He swings the door wide and pulls me inside, and for a second I’m nervous because slowing the pace has given us both thinking time. The urge to have sex with him is still strong enough to classify as violent, but I’m nervous too.

Jace seems to sense it because he lays the key down and takes my bag from my fingers, then strokes my jaw with the back of his hand. I’m surprised when he turns me against the wall, sweeping my hair over one shoulder so he can kiss my neck. It’s a good move, one that feels screamingly sexy, the kind of thing you only ever do...