"I want to scream at you," he growls, low.
"Okay."
"I want to fucking wring your neck for what you did."
Oh boy.
"I am so pissed."
God.
"So. Fucking. Pissed."
I swallow. "I know and-"
"You ever do something so incredibly stupid again … and I'll … "
He grinds his teeth together.
"Wring my neck?" I offer.
"Hartley?"
"Yes, Ace?"
"Shut the hell up."
With that, he takes another step forward, curls a hand around the back of my neck, and brings me in for a kiss. I'm in shock. For a moment I stand there, not completely sure I'm actually awake. Those lips, rough but soft, are moving over mine in a vigorous manner. My knees tremble, and I know I'm not dreaming. No. Definitely not.
Ace is kissing me.
Ace. Is. Kissing. Me.
Screw it. I might die tomorrow. Or the next day. Or sometime. I'm not going to waste a second longer. I reach up, twisting my fingers in his hair, and pull his head down closer so I can kiss him deeper. And kiss him deeper I do. I tangle my tongue with his, dragging a moan from his lips. One hand goes down around my waist and he hauls me up. My legs curl around his waist, and in two quick strides he has me on the sofa.
Down we go.
I whimper when his big body comes down over mine, grinding against me, those hot, hard muscles pressing against every part of me. It's been so long since I've felt a man so close, felt his mouth on mine, his body flush, his hands dragging over my skin. I close my eyes and let Ace deepen the kiss. We shouldn't be doing it, but neither of us are about to stop.
Ace's hand travels down my side, and curls around my thigh, pulling it up to hook around his waist. The short cotton pants I'm wearing are no barrier for the hard length rubbing against me. I whimper and arch into him, using the heel of my foot to push down on his ass, pressing him harder against my body. This earns me a low, deep growl, and he finally pulls his mouth away from mine.
"You drive me fuckin' crazy."
I stare at his lips, and already I want more. "I'm not sorry."
"I shouldn't be doing this."
I lean up, nipping his full lower lip. "Then stop."
He doesn't even think about that as he leans back, removing his shirt. He tosses it to the ground and rasps out, "Not going to happen."
All right then.
I'm not going to argue.
I stare as he hooks his thumbs into my shorts and slowly drags them down my legs. My cheeks flush when he drops them to the ground and his gaze rakes my naked lower half. I'm thankful I recently waxed, because I certainly wasn't planning on any man seeing me naked, so it's a damned miracle I thought to do it. Ace's jaw clenches as his eyes take in my exposed sex.
"You're wet," he murmurs, reaching down and dragging a finger through my sex, bringing it up and sliding it into his mouth.
Oh God.
That was hot.
"Fuck," he hisses, making light work of the rest of his clothes and mine.
My eyes travel down to the hard, jutting erection between his legs. Holy crap. It's as big and angry-looking as him. It's beautiful, swollen, ready. I lick my lips as he lowers himself over me, shifting just slightly to the side so his fingers can slip between my legs again. I gasp when he slides one inside, while using his thumb to stroke over my clit.
It feels amazing.
Nobody has touched me since Raymond, and I didn't realize just how much I've wanted it until this moment. My body is already wound up and ready to explode. I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold back, but my legs start shaking as my orgasm builds so fast I know it's going to be incredible.
"Stop holding onto it," Ace growls. "Let it go."
I exhale and a long, deep moan leaves my throat as I explode, having an orgasm for the first time in what feels like forever. Ace makes a pleased sound in his throat, stroking me a few more times, before slipping his fingers from my depths and moving his body over mine, nudging my legs wider apart with his big body.
His lips find mine, and I let him kiss me, long and deep. My fingers run up and down his back, my nails putting just enough pressure on his skin to earn me a pleased, slightly pained, groan. I run my foot up and down his calf, and then I drag my lips away from his and find his jaw, kissing the stubble there before lowering my mouth to his neck, where I nip him before sucking slightly.
"Fuck. Stop it," he pants. "I can only take so much."
Smiling against his skin, I reach my fingers back up and curl them into his hair, moving my mouth back against his and kissing him once more. He tastes incredible. His kisses go from deep, to frequent pecks, back to deep again. I'll take whatever I can get when it comes to him. As long as his lips are touching mine, I want it.