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"Yeah," I whisper.

"Well…" His jaw ticks. "You wanna do something about it?"

I answer by fisting his jacket and kissing him the way I've wanted to since I first saw him on the field.

Hard. Intense. Enough to show him how proud of him I am.

How much I wish this night felt less like a dream and more like reality.

Jace's fingers fly to my zipper, opening my jacket and pulling it off my shoulders. I slip my hands underneath his sweatshirt, yanking it up with whatever t-shirt he has on underneath until he leans back to pull them off.

My fingertips dance over the peaks in his shoulders, dragging down his chest until they reach the ink on his ribs.

"You played great tonight," I say softly as Jace kisses me again.

He drops down to press his lips to my neck. "I had someone to impress."

I tilt my head as he nips at my ear, his palms dipping underneath my bra. "Did it work?" I breathe as he grips me harder.

Jace bends at his knees, falling in front of me as he pulls my leggings and underwear down with him. "You tell me." I lift each foot as he slides the lycra off, and when he kisses my center, I forget how to speak, let alone tease back.

I moan as Jace stands again. He kisses me, and my tongue rolls over his as he walks us both further into the bathroom.

When my back hits glass, he leans into the front of the shower without breaking apart and turns on the faucet. "Bra off, Lenny."

I oblige without question, reaching behind my back, unclasping the lace, and letting it drop to the floor.

When the material brushes against the cold, gray tile—the dull thud standing out against the steady stream of the shower—his head whips toward it.

He exhales slowly, his eyes finding mine again as he reaches for me and tugs me in. His thumbs brush against my nipples, and I suck in a breath.

"You still like that, don't you?" he whispers in my ear.

I hum in response.

Jace boxes me in, smacking his palms against the shower door just starting to fog. "And this," he murmurs, bending forward and flicking me with his tongue.

A whimper escapes the back of my throat as I press my shoulders against the glass.

"Mmm…" He sweeps his teeth along my collarbone. "I still know you, Lenny."

The bulge underneath Jace's sweatpants brushes against my thigh.

My hand moves to it like a moth to a flame. "Let's see if I still know you then."

He pulls back slowly, searching my eyes.

"Pants off, Jace," I demand.

His throat moves up and down as he immediately dips his fingers underneath his waistband. His gaze never leaves mine as he kicks off his pants, his perfect cock unapologetically waiting for me.

I take him in my hand, his breath more ragged now, then lock eyes with him as I slink down to the floor.

I drop to my knees, using his sweatpants as a barrier between them and the tile. The occasional spray from the steam bounces off my arm as I tighten my grip and swirl my tongue around his tip.

Jace groans, watching me as I take him in my mouth—slowly at first, sliding back up before I press him to the back of my throat.

My eyes water as his hand flies to the metal bar along the top of the shower, and a guttural sound pours from his chest.