Cruel Prince(Royal Hearts Academy #1) - A. Jade Page 0,66
out of the question.
“If I didn’t want to kiss her, what the hell makes you think I’d screw her?”
He has a point.
Exhaling, I look up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I’m just…”
Jealous. Bitter. Anxious. All of the above.
“I get it.” A muscle in his jaw flexes. “I wanted to rip every limb off Tommy’s body and bash his head in with them when I saw you two in the hallway before.”
“Wow, that’s quite the visual.”
“What can I say? It sucked.” He gives me a lopsided grin. “Now kiss me and make it better.”
I rise up on my tiptoes. “For what it’s worth, you don’t have to worry about Tommy. I’m all yo—”
Warm lips crash into mine before I can finish my sentence.
It doesn’t take long for the kiss to go from sweet and gentle, to intense and all-consuming.
Slow shivers dance over my skin when he presses me against the wall and flicks his tongue against mine.
“It’s not fair how good you are at this.”
His lips curve. “I excel at things I love doing.” Tenderly, he nips my bottom lip. “Kissing you is my new favorite thing.”
“Mine too.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tease him right back.
“Jesus, Dylan,” he whispers before he cups my nape and kisses me deeper.
I claw at his shoulders as he explores my mouth. Every sense of mine is heightened, and my hormones are spinning out of control.
I can’t get enough of this. I want to taste, touch, and feel every part of him.
“We should have done this sooner,” he murmurs.
“Yeah—” My ears perk up when I hear a faint click. “Did you hear that?”
“What?”
I crane my neck, but it’s impossible to see around the large filing cabinet we’re next to. “I thought I heard the door open.”
He kisses down my jaw. “I’m pretty sure I locked it.”
“Oh my God.”
The tremble that runs through me when Jace’s lips brush my neck is almost violent.
He does it again, only this time he gently suckles my skin.
I shiver and my legs turn to putty. “You’re killing me.”
Jace laughs, sending another quake down my spine.
“It feels so good.” I dig my nails into the back of his head. “I want more.”
His fingers pause on the first button of my dress. “Is this okay?”
When I nod, he kisses the spot and groans. “You have the softest skin.”
I’m about to tell him to unbutton the next one, but my phone rings.
“Don’t answer it,” Jace mutters as he kisses my collarbone. “We still have an hour before the dance ends.”
Normally I wouldn’t, but it’s my dad’s ringtone. Given he’s so preoccupied with Savannah, he never calls me unless it’s something important.
“It’s my dad.”
Jace bolts upright. “Yeah, you should probably get that.”
I fight the urge to laugh as I fish my phone out of my purse. Nothing ruins a make-out session like the father of a teenage girl calling.
“Hey, Dad,” I answer. “What’s up?”
“Grab your things, tater tot,” he says, sounding flustered. “I’m parked out front.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he’s been drinking because he hasn’t called me tater tot in years.
“I appreciate you coming to get me, but the dance doesn’t end for another hour. Mr. Covington said he’d pick us up since I was planning on hanging out with Jace for a little while afterward.”
I’m not sure what to make of the expression on Jace’s face, but I don’t have time to dwell on it, because my dad’s next statement has my mind reeling.
“Sorry, honey. Tell Jace there’s been a change of plans. I need you to get your things and meet me outside.”
My stomach drops. “Is everything okay?”
Jace moves closer to me.
My dad chuckles. “Better than okay, tater tot. I have fantastic news. I don’t want to explain everything over the phone though, so meet me outside.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ll be there in a minute, just let me say bye to Jace.”
“Okay but make it snappy.”
Uh. That’s weird. “Why?”
“Christ, Dylan. Stop with the ninety-nine questions. I promise I’ll explain everything when I see you.”
“All right, fine.”
“Everything okay?” Jace asks after I hang up.
“According to my dad, everything is better than okay. Apparently, he has some exciting news to tell me that couldn’t wait until after I got home.”
“That’s…”
“Strange? Yeah, I know.”
His shoulders rise in a shrug. “Maybe he won the lottery.”
I snort. “I’m sure Savannah will just love that.” I clutch my chest when the thought hits me. “What if she’s pregnant?”