the heat of Jayce’s body, resting her palm on the center of his chest. His dark gaze dropped to her. Desire flashed before he glanced, uncertainly, back at Brice.
Now or never.
Alyssa curled her fingers into Jayce’s T-shirt and gave a gentle tug. From the corner of her eye, she caught the permissive dip of Brice’s head. Hesitantly, Jayce turned into her. She tightened her fingers, drawing him down until the whisper of his breath danced across her cheeks. With that unsteady exhale, Jayce closed his eyes. Alyssa dusted her mouth across his.
His lips played an intoxicating game of catch and release. Latching on long enough to give her the impression he would yield fully, letting go at the last moment to remind her he was the one who held control. Tempting, taunting, making her want to beg for the feel of his tongue sliding against hers.
As if he could hear her silent desperation, he flicked the tip of his tongue out and touched it to hers. Fire arced through her, and she leaned closer to prevent his retreat. But Jayce denied her the satisfaction and withdrew to suckle at her lower lip. Alyssa managed to silence a frustrated whimper a nanosecond before it broke free.
He was playing at her game, and if she wasn’t careful, he’d win.
She grabbed at her fragmented thoughts, shoved them back in line. She would not get caught up in a firestorm of desire and forget her own rules. Though, oh, it was so tempting.
Instead, she shifted position so she straddled his thigh. Leaning half-over him, she bent forward until her breasts grazed his chest. She forced herself to think about Brice’s reaction, not the satisfied groan that rumbled in Jayce’s throat as he finally surrendered his mouth. Brice’s blue eyes would be narrowed, his mouth not quite pursed, definitely not relaxed. From his vantage he had a clear view of her exposed thigh, and his gaze would lock onto the way Jayce’s fingers inched slowly up the back.
A shiver rolled through her as Jayce’s hand nudged the satin higher, creeping closer to the curve of her buttock. His palm was delightfully warm, the scrape of rough calluses intolerably pleasant. It took sheer will-power not to drop her hips and arch them backward, into his hand’s enchanting path, until his fingertips met the swollen flesh between her legs.
At the mere thought of doing so, her pussy pulsed. Another rush of moisture soaked her.
Distantly, she recognized the sound of Brice clearing his throat. Thank the saints above—the sound pulled her back from the edge of abandon and centered her thoughts once more. She eased out of the kiss and grazed her teeth over Jayce’s upper lip, returning his own earlier teasing. Against the back of her thigh, his fingertips tightened. His free hand fastened at her waist and an instant of pressure urged her to shimmy sideways so she would be completely in his lap. She swayed, all too willing to comply. But then, as if he remembered himself, his hand eased, and he held her loosely in place.
Another reminder of how easily he could bend her to his wishes.
Damn him.
Alyssa terminated the kiss and eased herself out of Jayce’s hold, to her feet. His gaze locked with hers. Desire turned those dark depths into shards of onyx, but the surprise she’d hoped for wasn’t present. He merely arched an eyebrow. She couldn’t decipher whether it was inquisitive or mocking.
She didn’t care.
With a soft smile, Alyssa extended her hand. “I know a more comfortable place.”
Jayce slid his hand into hers and rose to his feet. Alyssa turned, tucked his hand at the small of her back, and guided him around the table toward the door at the end of the hall. There was no reason to extend an invitation to Brice; he would join when he’d given her time to enjoy her playmate a little.
And enjoy Jayce she would. He might believe he could sway her without effort. Might even be right in that thought. But there was one thing she could use to her advantage—she knew this
Now or never.
Alyssa curled her fingers into Jayce’s T-shirt and gave a gentle tug. From the corner of her eye, she caught the permissive dip of Brice’s head. Hesitantly, Jayce turned into her. She tightened her fingers, drawing him down until the whisper of his breath danced across her cheeks. With that unsteady exhale, Jayce closed his eyes. Alyssa dusted her mouth across his.
His lips played an intoxicating game of catch and release. Latching on long enough to give her the impression he would yield fully, letting go at the last moment to remind her he was the one who held control. Tempting, taunting, making her want to beg for the feel of his tongue sliding against hers.
As if he could hear her silent desperation, he flicked the tip of his tongue out and touched it to hers. Fire arced through her, and she leaned closer to prevent his retreat. But Jayce denied her the satisfaction and withdrew to suckle at her lower lip. Alyssa managed to silence a frustrated whimper a nanosecond before it broke free.
He was playing at her game, and if she wasn’t careful, he’d win.
She grabbed at her fragmented thoughts, shoved them back in line. She would not get caught up in a firestorm of desire and forget her own rules. Though, oh, it was so tempting.
Instead, she shifted position so she straddled his thigh. Leaning half-over him, she bent forward until her breasts grazed his chest. She forced herself to think about Brice’s reaction, not the satisfied groan that rumbled in Jayce’s throat as he finally surrendered his mouth. Brice’s blue eyes would be narrowed, his mouth not quite pursed, definitely not relaxed. From his vantage he had a clear view of her exposed thigh, and his gaze would lock onto the way Jayce’s fingers inched slowly up the back.
A shiver rolled through her as Jayce’s hand nudged the satin higher, creeping closer to the curve of her buttock. His palm was delightfully warm, the scrape of rough calluses intolerably pleasant. It took sheer will-power not to drop her hips and arch them backward, into his hand’s enchanting path, until his fingertips met the swollen flesh between her legs.
At the mere thought of doing so, her pussy pulsed. Another rush of moisture soaked her.
Distantly, she recognized the sound of Brice clearing his throat. Thank the saints above—the sound pulled her back from the edge of abandon and centered her thoughts once more. She eased out of the kiss and grazed her teeth over Jayce’s upper lip, returning his own earlier teasing. Against the back of her thigh, his fingertips tightened. His free hand fastened at her waist and an instant of pressure urged her to shimmy sideways so she would be completely in his lap. She swayed, all too willing to comply. But then, as if he remembered himself, his hand eased, and he held her loosely in place.
Another reminder of how easily he could bend her to his wishes.
Damn him.
Alyssa terminated the kiss and eased herself out of Jayce’s hold, to her feet. His gaze locked with hers. Desire turned those dark depths into shards of onyx, but the surprise she’d hoped for wasn’t present. He merely arched an eyebrow. She couldn’t decipher whether it was inquisitive or mocking.
She didn’t care.
With a soft smile, Alyssa extended her hand. “I know a more comfortable place.”
Jayce slid his hand into hers and rose to his feet. Alyssa turned, tucked his hand at the small of her back, and guided him around the table toward the door at the end of the hall. There was no reason to extend an invitation to Brice; he would join when he’d given her time to enjoy her playmate a little.
And enjoy Jayce she would. He might believe he could sway her without effort. Might even be right in that thought. But there was one thing she could use to her advantage—she knew this
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