bed hadn’t been right behind her, she would’ve been able to right herself. Instead, she fell onto the mattress.
Ace grinned down at her from above. “Perfect,” he murmured. Then he pulled his shirt up and off, which, yes, was perfect indeed. He was lean and all those corded muscles rippled with the movement of taking off his shirt. His skin was tan, scars in places she would catalogue, memorize, ask about.
Later.
For now, Ace crawled onto the bed and over her, but instead of covering her body as she had anticipated, he rested his fingertips along the waistband of her jeans. Gently, he scraped the calluses of his fingers against the tender skin beneath her belly button.
She was breathing heavily and her heartbeat felt as if it was thundering in every inch of her body. Not just her chest, or even the pulse in her neck, but in her stomach and her thighs, all the way down to her toes. Everything pulsed with the beat, and with the need she thought might consume her completely.
His eyes roamed over her as if she was something…magical or mystical. No one in her whole life had ever looked at her with even half that intensity. Was it any wonder she was ready to sleep with him when she barely knew him? He’d already given her more than every other man she’d ever met. Maybe that was sad, but it was the truth.
Slowly, but with deft fingers, he flipped the button of her pants. He didn’t immediately move to the zipper as she had thought he would. Instead, his talented fingers traced unknown patterns on the tiny little triangle of skin the unbuttoned jeans button offered. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry. She tried to breathe evenly, but she was too worked up.
“You’re going too slow,” she complained.
His chuckle was a low rumble that echoed through her. It was dark and naughty, deliciously sinful. “There is no too slow when it comes to this.”
“Yes, there is. You are being too slow. I want you to go faster.”
“I guess I should’ve known that you’d be completely and utterly impatient.” His eyes stayed glued to hers as he continued to trace those flittering, unknown patterns against her skin.
“Guess you should have.”
He pressed a kiss to the sensitive triangle of skin. “Well, Lina, love, I am going to be completely and utterly inflexible back.” He kissed the skin again, this time dragging his tongue over it.
She nearly cried out at the insane wave of want that swept through her. She wanted him—now, fast, and he wanted to take it slow and be hideously, obnoxiously—
“Oh,” she breathed. He was slowly unzipping her zipper, his tongue following the path it opened. Oh, indeed.
He tugged her pants down slowly, following each exposure of skin with his mouth—kissing, licking, nibbling, and she could only lay there as the aching, restless feeling coiled inside of her deeper and darker. Hotter. More everything.
Eventually his mouth left her skin as he pulled the jeans completely from her legs and dropped them on the floor. Through some sheer force of will she managed to find her voice. Her words were flippant, though her voice was anything but.
“Don’t you dare get back on this bed unless you are pantsless.”
He flashed a sharp, knowing grin and then his hands went to the button of his pants.
Again, he took his sweet time and again she found herself getting impatient. He unzipped his pants and let them fall open, but he didn’t immediately push them down. The only view afforded to her was the tuft of dark hair. Lina was very curious where that might end.
She grunted in frustration. “If I’d known you were going to be this slow…” She trailed off, unfortunately incapable of coming up with an end to that sentence. What would she have done? Found someone else. Not likely.
When she met his gaze again, he looked so pleased with himself. “You would have what, sweetheart?
“Oh, don’t call me sweetheart,” she said with a little sneer.
He laughed and pushed
Ace grinned down at her from above. “Perfect,” he murmured. Then he pulled his shirt up and off, which, yes, was perfect indeed. He was lean and all those corded muscles rippled with the movement of taking off his shirt. His skin was tan, scars in places she would catalogue, memorize, ask about.
Later.
For now, Ace crawled onto the bed and over her, but instead of covering her body as she had anticipated, he rested his fingertips along the waistband of her jeans. Gently, he scraped the calluses of his fingers against the tender skin beneath her belly button.
She was breathing heavily and her heartbeat felt as if it was thundering in every inch of her body. Not just her chest, or even the pulse in her neck, but in her stomach and her thighs, all the way down to her toes. Everything pulsed with the beat, and with the need she thought might consume her completely.
His eyes roamed over her as if she was something…magical or mystical. No one in her whole life had ever looked at her with even half that intensity. Was it any wonder she was ready to sleep with him when she barely knew him? He’d already given her more than every other man she’d ever met. Maybe that was sad, but it was the truth.
Slowly, but with deft fingers, he flipped the button of her pants. He didn’t immediately move to the zipper as she had thought he would. Instead, his talented fingers traced unknown patterns on the tiny little triangle of skin the unbuttoned jeans button offered. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry. She tried to breathe evenly, but she was too worked up.
“You’re going too slow,” she complained.
His chuckle was a low rumble that echoed through her. It was dark and naughty, deliciously sinful. “There is no too slow when it comes to this.”
“Yes, there is. You are being too slow. I want you to go faster.”
“I guess I should’ve known that you’d be completely and utterly impatient.” His eyes stayed glued to hers as he continued to trace those flittering, unknown patterns against her skin.
“Guess you should have.”
He pressed a kiss to the sensitive triangle of skin. “Well, Lina, love, I am going to be completely and utterly inflexible back.” He kissed the skin again, this time dragging his tongue over it.
She nearly cried out at the insane wave of want that swept through her. She wanted him—now, fast, and he wanted to take it slow and be hideously, obnoxiously—
“Oh,” she breathed. He was slowly unzipping her zipper, his tongue following the path it opened. Oh, indeed.
He tugged her pants down slowly, following each exposure of skin with his mouth—kissing, licking, nibbling, and she could only lay there as the aching, restless feeling coiled inside of her deeper and darker. Hotter. More everything.
Eventually his mouth left her skin as he pulled the jeans completely from her legs and dropped them on the floor. Through some sheer force of will she managed to find her voice. Her words were flippant, though her voice was anything but.
“Don’t you dare get back on this bed unless you are pantsless.”
He flashed a sharp, knowing grin and then his hands went to the button of his pants.
Again, he took his sweet time and again she found herself getting impatient. He unzipped his pants and let them fall open, but he didn’t immediately push them down. The only view afforded to her was the tuft of dark hair. Lina was very curious where that might end.
She grunted in frustration. “If I’d known you were going to be this slow…” She trailed off, unfortunately incapable of coming up with an end to that sentence. What would she have done? Found someone else. Not likely.
When she met his gaze again, he looked so pleased with himself. “You would have what, sweetheart?
“Oh, don’t call me sweetheart,” she said with a little sneer.
He laughed and pushed
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