Chapter 117 117.Morning Treat
Tabitha’s POV
Jace is stretched across my bed like he belongs there, one arm tucked under his head and the other wrapped around my pink pillow. His hair is a mess in a rather handsome way. I don’t know how that’s possible but the way his dirty blond strands fall into his eyes makes him look unfairly soft, his mouth slightly open as a quiet sound slips out with every slow breath.
Those sounds… I think he’s snoring. I snort. Of course, he does.
I stare at him longer than I should. He looks annoyingly peaceful, and the sight of him clutching my pillow like it is some kind of comfort object makes my chest tighten in a way I refuse to acknowledge. He looks almost boyish like this, nothing like the usual sarcastic smug he does all the time.
Get a grip, Tabitha.
What am I even doing, lying here and staring at him like this? Why am I letting this idiot sleep in my bed? I force a frown onto my face and reach out to shake his shoulder.
“Jace,” I whisper sharply. He does not budge. I shake him again, harder this time. Still nothing. Goodness, this man sleeps like a rock!
Unbelievable.
I raise my hand and give his arm a firm smack.
That does the job. Jace jolts awake with a sharp inhale, blinking rapidly as he tries to orient himself. His eyes land on me, and a slow grin spreads across his face.
“Hi there, baby,” he drawls.
Heat crawls up my neck. But I tighten my frown and suppress the smile that is teasing at the corner of my mouth.
“What are you doing in my room?” I hiss.
He shifts slightly and props himself on one elbow, still hugging my pillow like it belongs to him.
“I just got back from a twelve-hour patrol,” he says, his voice rough and low from sleep. “And I thought I’d come here to check on you. I guess I was more tired than I thought, because I passed out the second I hit the bed.”
“If you’re tired, then you should be sleeping in your bed!”
“But I miss you.”
I blush harder.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You shouldn’t be in my room, much more in the middle of the night!”
He glances at his watch. “But It’s almost four. It’s practically morning.”
“That’s not the point!” I whisper harshly.
He tilts his head and smiles. “Then what’s the point?”
I grit my teeth. “The point is that the staff will start waking up soon, and if they see you here, it will be a disaster. You need to leave. Now.”
He pulls my pillow closer to his chest and sighs. “Come on. I just finished my father’s ridiculous errands. I deserve some kind of reward.”
I stare at him, torn between irritation and smile, so I just settle with a mock glare.
“Your reward is not getting caught in my room,” I say firmly. “Get up. Right now.
He doesn’t get up
Instead, he exhales slowly and shifts closer, the mattress dipping under his weight. His arm slides off the pillow and lands beside my waist, not touching, but close enough that I feel the heat of him through the thin space between us
“Baby,” he says quietly, his voice still rough. “Relax.
“I am relaxed,” I whisper back, even though my pulse is doing the exact opposite
He hums like he doesn’t believe me and pushes himself upright just enough to sit on the edge of the bed. When he turns toward me, our knees brush, and the contact sends a sharp awareness straight through my spine
I reach for his wrist with the full intention of dragging him up. He lets me, that’s the problem
He stands when I pull, but he doesn’t step away. Instead, he ends up directly in front of me, close enough that I have to tilt my head to look up at him. His hand stays loose in mine like he has all the time in the world
“Jace,” I say in a warning tone.
That only makes him smirk even more as if he is enjoying the way he gets under my skin. He studies my face like he’s committing it to memory, his expression losing its teasing edge only to be replaced with something more intense. My breath hitches at the way his gaze hotly melts against my body.
“If I move… you’re going to push me out, aren’t you?” That doesn’t sound like a question. It’s almost like he’s challenging me, taunting me if I’ll really push him away.
I hesitate, and that hesitation is answer enough.
He exhales through his nose, almost a quiet laugh, and bends over until I can feel his hot breath against the hollow of my neck. His hand reaches around my waist, gently stroking with his thumb. The contact sends a shiver through me that I absolutely refuse to acknowledge out loud.
“You’re terrible,” I murmur.
“I know,” he says, softer now. “You still haven’t told me to stop.”
I open my mouth to argue, but the words catch in my throat when his fingers brush my cheek. See? Now, that’s just playing dirty. How can I make him stop when he’s actively making me lose my mind? There’s a another reason why I want to shoo him out of my room, not just because Tom and the other maids are about to make a rounds in a few minutes, but because I know being this close to him will only melt my mind to the point that I can’t think of anything else but the taste of his lips.
As if reading my thoughts, he closes the space between us and kisses me. His mouth meets mine with a firmness that steals the air from my lungs. I feel the heat of him through the thin space between our bodies, and my hands move on instinct, gripping the front of his shirt as if it is the only thing keeping me sane. He laughs against my lips and I raise my hand to smack him but he quickly grabs both my wrist and pins them to the bed.
He shifts his weight and settles over me, his body pressing me into the mattress until there is no space left between us. His arm cages me in, his knee fitting between mine as if he belongs there.
“You’re such a hot head in the morning. We should do something about that.”
His mouth drops to my neck before I can answer. The kiss lands just beneath my jaw, claiming every exposed inch of my skin. Then, his calloused palm snakes its way beneath my shirt, caressing my twin peaks. I let out a moan.
Jace snickers. “You don’t wear a bra when you sleep?” he murmurs while pinching my hardened nipples between his fingers.
Blushing, I finally smack him on the shoulder. “I-I feel more comfortable this way! Bras get in the way when I sleep. Do you have a problem with that?!”
“No, of course not…” he licks his lower lip as he lifts my shirt to expose my bare chest. “In fact, I could get used to waking up to this every morning.”
Like a starved beast, he dives right in and takes a sample of my breasts. I grab a fistful of his hair as he alternately licks and bites my taut nipples.
“Mmhh…Jace…”
“Fuck, it’s been a over a week since I last got a taste of these gorgeous titties…” He grabs my plump breasts and kneads them all the while sucking the other. “And I think they miss me as much as I do. Look how your nipples tighten with my tongue.”
I am losing my mind. It can’t be helped. Not when his mouth is giving my tits all the attention that they crave. Jace sucks and bites on them like he is nibbling on his favorite snack. He rubs his thumb over my nipples before pinching them, making my back arch. Then, he lashes his tongue around my areola, teasing them just enough so I find myself sputtering some mindless words of begging until he devours them again with his warm mouth. God, that mouth of his is heaven!
“Let’s see if there are other parts of you that miss me too.” He gives my nipples two more kisses before shifting his attention to my parted thighs.
He cups my sex through the fabric of my shorts. But even the layers of clothes can’t fully hide the evident arousal that is already soaking me wet. I blush as I watch Jace’s expression turn darker as he rubs my soaked panties.
“Hmm, look at how wet you get,” Jace whispers huskily. “Your pussy is practically crying for attention. And who am I to deny what it wants?”
Jace pulls my shorts, along with my underwear, off my legs in one swift motion. I pant as I lie there on my bed, breathless with my chest exposed for him and my pussy probably glistening with want. I can only imagine what I look like in his eyes as he rakes my body with an intense gaze as if he is staring at a work of art.
“Beautiful. This is the body that keeps me awake at night and makes me hard in the morning, the body that fills my dreams with things so filthy I need a cold shower the second I wake.” He caresses my body, leaving taxes of his heat on my skin. “But right now… I get the real thing, and no shower could ever compare.”
I moan when Jace strokes my bare pussy with his thumb, gathering all my moistness and rubbing it around my clit.
“Oh my god… Jace,” I whine.
Jace chuckles. “Open those pretty legs wider for me, baby. It’s time to claim my morning treat.”