Page 29 of Burning Love (Looking For Love #7)

COULD CONVINCE YOU

“ H ey there, hot stuff.”

Jace lifted an eyebrow at her. “Cute.”

“Yes, you are. Come in.”

“You’re wound up. How come?”

“Well,” Talia said, putting her hands on his chest. “The house is mine for a month. You’re the first guy I’ve had spend the night, and I’m horny. I’ve missed you. I’ve been gone all week. Did you miss me?”

It’d been over two weeks since Jace’s mother’s birthday and their serious conversation, her losing her patience with him, and then making up.

Last week she’d been traveling. She was in Boston at one of West’s businesses presenting information on the foundation, then went to New Hampshire at another business and ended in New York meeting with her brother and Laken, then staying for Abby’s birth of her nephew.

Samuel Trevor Carlisle was born yesterday morning, she held him once she could wrestle him away from her mother and Abby’s father, then caught a flight home this morning.

“I think I might have,” he said, leaning in to give her a kiss. “I need a shower. I’m not sure why I couldn’t go home first and take care of it.”

“Because we are going to spend the night together for the first time and I wanted you here. You know, coming home after a hot sweaty day. Damn, you are sexy.”

He’d been helping his father today but took off at five so they could have the Friday night to themselves. He was staying until he went to work on Sunday morning.

It’d be the longest amount of time they’d spent together and she was looking forward to it as another step in their relationship.

It was that now.

She knew it.

Maybe they weren’t officially calling the other boyfriend and girlfriend. Or even partners, but she felt it.

“And hot.”

“Yes, you are. I told you that.”

He moved past her. “I probably stink.”

“Life stinks at times. But come on, you can take a shower.”

He followed her through the house and down the stairs to her apartment.

“I’m really the first guy to spend the night here?”

“Yep. I’d never ask my mother if someone could stay here the night. None of my siblings have a significant other here in the house unless they are engaged.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. West bought the ranch that we used to live in and when he comes here, he stays there with Abby. Sometimes Braylon will stay there too with Lily. Foster always stays with Elias. Laken and Jamie stayed in a hotel. Not now they don’t, but I think they did the first time.

Nelson and Rowan are upstairs now when they visit. ”

“I can’t believe all the space in this house and people don’t stay here.”

She shrugged. “Laken and Jamie do now when they come, as they’ve got Jamie’s daughter with them. I’m always here. As I said, West and Braylon stay at the other house. It sits empty otherwise. I wanted to move in it a few years ago and was told no.”

“Why?”

“Why did I want to move in it or why was I told no?”

“Both.” He moved into her room and dropped his bag on her bed, opened it and pulled out a change of clothing. “These clothes I’m wearing should be washed. I don’t want to stuff them in the bag.”

“Take your clean clothes out and put them in a drawer. I emptied one for you. I’ll wash your clothes with some of mine.”

“Thanks.”

“And I was told no because after college I wanted to move out but didn’t have a job. It’s not like I had to pay to live in the house. West already was covering everything. I was going to watch it for him.”

Jace laughed and moved to the bathroom. “I’m sure he didn’t see it that way.”

“Nope. He told me to move back into reality. This place is nice anyway. I think it was a phase to be on my own. So there you go, we kept the house in the family. I think West couldn’t let it go because it’s the last place my father lived.”

“Is that why you wanted to live there?”

“No. I never thought of it that way. It never occurred to me until recently when I knew he was naming his son after our father.”

She didn’t think anyone was surprised that West did that. Nor the middle name being Abby’s father’s name.

It was a nice sentimental gesture.

“He was honoring your father,” he said.

“He was. I’ll stop talking. Strip and give me those clothes to wash.”

He squinted at her and started to undress. “You’re bossy.”

“Yes, I am. Go shower and come back here to get dressed. Maybe I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?”

He’d swapped his boots for sneakers in his truck, but toed them off now, then his socks. His damp shirt was lifted over his head and his dusty jeans pulled off with his underwear.

“I should have played some music and you could have done that slower like a construction worker on stage.”

“Not in your wildest dreams,” he said, laughing.

“Oh, I think I could convince you.”

