His Curvy Woman (Curvy Women Wanted Book 5)(4)

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close, and slammed his lips down on hers. After she ran from him, he couldn’t wait another second in tasting her.

Sliding his tongue inside her mouth, he deepened the kiss. Trixie held onto him, and he ignored the pain as his hand scraped the brick wall when he pressed her against it.

“You’re coming home with me. Don’t argue with me. For once do something you want to do.”

“What about the morning?” she asked.

“Who gives a fuck about what happens in the morning? Let’s have tonight.” He would deal with tomorrow morning when it arrived, just like he’d deal with the next, and the next. It was what he’d been doing for a long time.

He took her hand, and marched her back toward his car. Opening up the passenger side, he waited for her to climb in, and then he leaned in, securing her in the seatbelt. Closing the door, he moved around to the driver’s side. Once he was in place, he started up his car, and pulled away from the curb heading toward his apartment.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” she said.

Taking hold of her hand, he locked their fingers together.

“Did you really mean everything you said?” she asked. “About wanting me when we were in high school?”

“Trixie, I have never lied to anyone, and I’m not about to start now.”

“You wanted me then?”

“Yes, I did.”

She was silent, and he glanced toward her.

“You never said anything. You didn’t even talk to me.”

“We were different people back then, and I wanted you. You just seemed…”

“I seemed what?”

“Out of my league. You were going places, and none of them involved being with a guy like me.”

She laughed. “This is so surreal. I felt like you were totally out of my league. Still do. I’ve seen some of the women that have come into the shop asking for you. They’re beautiful women, Ace.”

“They’re not you. You’re a beautiful woman, Trixie. I’ve inked your skin, and I’ve seen a part of you that no one else ever has before. You’re everything inside and out. You don’t put on a false bravado. You have so much more to give than those women. Never sell yourself short.”

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“Be the good woman. The smart woman.”

“No man wants to be confused by a woman’s demands.”

“Give him everything he wants, and do it with a smile on your face.”

Trixie recalled all of her mother’s hints and tips over the years. She couldn’t believe it had been three years since she last saw them. Her mother had looked at her like she was the biggest disappointment in the world.

Trixie had quit her corporate job for a tattoo parlor, and she had been happy. Being around Ace made her happy. Even his friends, which were a crazy bunch, made her happy. He never had any close friends, but those that visited him were always a hoot.

They called her “the Corporate” as a nickname, which made her past seem rather comical.

“You’ve disappeared,” Ace said, pulling up into his parking lot. She had been here many times when he had to pick something up, but she had never gone inside his place.

“I don’t know. I was just thinking about my mother, and how she was on the last day I saw her.” She smiled. “Anyone would think I was committing murder.”

“If she believed having fun is an offence, then she probably did.”

She laughed. “She would have hated you so much.”

“With all due respect, Miss Dean, your mother despised me. I’d seen her at the supermarket many times, and believe me, if looks could kill I’d have been six feet under a long time ago.”

“She’s judgmental, and not a nice person.”

“You’re nothing like her if that is what you’re worried about.”

“I know I’m nothing like her.” She climbed out of the car, and walked by Ace’s side as he made his way up to his place.

With each step she took, she knew her life would be changed forever. She wasn’t a virgin, far from it. Sex had never really meant anything to her. If she was honest, sex was boring. That was how she viewed sex, and kissing was the same.

The kiss with Ace had been out of this world, amazing. Could sex be like that as well?

Neither of them spoke as they made their way up to his apartment, and the moment they entered, the scent of lavender filled the air.

“Okay, I’m not a Momma’s boy, but it sure smells like I am,” he said.

She giggled. “Your mom came by?”

“Yeah. Seeing as I’m the only one left in her life, she likes to treat me as if I’m her little boy.”