Part 9 (1/2)

I'm in heaven.

Pure f.u.c.king nirvana.

I just can't believe it. Where has this girl been my whole life...and why the h.e.l.l did I just think that? Jesus, I need to get it together. I don't do forever. Maybe it's just the beer because this kiss is making me want forever as long as her lips are on mine. But f.u.c.k, I'm too young for all that crazy s.h.i.+t. I don't want that. I want fun, and this girl is just fun.

When her mouth opens, I don't even pause. I move my mouth onto hers, running my tongue along hers as her hand comes up, bracing herself on my arm. But she isn't going anywhere. I've got her.

I'll always have her.

Whoa. What the h.e.l.l?

But I can't think too much into that. I can't think at all as she takes over the kiss, lifting herself without breaking the kiss and pressing her body into mine. Sliding her hands up my chest, she cups my jaw as my hands cup her a.s.s, holding her in place as she devours me. I thought that was my job, but I don't mind her doing it. I love it, and boy, does she feel right against me, her mouth possessing me.

Man, I'm a f.u.c.king goner.

Pulling back only a breath, she nips at my lip, making me gasp and also turning me on so f.u.c.king badly I can't breathe. She then runs the tip of her tongue along the spot she bit, her eyes locked on mine, and I'm convinced I'll never look into more magnificent eyes and ever feel like this.

I don't know what I'm feeling.

And I sure as h.e.l.l won't label it.

But I don't want it to stop.

I just can't.

Her eyes hold mine as our breaths become one. Our chests touch with every pull of air, her breath as warm on my lips as mine is on hers, I'm sure. Her face is completely flushed and beautiful. I want to say it's the beer that has me drunk, but it can't be. I'm drunk off the way she looks and tastes.

I'm drunk from Avery.

”You taste like beer.” Her voice is hoa.r.s.e, sounding every bit like dirty s.e.x.

”You taste like heaven,” I breathe and she grins.

Her eyes darken, no longer the light turquoise but now a deep teal almost, as her lips come to rest against mine. ”You don't need the lines to sleep with me, Jace.”

My heart stops. f.u.c.king stops. Again, I love women, been with a few here and there, but never, never in my whole f.u.c.king nineteen years has someone so blatantly said that. I'm not Jude or Jayden; I don't have it like they do. I usually have to work for it because I'm the third Sinclair women see, but not this time. They are nowhere in sight. I'm all Avery sees, and if her words didn't make it clear what she wants, her eyes and the heat of her body are loud and clear.

And who am I to turn down this gorgeous angel?

I can guarantee one thing: I might be big, might have been thrown against the boards a few times, and I might look at little on the dumb side, but I'm not stupid.

”Is that right?” I ask, my eyes searching hers. She isn't drunk, I know this, but I want to give her the out if she wants it. I pray she doesn't, but just in case. I don't want to be a d.i.c.k-f.u.c.king h.e.l.l, I sound like Jayden. It's like they're on my shoulders, Jude on one and Jayden on the other, talking to me.

Jude: f.u.c.k her. Don't be a dumba.s.s.

Jayden: Are you sure she isn't drunk? She seems like a good girl, not a ho.

Jude: Who cares? Use a condom and have fun!

Jayden: Yeah, use a condom, but make sure she is down for it.

As I shake my head, her brows come together once more. ”Yup, all you have to do is ask.”

”Ask?” My brow rises. ”You want me to ask to take you to bed?”

She shrugs, laughter in her eyes. ”It's a little gentleman-like.”

”I'm no gentleman, baby.”

”So cla.s.sy and a gentleman are two different things?”

I'm breathless, kind of unsure what to say, but then words are falling from my lips without thinking. ”Sorta. I can be cla.s.sy but not a gentleman. That usually involves being gentle. Not in my vocab.”

Her breath is hot against my mouth as her lips curve. ”I don't want you to be gentle at all.”

Yup. I'm dead.

I blink because, really, what do you say to that? But s.h.i.+t, I'm in trouble because I'm speechless. I've met hos-I can spot one a mile away-but Avery doesn't give off that vibe. She seems like a good girl, someone with her s.h.i.+t together, not some ho at a party wanting to score.

I'm totally confused.

But I won't let that ruin this. I may never get this chance again. So, swallowing hard, I whisper, ”My room is downstairs.”

”Lead the way.”

Did I just say that?

c.r.a.p.

I did.

I just couldn't control it. He makes me think the dirtiest things. Things I haven't thought in a very long time. But I'm thinking them now, and I want them with him. So, yeah, I said it. And d.a.m.n it, I want it.

Threading his fingers with mine, he looks deep into my eyes one last time and then he is off the wall, heading down the hall toward some stairs. I hadn't realized the house was so big, and when we go into a hall, I notice no one is in here. It's dark, sort of creepy, and maybe I should stop him? I don't even know him. c.r.a.p. I'm no ho. I'm not about that life. I can't be.

But then he is looking back at me with those dark green eyes, the want so apparent, the need for me coming off him in waves, and I know I want this.

I may not be one for the ho life, but I want to be the bedmate of Jace Sinclair.

At least for tonight.

But something deep inside me whispers, That may not be enough.

Yes, it will be. I can't get involved with someone like him. He is going one way and I'm going the other. I know this, but I also know I can't walk away from this without a piece of him. I may never have this chance again, and I refuse to have any regret in my life. Life is too precious, too quick, and can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I refuse to do anything but what I want.

And I want Jace.

Now.

The walk to his room is silent; the only thing I hear is the music above us and my heart in my ears. I should be freaked out that we are basically in the dungeon of the Bullies' house, but to my surprise, I feel safe. I feel like nothing bad can happen to me when he is around. How does that happen? I've known this dude, no joke, maybe a total of an hour, and I'm about to sleep with him.