He rolled his eyes and left to shower.

She picked his clothes up and grabbed some of hers out of the hamper, then tossed them in the washer and raced back to her room.

She quickly removed her T-shirt and shorts, then put on the little number she’d picked up in New York while she shopped with Jace in mind.

Ten minutes later, he walked into her room wrapped in a towel and she was lounging against the pillow on top of the bed.

“Fuck. You should have warned me.”

“I told you I missed you and had a surprise. What do you think?”

“I think you look both innocent and sexy at the same time.”

She hopped up on her knees. “That was the plan. Come here.”

Her arms were out, the pastel pink baby doll teddy was sheer and floating around her hips. He couldn’t see what she had under it.

A matching thong.

When he didn’t move that quickly and continued to stare, she put her hand on the bottom and glided the material up to give him a peek.

His towel dropped, his dick nice and firm, ready for action.

“I need a condom.”

“Right here,” she said, turning to the small beside table and opening a drawer.

She gave him a flash of her ass cheeks as she’d done it. Purposely.

He got the hint because he was on the bed in seconds, his hands on her ass caressing her.

“I want you to ride me.”

“That was the plan,” she said.

She turned with the condom in her hand, opened it up and nudged him on his back.

He was covered quickly while she shimmied over his hips and lifted the hem of her sexy bedroom attire.

His hands went to her hips. “Do you want me to rip this off of you?”

Her eyes darkened. “No. Maybe another time. There isn’t much to it, and I can shift it out of the way.”

“Even better.”

She lifted up, moved the tiny damp string from between her lady parts, lined him up and sank down fast.

“I love the feeling of you inside of me.” She moved up and then down. “I’ve been thinking of this all week and how much fun we were going to have here.”

“We could do this at my place too if you stayed the night.”

He’d never brought it up before.

She’d spent the night at a boyfriend’s house in the past. Her mother wasn’t always fond of it but would never say no.

“You haven’t asked. I asked you here.”

He looked confused over those words. Or maybe he was losing his train of thought as she rode him slowly.

She was struggling to form much of a thought.

“Next time then,” he said. “We can stay there.”

She put her hands on his chest, leaned forward and had her breasts close to his face.

“Next time. Think of now though.”

He lifted his head, his mouth landing on her nipple. He barely touched it and she was jerking back and moaning, but he yanked her forward and kept her in place.

It’d never felt so right before.

So good.

So strong!

The mixture of the lace, his wet tongue, and the suction of his mouth was sending her hormones into overdrive.

Her hips were moving faster, one of his hands on her waist, the other on her other breast.

He found her ripe nipple with his thumb and finger just ready for picking.

Instead he pinched her, she squealed as the combination of pain and pleasure shot through her body like a sniper’s bullet.

“Ride me faster,” he growled.

Her hands moved to the sides of him on the bed to give her better leverage. Or maybe it was to move closer to his mouth and get more action there.

She was bouncing on her knees and building herself up.

Not that she needed to. Jace was doing a good enough job of it just playing with her nipples only.

Her bed was squeaking and tapping the wall, her thigh muscles were tiring, her biceps shaking from the weight of her body.

She pushed away, missing his mouth from her breasts, but she needed to sit back and get him in deeper.

She wasn’t able to move as fast as she wanted, so she shifted and got on her feet, squatting over him, then rising and lowering rapidly without him coming out completely.

He was lying there watching her, letting her do all the work.

His eyes were as dark as he’d said hers had gotten. There was sweat on his brow as if he was trying to hold back and wait for her.

“I’m so close.”

“Make me come. You want it. You want to feel it inside of you.”

“Yes!” she shouted, her body needing his words to nudge her that little bit over.

She was pulsing now, then sat down on him to feel the fullness while she came.

He wasn’t letting them stay still.

This time he did the work, grabbing her hips, holding her in place and then slamming up into her.

Her head was back, and her body found another level of pleasure she hadn’t known it could reach while he came inside of her and pulled her down close to his body.

Then she was lying on his chest, her head on his shoulder, his lips kissing her forehead.

It was a tender moment that she thought might expel words of love out of his mouth.

She was only treated to silence.