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I shouldn’t have gone to that motel I shouldn’t have allowed the need to feel Jace’s arms around me to dictate my actions and pull him into my stupid plan And I definitely shouldn’t have believed that Richard Jennings would soh on the proo

“It’s not your fault, Jace,” I said softly, hoping that would mollify him

But, of course, it didn’t

The bed shifted and then suddenly he was rolling me on my back As he leaned over h me Jace’s dark brown hair had come free of the rubber band he usually tied it back with It wasn’t long enough to actually touch me, but it fell in loose curls to just above his shoulders I’d always secretly wished I could touch his hair, just so I could test how the strands would look and feel sliding between h to be that forward

The things I’d felt for Jace had gone beyond hero worship pretty much the very day I’d met him, but I hadn’t knohat to do about it Despite the fact that I’d becouy’s cock and had been fucked more times than I could count, I was co with a guy I was attracted to

In truth, Jace was the first guy I’d ever really wanted I hadn’t even really been sure I was gay until I’d met the older man And I’d been certain that the idea of any ain would be akin to the worst kind of torture, but I’d found that Jace was most definitely the exception to that rule Yes, the idea of hi me absolutely terrified ht of his body on mine I wanted to knohat his lips felt like on my skin… and more importantly, on my mouth

Jace wasn’t a huge guy, but he ell-built His chest was broad and the collar of his T-shirt rode low enough to givepeek at the tattoo just above his left pectoral y, and he always smelled like the outdoors with just a hint of spiciness His skin tone was several shades darker than my own pale hue, and he had brown eyes that bordered on black His beautifully shaped lips were framed by a sexy bit of stubble

Jace settled soht on my lower body as he braced his left arroin brushing ed not to whih me

“I left to protect you,” Jace whispered, his voice cracking a bit It almost seemed like he’d made the comment to convince himself of that fact, not me “I stayed away because it was for the best,” he practically growled

I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say to that Part of est fool on the planet if he actually believed what he was saying, but another part of me wanted to comfort him To let him continue to believe that what had happened hadn’t had anything to do with him

I settled for saying, “I know”

But of course, that only frustrated him more, because his mouth pulled into an even deeper frown