“And I told you, I’m not drunk.”

When he looks unconvinced, I say, “Fine. Don’t touch me.” Dipping my head, I kiss down his neck, breathing in his familiar clean scent. “I’ll just touch you.”

He makes a gruff, almost painful sound as I drop to my knees. I can’t tell if it’s pleasure from my touch, or annoyance because I’m pushing his buttons. Knowing Jace, probably both.

My hands slip under his shirt and I’m treated to golden buttery skin and rippling muscles. “You never had abs like these when we were kids.”

That gets a laugh out of him. “That’s because I didn’t hit the gym five days a week.”

Yeah, his hard work definitely shows.

I smirk as I kiss down his chest. “I’d tell you how sexy you are, but I’m pretty sure you’re aware.”

I run my tongue over one of his abs and he sucks in a breath. “Someone’s full of compliments tonight.”

My mouth waters as I zero in on those deep V-lines. “Want to fill me with something else?”

His nostrils flare. “You’re killing me.”

I look up at him. “I haven’t even started yet.”

His thumb strokes the edge of my jaw. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”

“Fine. If that’s what you really want.” I trail my nail down his zipper, unfastening it. “Mind if I take a peek at what’s under the hood first? See what I’ll be missing out on because you’re too stubborn?”

He opens his mouth and closes it before grinding out, “Go for it.”

Anticipation sparks through me as I pop open the button on his jeans and tug them down. I stare, impressed if I’m being honest, at the massive erection tenting his black boxers, begging to be free.

With a small smirk, I brush my fingertips along the elastic waistband, taking my sweet time.

His head falls back, and I watch the tendons in his throat move as I push his boxers down.

My breath leaves me in a rush when his cock bobs free, slapping against his navel.

He’s long, thick, and veiny. Perfect through and through.

The smug smile on his face tells me he knows it.

But I’m not done teasing him yet. I want to make him lose control.

I get as close as I can without making contact. “You have no idea how much I want to put my mouth on it.”

His dick twitches and a little drop of fluid glistens his tip.

Groaning, he wraps his hand around the base and gives it a slow stroke. “That so?”

Nodding, I lick the edge of his thumb. “But someone thinks it’s a bad idea…so I can’t.”

He mutters a curse. “You made your point.”

My, how the tables have turned.

Another drop of fluid forms at his tip, this time leaking onto his stomach.

“Are you sure?”

“You tell me,” he rasps, his voice low and husky.

My pulse skitters as I glide my tongue over the pearly bead on his stomach. “You taste like you’re sure.”

His lips part as he stares down at me. “Dylan.”

There’s so much lust and longing enveloping my name, my skin heats.

I walk my fingers up his thigh. “You never asked me what I wanted for my birthday.”

His eyes blaze. “What do you want for your birthday?”

Lowering my head, I lick a circle around his tip, giving him my answer.

His breathing becomes labored. “Christ.”

Wrapping my hand around his base, I stretch my lips over his wide crown.

He watches me with urgent intensity. “Jesus.”

Tension lines his features when I release him with a wet pop. “Keep going.” His eyes snap with heat and his hand tangles in my hair, keeping me right where he wants me. “I need more of that.”

The carnal tone lacing his words goes straight to my core and my mouth finds him again, taking him deeper this time.

His brow furrows and he releases a low groan. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

There’s something so hot about the way he’s directing me, letting me know exactly what he likes.

Feeling bold, I lick and suck him as far down as I can.

His body shudders and the hand in my hair tightens. “Fuck.”

I go to repeat the movement, but he leans over and hauls me back onto his lap.

“What—”

His lips find mine and he cups my nape, holding me steady as he kisses me with such hunger, I melt into him.

“I was having fun,” I tell him as he tilts my head back and licks my throat.

“Me too,” he rasps. “Too much fun.” He tugs on the top of my dress, exposing my breast. “Wanted to see these before it was over.” Lust rushes through me like a live wire when he inclines his head and flicks my nipple with his tongue ring. “So fucking worth it.”

I’m a helpless mess as he sucks with calculated, eager tugs. “Jace.”

Rough hands grab my ass, bringing me closer to his mouth. “I fucking love the way you say my name.” He yanks on the top of my dress again, exposing my other breast. “And your tits.” My body jerks when he does that thing with his tongue again. “Especially these tight little nipples.”

Oh, Jesus. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his dirty mouth.

I moan when his lips find the hollow of my throat.

He chuckles, knowing full well how sensitive I am there. “I bet you’re so fucking wet for me right now.” His hand slips under my dress. “Let’s see if I’m right.”

I hiss when his fingers trace the lace of my panties.

“You wear these for me tonight?”

“No. I wore them for me.”

“They’re wet,” he notes, snapping them against my skin.

Reaching between us, I give his cock a slow, teasing jerk. “I know. You dropped me in a pool, remember?”

“Smartass,” he mutters before he sinks his teeth into my neck and my eyes flutter closed.

“How about this?” A cocky grin tugs the corners of his mouth as he moves my panties to the side and cups my pussy. “Is this for me?”

“For tonight,” I taunt, and his eyes darken.

My breath hitches as the tip of his finger slowly circles my opening. “Take that dress off. It’s ruining my view.”

I clutch the hem and pull it over my head. “Anything else?”

His free hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he pulls me close, as if he wants to tell me a secret.

“Yeah actually.” He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and dips two fingers inside me. “Ride them.”

Looping my arms around his neck for leverage, I start grinding myself against his hand. I make a choked, jittery sound as he curls them inside me.

“There we go.” He makes a husky sound of approval as he slides them back out, showing me my fluids before he sucks them into his mouth. “So fucking good.”

The sight of him licking my wetness clean off his fingers sends a violent tremor through me. It’s so hot I’m liable to combust. “Oh my God.”

Smirking, he sinks them back in, deeper this time. “Put your hand back on my dick.”

I jack him up and down as his fingers work me, plunging hard and fast into my slickness.

“This isn’t working,” he says.