[COMPLETED] Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. When she finally starts college despite her mental health issues, she meets the dark, mysterious, yet intriguing Jace Evans, who is covered in tattoos and the most beautiful boy s...
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I take the opportunity to move onto Jace's lap swiftly, as our lips are still moving together. My shirt feels heavy on me, the room is getting too hot and I can't take the heat anymore. I stop the kiss to slowly take it off, never breaking eye contact with Jace. He's giving me wild eyes, like he does so often.
His hands wander over my back automatically, leaving shivers on my skin as he goes. He wraps his arms around my waist to pull me closer into him, as he reconnects our lips. That's not enough for me. I tug on Jace's shirt, pulling it upwards, to signal him that I want it off too. I watch him for every second he's throwing his shirt over his head and down on the floor. His tattoos are showing and like I love to do, I trace them with my fingers.
Jace is watching me intensely while I do so, I feel his eyes on my every move. He's getting goosebumps under my touch, and I love the effect that I have on him. I can tell that he can't take it any longer, as he reconnects our lips by laying his hand on my neck and pulling me towards him. I lay my arms around his neck too, to be as close to him as possible.
Our warm, naked upper bodies touch and I feel like I'm home. It feels as if I belong here with him.
Jace breaks the kiss again to move down to my neck. He starts kissing every inch of it slowly, making me let out a little sigh. My heart starts racing faster again, if that's even possible, when Jace starts sucking on my weak spot. How did he find that so fast?
Another quiet, long sigh leaves my mouth. I feel like I'm going to explode, I need more of him and I know that he needs more of me. I start rocking my hips back and forth slowly, on top of Jace's crotch.
"Fuck" he whispers once I start doing so.
He lightly lays his hands on my hips, to guide me in the same rhythm. I feel that Jace is looking at me, so I stare right into his eyes while continuing to moving my hips. Whatever we're doing here, the eye contact makes it so much more intense.
Before we can take this any further, Jace interrupts our movements to my despair.
"I won't touch you if you're unsure after everything that happened today, it's okay if you are" Jace says to me, out of breath.
It takes a moment for me to clear my foggy mind. That's the one thing I did not want to think about, but his question brings me back to reality. I want this, bad, but obviously Jace has had a sexual past. A big one that is.
I'm not worried about getting pregnant since I've been on the pill since I was 16. For acne treatment, of course. Yet, Jace's sexual experience is making me feel uneasy. So, I hesitate.
"You're not sure" Jace states, as he once again reads my mind. He stops his actions immediately.
"No" I interrupt him right away. "I'm not unsure. I just..." I try to explain to him.
"You're worried about my... past" he says and takes confirmation in my silence.
He looks deep in thought. "I didn't let any of those girls touch me without a condom, in any way. Not one. If that's what you were thinking" he says, with no shyness what so ever, while leaning back onto his elbows.
