"Mmph..." Phoebe Faulkner's eyes widened as she stared at the man who had just stolen a kiss from her in her sleep.
Jace Lennox smoothly pushed her down onto the bed, his eyes drifting to her chest.
When Phoebe realized where he was looking, she blushed and quickly covered herself with her hands. 'I'm not wearing anything!' Just then, she heard Jace's muffled chuckle from above. "What are you hiding? Feeling shy now? Weren't you the one begging for it last night?"
Mortified, Phoebe shot Jace a glare.
That little glare from Phoebe was so alluring that even though Jace hadn't planned on it, he couldn't resist teasing her a little more.
He leaned in and kissed her again.
The kiss eventually stirred a real reaction in him, but thinking of how they'd gone at it all night, he forced himself to hold back.
Seeing Jace's frustrated expression, Phoebe sat up in bed and couldn't help but laugh. She grinned and teased, "Serves you right. You brought this on yourself."
