My nose twitched, picking up the smell of ham, and Landon fled my mind.
Ham. Actual meat.
I rolled away from Jace, nothing in my head but the need to go and eat everything in sight, and I yelped as a muscular arm wrapped around my middle and yanked me back onto the bed.
"Touching, remember?" Jace said gruffly, his voice coming from way too close to my ear.
He pressed up behind me, his chest against my back, a wall of heat and strength.
"I can get the tray," I gasped. "I'll bring it back. Just let me at the sandwiches before I eat you."
He laughed, and I felt it more than heard it. "I wouldn't say no. I'd rather do it the other way around, though."
Oh, and that, that put images in my head. Lots of them. Vivid ones, starting with Jace pinning my hips and sucking my cock down his throat, and rapidly moving on to me on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, and Jace busy with his lips and tongue between my cheeks.
