Body Checked By My Straight Captain Chapter 11
Jace keeps my hand pressed against him. He’s big under my palm. Hard. Hot even through the fabric.
My breath catches before I can stop it. His eyes fix on mine.
“You’re shaking.”
“Because you’re insane.”
“Sure.”
His thumb strokes slowly across the inside of my wrist.
“But you’re still touching me.”
Heat climbs straight up my neck.
Across the aisle, Connor hasn’t looked away.
I can feel his stare on us. Piercing through me.
Jace notices too. Of course he does.
“You like him watching?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
He finally lets go of my wrist.
For a beat, I think it’s over. Then his hand lands high on my thigh.
I jump in my seat at the feel of his hot palm.
His fingers squeeze into the muscle, spreading wider as he pulls me a fraction closer.
“Jace.”
“Tell me to move.”
I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.
His eyes sharpen.
“That’s what I thought.”
He leans in, his chest pressing against my shoulder.
His breath spills hot against my ear.
“I heard every little sound you made in that bathroom.”
Mortification burns through me. So does another sharp pulse of heat.
“You thought it was him telling you what to do.”
His thumb drags slowly along my inner thigh. My legs tense.
“But you still did exactly what I said.”
Fuck.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” His mouth brushes my ear.
My stomach clenches at the same time as desire runs straight through me.
I shift before I can stop myself. Closer to him. And dammit, Jace feels it.
“There he is.”
Fuck him. Jace looks directly at Connor.
Then his teeth catch my earlobe. Slow. Deliberate.
A broken sound slips out of me.
Connor’s face changes. His eyes go ice cold.
Then he stands.