still companionable, there was a little element of…not necessarily nerves per se, but jitters. Anticipation. Something good but a little scary. Being she was the inexperienced one, she understood why she was a little bit scared, but she sensed there was a little timidity in him, too.
She was probably losing it, because what did he have to be timid about? This gorgeous, experienced, fantastic man.
She unlocked her door and stepped inside. “What kind of food do you like? I have some chicken I could make, or—” She had to stop talking when his mouth claimed hers, when his arms wrapped around her like he was desperate to be pressed to her. Like he was needy. Like he just had to kiss her and hold her and…
No one had ever had to do either of those things when it came to her. She was surprised that even as his mouth fit to hers, as his hands stroked up and down her spine, she felt tears prick the back of her eyes. No one had ever needed her, desperately wanted her. No one. It dove into some empty place inside of her, filling her up with light, with something she wasn’t sure how to name.
But this was too good to cry over. It was too exciting to let those emotions take over. So, instead, she kissed him and held him as tight as he was holding her. Because she needed and wanted him, too.
“Let’s just order pizza.”
She laughed against his mouth at the suggestion. “Okay. We can order pizza.”
“Later,” he said, his voice low and rumbly like a groan as he walked her toward the dim hall that led to her bedroom.
“Oh… Okay.”
He paused for a minute, slowly meeting her gaze as though he was looking for some sign or some specific expression. She thought she probably looked dazed and shell-shocked.
“Unless you absolutely have to have it now?”
There was something she absolutely had to have now, and it was definitely not pizza. No, it was him. It was this thing between them. He couldn’t put it off anymore and she didn’t want to.
She wanted him. She wanted to know what it would be like and she was going to experience this. She was going to give herself over to this man, because she liked him and enjoyed his company, and he made her feel like no one had ever made her feel.
She placed her hand on his chest, letting her palm soak in the steady heat of him. “Pizza can wait. This can’t.”
“Which one is your bedroom door?”
“First on the left.”
Before she could fully get the word ‘left’ out of her mouth, he was pushing her toward the door, then across the threshold and into her room. Though the curtains of the lone window were closed, sunlight gleamed behind the cheerful yellow drapes, making the room warm and glowing.
Ace backed her up to the foot of the bed. She wasn’t sure what exactly to concentrate on. The way his arms banded around her body as though he was afraid she might escape if he didn’t hold on for dear life. The way his mouth seemed to know exactly how to take possession of hers so she never had to wonder what she was supposed to do. She never had to wonder where she should put her hands because his body somehow maneuvered them in a way that always made everything feel natural.
Every drag of his fingertips across her skin was like a bite of cotton candy—light and airy and sweet and the minute it was gone, she wanted more. His mouth was the opposite, fiery and demanding. Somehow scorching without being painful. Whatever was going on inside of her bordered on pain, but it never quite got there. It was too wrapped up in a demanding pulse of pleasure.
He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, until she finally got the hint that she would have to make some sort of space between them in order for him to be able to remove it completely. But she didn’t want to step away. She didn’t want to leave the demanding circle of his arms or the hot brand of his mouth.
But he yanked the shirt up and off her head in one swift movement that caused her to stumble back slightly. If the
She was probably losing it, because what did he have to be timid about? This gorgeous, experienced, fantastic man.
She unlocked her door and stepped inside. “What kind of food do you like? I have some chicken I could make, or—” She had to stop talking when his mouth claimed hers, when his arms wrapped around her like he was desperate to be pressed to her. Like he was needy. Like he just had to kiss her and hold her and…
No one had ever had to do either of those things when it came to her. She was surprised that even as his mouth fit to hers, as his hands stroked up and down her spine, she felt tears prick the back of her eyes. No one had ever needed her, desperately wanted her. No one. It dove into some empty place inside of her, filling her up with light, with something she wasn’t sure how to name.
But this was too good to cry over. It was too exciting to let those emotions take over. So, instead, she kissed him and held him as tight as he was holding her. Because she needed and wanted him, too.
“Let’s just order pizza.”
She laughed against his mouth at the suggestion. “Okay. We can order pizza.”
“Later,” he said, his voice low and rumbly like a groan as he walked her toward the dim hall that led to her bedroom.
“Oh… Okay.”
He paused for a minute, slowly meeting her gaze as though he was looking for some sign or some specific expression. She thought she probably looked dazed and shell-shocked.
“Unless you absolutely have to have it now?”
There was something she absolutely had to have now, and it was definitely not pizza. No, it was him. It was this thing between them. He couldn’t put it off anymore and she didn’t want to.
She wanted him. She wanted to know what it would be like and she was going to experience this. She was going to give herself over to this man, because she liked him and enjoyed his company, and he made her feel like no one had ever made her feel.
She placed her hand on his chest, letting her palm soak in the steady heat of him. “Pizza can wait. This can’t.”
“Which one is your bedroom door?”
“First on the left.”
Before she could fully get the word ‘left’ out of her mouth, he was pushing her toward the door, then across the threshold and into her room. Though the curtains of the lone window were closed, sunlight gleamed behind the cheerful yellow drapes, making the room warm and glowing.
Ace backed her up to the foot of the bed. She wasn’t sure what exactly to concentrate on. The way his arms banded around her body as though he was afraid she might escape if he didn’t hold on for dear life. The way his mouth seemed to know exactly how to take possession of hers so she never had to wonder what she was supposed to do. She never had to wonder where she should put her hands because his body somehow maneuvered them in a way that always made everything feel natural.
Every drag of his fingertips across her skin was like a bite of cotton candy—light and airy and sweet and the minute it was gone, she wanted more. His mouth was the opposite, fiery and demanding. Somehow scorching without being painful. Whatever was going on inside of her bordered on pain, but it never quite got there. It was too wrapped up in a demanding pulse of pleasure.
He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, until she finally got the hint that she would have to make some sort of space between them in order for him to be able to remove it completely. But she didn’t want to step away. She didn’t want to leave the demanding circle of his arms or the hot brand of his mouth.
But he yanked the shirt up and off her head in one swift movement that caused her to stumble back slightly. If the
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