Relationship With My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 43.

Wet, hot kisses are all over my neck and throat. It's definitely a wonderful feeling to wake up to, as I breathe out a sigh and tilt my head further back. His teeth tug at my ear lobe as his hands trail up my shirt.

Too early, but the need will never die.

"Jace..." I breathe, arching my back into him, evidently pushing my behind into his crotch.

He grunts, pinning me to the mattress and settling between my hips, over me. Our lips meet sensually, sending that overwhelming feeling through my body once again.

I know we need to talk, about a few things on his side and mine, but I'd like to enjoy as much time with him before things go south. Chances are he'll get pissed that I went to talk to Eric and I'll get mad as well because of his disappearance yesterday.

It's early, the sun has barely risen, so I know he'll be leaving soon. Whether this'll be the last time I talk to him for the day or not is unknown. I hope that it won't be, but I really don't know what to expect. He doesn't have a normal pattern.

The kiss is semi short, but sweet and when he pulls away he leans his forehead against mine. His eyes are closed when I raise mine, and he has his bottom lip rolled into his mouth.

"Good morning," he smiles, finally gazing at me. I reciprocate the gesture and rub my nose against his while he hooks my knee over his hip.

"We need to talk," I let him know, fully aware that he'll shoot me down. I slide my fingers through his hair.

"Not now," he confirms my suspicions and trails a hand down my outer thigh, sending my body into a pile of blazing mush. I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something significant, and yet I can't tell him to stop touching me.

I could quite possibly need a therapist for my obsession over his touch. Maybe a substitute.

"Ja-" his lips cover mine before I can push further, and I give up after a second. I'll do it later. I let out a whimper of appreciation and he grunts, pushing his hips into mine while I raise my own. His hand slides from my thigh to underneath my shirt and resting just beneath my breast. I lose my breath.

I'm tempted to stay here all day with him and do just this; kiss and be close together. I haven't missed a day of school since freshmen year when I had the flu - exclude last weeks two absences - so it amazes me how willing I am to ditch. It being senior year, all of my peers have hardly come to any of their classes, but I have. Now I realize how pointless it really is. I'm still waiting on my acceptance for the university of Michigan, but I'm almost positive that I will get in. Not trying to be overly confident, so going to class doesn't help me or hurt me considering my excessive amount of credits already.

"Babygirl," he growls, pushing my hips down with his hands. I let out a whine and try to raise them again, but he doesn't back down. "Stop or I won't be able to control what happens next."

My head falls back as his lips suction to my throat and neck and collarbone. He grabs my hands, holding them hostage over my head as he does so, leaving my body to him for the taking.

Am I drunk?

I'm panting, heaving, craving for him to do whatever he wants, but he pulls away in time before I voice my desires. His forehead meets mine, and we stay like this for a few seconds, just catching our breath.

"I should go before your parents get up," he tells me, already moving off of me and to his clothes that are casually lying on my carpeted floor. I can't help the disappointment that surfaces.

I watch him intently as he dresses. And I realize only Jace West can make buttoning his pants so goddamn sexy.

"Will I see you in first hour?" I ask, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. He raises his eyes to my face after he's successfully flipped his hair out of the way.