CHAPTER FOUR
His words rang like an evil vow in my head. "You have until the celebration is over to force me to finish. or I'm going to dare you."
My heart pounded louder than the music as I sat motionless between Jace Kingston's thighs. His scent was one of danger, cologne, and smoke. His warm, purposeful fingers were still positioned high on my thigh.
He whispered, "Tick-tock, sweetheart," in a harsh challenge. "You came to have fun. Play, then.
The party went on all around us, complete with thudding music, whirling bottles, and drunken laughing. However, I had the impression that I was in another world. He was the only living creature on a private island of fire and anxiety.
I forced my fear aside.
I then made a move.
Slowly, I moved my hands up his chest, following the hem o
