Page 122 of Jace
Are we rushing things? No, it doesn’t feel fast when you know it’s fate. When you’ve been waiting for a future together, and you know it’s every next breath with each other. When you build a friendship, a foundation like ours, it’s easy to fall into eternity together.
Thankfully, I never tried with David. I guess deep down, I knew he was a child; I didn’t need to have onewithhim.
Jace reaches across the truck’s console, cradling my cheek. “Six kids or six kittens: I’m happy with whatever we have as long as it’s together.”
I lower my brows, already feeling better. “You want us to get sixcats?”
He winces. “Make it five. You need to meet Moose.”
“Moose?”
“Yeah. He’s from the litter Axel and Ruby’s cat had: long story. But he’s my guard cat. He scares the gators away.”
I’ve never met Jace’s cat. I haven’t even seen his house. He says it’s a hideaway on Goat Island, and I don’t mind.
I just need him, no matter where we are.
“Do you really mean it?” I caress his hand. “We’ll be together, no matter what?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he gets out of his truck and circles the front of it, leaning over to pluck something from the grass by the garden wall.
When he opens my door, I glance down at the two white dandelion puff balls in his grasp.
He holds one up to my lips. “Make a wish for us.”
I close my eyes, and there’s only one word in my soul—Jace.
With a puckered exhale, I open my eyes and blow white fluffy seeds in his direction. Each one a tiny parachute, carrying my wish for him on the breeze…
And landing on his shirt.
He gazes down, grinning, not wiping them away.
“Your turn.” I spin his way in my passenger seat, swinging my legs over the edge. “Make a wish for us.”
Jace lifts the puffy ball to his lips but halts, tucking the tender stem behind my ear instead. “It already came true.”
His kiss is as soft as it is certain. Cupping my jaw, he lifts my lips to his to take even more, the butterflies in my belly dancing with delight until his tongue finds mine. It always ignites our moans. I’m tempted to get lost in him, but something finds my logic, my recall.
I murmur over his ravenous lips. “Wasn’t that a line inSixteen Candles?”
“Shhh.” He chuckles into our kiss. “I’m bagging a babe.”
That was another line.
“Mmm.” I nip his bottom lip, giving him one. “May I admire you again today?”
Jace murmurs excitedly. “Are you quotingPretty in Pinkto me?”
“Definitely.” I sigh into our kiss. “Why do you love those movies so much?”
He nuzzles my nose. “Because I was punished for having emotions as a boy. But as I grew up, those movies made me realize I wasn’t alone. That I could be a big, strong man, with an even bigger heart.” His peck is soft. “And now I’m a helpless fucking romantic for you.”
“Mmm.” Swooning, I seek his heated kiss, finding his hungry tongue, but I want to make him swoon as well. I pant. “This is an incredibly romantic moment, and?—.”
“Woman,” he growls, “keep quotingPretty in Pinkand we’re fucking right here.”
“Please don’t.” A deep voice startles us; pulling away, I see Nash, twirling the keys to his minivan parked farther down the verdant alley.
