CHAPTER 3

Jace had already moved in front of me, standing between my spread knees. His hood was still shadowing his face, but I could see his mouth curve when he hooked a finger under my bra strap. “Lift your arms again.”

My breath was still ragged, my brain foggy, but I did it. The bra was gone in one pull, tossed somewhere I didn’t care about.

“Fuck,” Jace muttered, low and almost to himself, before leaning down and taking my nipple into his mouth.

The shock of it had me arching ...