The hour-long car ride from Luke’s place back to the hotel is possibly the longest of my life. If I thought the cab ride home the first night Jace and I got together was painful, this one takes it to epic proportions.

We sit on opposite ends of the backseat, chatting about the wedding and Jace gives me a rundown on some of his family members who were there — aunts and uncles and cousins. The names and histories go in one ear and out the other for me though — normally I’d enjoy hearing about his family, but now I only have one thing on my mind: what happens when we get back to the hotel?

There are so many things I want to say to him, and yet my body is aching for his touch. For once, maybe, I want to not think. I want to feel.

When the driver pulls up in front of the Grand Windsor Hotel, Jace takes my hand. He helps me out of the limo, but then doesn’t let go as we make our way through the lobby.

When we get inside the elevator, Jace turns to me with a smile. “My place or yours?”

Instead of answering, I hit the button for the tenth floor. The room we’d shared all week. Jace nods and we’re quiet again as the elevator dings softly passed each floor.

He holds the door open when we get to the tenth floor and then follows me wordlessly down the hallway. I don’t really let myself breathe until the door of our room swings closed behind us. Then I turn to face Jace.

His eyes are dark and he’s watching me carefully, as if waiting for me to set the pace.

“Jace…” My hands are knotting involuntarily, a distraction from what they really want to do, which is reach out and stroke his hard jaw.

He takes a step toward me, closing the distance between us. He leans in until his face is mere inches from mine.

“Celia,” he says. His voice is gruff and it seems to catch in his throat.

Finally I unclench my hands. I reach up and run my fingertips along his jaw, the way they’ve been aching to do.

“I don’t want to talk, okay?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Jace’s eyes darken further, his pupils dilating.

“Okay.”

His hands move to my hair. He winds my locks around his fists and tugs gently, tilting my head back just enough so that I’m looking up at him. He’s standing even closer to me now, having somehow closed the distance between us completely, and I can feel the heat of his body in front of me.

My breath is coming in short pants now, and by the time Jace leans in closer, my lips are aching for him. My whole body aches for him.

“Kiss me.” My words are a breathless whisper. So unlike me — or at least that’s what I used to think. Funny how Jace has changed my perception of who I am and what I want.

Jace is grinning now, that same damn cocky grin that made me melt for him in the first place.

“Okay,” he says again.

His lips against mine are soft and heavenly. We’re not so much kissing as exchanging breath. He grazes my lips with his. Neither of us move.

Then Jace nips at my bottom lip. I groan and press my mouth harder against his. I open to him and then his tongue is finding mine, roughly invading my mouth. My whole body trembles as I lean against him, and I snake my arms around his waist to keep from falling over. I feel dizzy with this — his lips on mine, his scent in my nose, his hands in my hair.

He’s still kissing me as he walks me backwards toward the bed, but then he pulls away. He pushes me down onto the bed, and then slowly starts removing his clothes — first the yellow bowtie, then the jacket. Then he slowly unbuttons the white shirt. I lick my lips in breathless anticipation, shivering as I see his muscled chest come into view.

Every movement he makes is slow and deliberate. He finishes undoing the buttons and then slides the shirt off his broad shoulders. When he moves to his belt and starts undoing it, I feel my whole body clench. I can already see the bulge that’s tenting the front of his tuxedo pants. When he pushes his pants down off his hips, his shorts come too, unleashing the thick huge cock that I’ve been so hungry for.

“Stand up,” he says. He’s already got his fist wrapped around his dick, and he strokes the shaft slowly as I do as he says.

“Turn around,” he says, as I stand, and I do that too.

I feel his free hand against the back of my neck, and then he’s pulling down the zipper of my dress. The whole garment slips down off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor and then step neatly out of it.

Jace is still standing behind me, and I feel his fingers against my back now. He unclasps the light lavender colored bra I’m wearing, and I raise my arms just enough to let that fall to the ground too. My panties go next, as Jace pushes them down off my hips and I step out of them.

When we’re both completely naked, he turns me back around. He lets go of his cock, and then both his hands go to my face, tilting it up so that he can kiss me again.

I moan into his mouth. My whole body feels electric with anticipation.

He’s still kissing me as he pushes me down, and still kissing me as he climbs onto the bed, kneeling over me.

I pull him down on top of me and for the longest time, we do nothing but kiss. As if somehow, our lips can say what our voices can’t.

I twine my legs through his and press my body up against him, wanting to get as close as I possibly can, to feel every inch of his skin against mine. Soon his hands are grazing over my arms, down my thighs, up over my ribcage. I squirm in closer to him and make a sound that can only be described as a purr.

Jace chuckles and pulls away for a minute. His blue eyes connect with my green ones, and for a second it feels like he’s staring right into my soul.

He sits up and pulls me so that I’m sitting up too, and then he pulls me into his lap. His arms go around my back, holding me to him. I can feel his cock between us, thick and hard and huge.

I turn so that I’m facing him, and wrap my legs around his waist. Now I can feel his cock pressed up against my slit and I shimmy against him. Jace groans and winds his hands through my hair.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers. All I can do is nod, because God, do I need that too.

Jace lifts my hips just enough that he can nudge his cock up against my entrance, and then he lets me slowly sink down on him. I keep my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he fills me, stretching me almost to my limit.

I can’t take my eyes off his. We start to move together like that, me in his lap facing him, his hands braced just under my ass to help me rock against him. Our movements are slow and gentle but somehow I’m already starting to clench around him.

“Oh, God, Celia.” He’s holding me so tight to him that my breasts are crushed against his chest, and my clit rubs against his groin.

“Jace…” I touch his jaw with my fingertips, then lean into kiss him again. My hair tumbles over both of us. As we kiss, Jace starts shifting his hips faster, lifting my ass up and down so that I’m bobbing on his cock.

It feels incredible — so hot yet so intimate at the same time. I clench my walls tighter around him as he thrusts, and he groans into my mouth.

“Come inside me, Jace,” I whisper, my words almost getting lost in my breathless panting. “Come and take me with you.”

Jace growls, low in his throat, and I can feel his cock start to surge inside me. I bear down on him, grinding my clit against him as all my muscles clench.

The eruption comes hard and fast, for both of us. Jace grips my hips and pulls me down even more forcefully on top of him, and then I’m seizing around him, my pussy spasming uncontrollably around him. My back arches, my head flies back, even my toes curl, totally out of my control. I feel Jace swell and then erupt inside of me, spilling all of himself deep into my canal.

We keep rocking together long after our orgasms have subsided, as if both of us are reluctant to give up this closeness.

But eventually Jace’s cock starts to soften and slip out of me, and our joined fluids drip down my thigh. Jace cradles me and we roll over together, so that we’re lying on the bed together, my head tucked neatly under his chin, his arms wrapped around me.

We’re both quiet for a long time, then Jace kisses the top of my head.

“Remember the other day, when we were talking and I said missionary was my favorite position?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I think I’d like to change my answer to whatever that was called.”

I giggle. “I think it’s called Hell Yeah. And I’d like to change my answer too.”

Jace laughs, low and deep and unconstrained, and for the first time in awhile, I feel like everything is perfect.