehead. “Yes, okay?”
“Mm, who are you pursuing?”
“I was pursued and nonya bidness, Noah. Please. Can you find out? I really need to get back to—”
“Tell me who he is, and I’ll text you the answer.”
I slumped. “Never mind.” I pushed away from the wall I’d been leaning against and headed toward the stairs.
Noah grabbed my arm. “Jace. Was it the person or the phone?”
