Fever (Breathless #2)(103)

“You’re going to kill yourself in those damn heels,” Gabe muttered.

“But they’re sexy,” Bethany defended. “At least, I thought so.”

“No doubt there, sweetheart. You look killer in them. Jace is going to swallow his damn tongue. But if you kill yourself before you get to him, they won’t have done much good.”

“Mia said Jace would want to f**k me in these shoes,” she said and then was mortified by what she’d blurted out.

Gabe chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Did she now? Well, Mia is an authority on being f**ked in killer heels, so if she said that it’s probably true.”

Bethany grinned cheekily as they entered the building. Jace was standing a short distance away, and his gaze narrowed as he took in the unsteady gait in which she walked.

“Gabe thinks I look sexy,” she announced when Jace stopped in front of them. “And he totally said you’d f**k me in these shoes.” She stopped and frowned, her thoughts suddenly muddled. “Or maybe it was Mia who said you’d f**k me. Either way, I wanna be f**ked in these shoes.”

Gabe shook with laughter next to her.

A slow grin curved Jace’s lips. “I think that can be arranged.”

She nodded. Then she turned and leaned up on tiptoe to kiss Gabe’s cheek.

“Thank you again for taking such good care of us tonight.”

Gabe chuckled. “Anytime, sweetheart.” Then he turned to Jace. “Better get a hold on her. Once I let her go, she’ll likely take a header.”

Jace chuckled but took firm grip on her arm as Gabe turned to walk away.

“Thanks, man. Next time it’ll be my turn.”

“Thank f**k,” Gabe muttered. “You have no idea what I was subjected to tonight. Let’s just say there isn’t a damn man in that club who wasn’t drooling on the floor at their antics.”

Jace’s eyebrows went up and then he glanced down at Bethany, his gaze inquisitive.

She sent him a dazzling smile and he grinned at her in return.

“Gotta say, the shoes are definitely sexy on you,” he murmured.

“Mia was right,” she said smugly.

He turned her toward the elevator and half carried her into it.

“What was she right about, baby?”

“She said you’d take one look at me, drunk, in these sexy heels and you’d want to instantly f**k me. While I’m still wearing the shoes.”

He laughed as the elevator opened into his apartment. “Can’t say I’m going to argue with that assessment, although can’t say hearing that about me from my sister is at the top of my list of priorities.”

“She said Gabe wouldn’t make it to the bedroom and that he’d f**k her in her heels just inside the doorway,” she said solemnly.

Jace winced. “Baby, you gotta stop. Definitely don’t want to be hearing about some man f**king my baby sister and definitely don’t want the details.”

She laughed and then weaved when he let her arm go.

“Whoops!” she said as he caught her again.

“Just how much did you have to drink tonight?”

“Lots,” she said smugly. “I wanted to have drunk sex with you and I wanted you to tear my dress off me and f**k me in my heels like Gabe’s going to f**k Mia.”

Jace groaned. “Baby, you have to stop. I’m more than happy to f**k you any way you want but can we please leave Gabe and Mia out of this?”

She nodded. “Or maybe I’ll f**k you.” She brightened at that idea and then her eyes narrowed fuzzily on Jace. “Can I do that?”

He laughed and then tugged her toward the bedroom. “Oh, hell yeah. Baby, you can do whatever your sweet little drunk ass wants to. I’m more than willing to let you take advantage of me in your drunken state.”

She wobbled after him into the bedroom and shivered at the sultry look he sent her way as soon as the door closed behind them. His eyes were dark with lust and amusement, the good kind that told her everything Mia had predicted was absolutely true.

Her hands went to unfasten her dress but she couldn’t quite get the hang of the zipper and she nearly fell over when she angled her arms higher.

“Oh, let me,” Jace murmured. “You don’t have to do a single thing, baby. I’m going to take full advantage of your inebriated state and since you’ve planned this the entire evening, I’m not going to spare an ounce of guilt for all the things I’m going to do to you. But you better damn well remember it in the morning.”

She shivered again when his hands slid up her back and then eased the zipper down, loosening the dress.

“I’m not that drunk,” she said, defending herself.

He chuckled, his breath sizzling over her bare neck just before he pressed his mouth to her nape, sending chill bumps racing down her spine. “Oh, you’re drunk. And you’re cute as hell. I’m going to f**k your mouth, your pu**y and that sweet ass. If you pass out on me, I’m not going to be pleased.”

She closed her eyes, weaving unsteadily until he caught her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest as he let her dress fall to the floor. No way in hell she was going to miss this.

“Love the lingerie,” he whispered as he nuzzled just behind her ear. “Love those heels even more. And yeah, I’m absolutely going to f**k you in them.”