body flush with his and wraps his strong arms around my waist. I sigh as I melt into him, overwhelmed that I’m finally getting what I want: him.
Both of his hands glide up my back before he brings one around to trace the line of my jaw with his index finger. “Stunning.”
That’s all I manage to let him say before I attack him with my lips. There’s no resistance in his kiss this time. He cups my face and his greedy tongue seeks entrance into my mouth. I part my lips, allowing his hot, slick tongue to slide against mine, and they begin their sensual dance of foreplay.
Every nerve inside me is alive with need for this beautiful man before me. It’s not just his amazingly good looks that turn me on, but how he’s been there for me the past few weeks, helping me whenever I seem to need it the most.
My fingers walk their way up the coarse material of his jeans and then slip under the hem of his T-shirt to play with the soft skin on his waist.
A low grunt sounds in the back of his throat and he yanks my hips into his even more, allowing me to feel the growing erection inside his jeans against my belly. Turning him on like this excites me. I throw my fingers into that beautifully messy head of bronze hair and continue to kiss him.
He pulls back and kisses a fiery trail across my cheek to my jaw before he kisses the tender flesh below my ear and then whispers, “You smell fucking delicious. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Oh. My. God.
I nearly combust right there on the spot as my toes curl at just the thought of having Ace’s face between my legs. I squirm against him as my panties grow wet with my own arousal.
Just like in the shed, Ace reaches down and hoists me up so that my legs wrap around his waist, and he begins walking us over to my couch. I unwrap my legs and stand before him as he backs up against the couch. Unable to wait any longer, I grab the bottom of his shirt and whip it over his head in one swift motion. My eyes follow the long, lean muscles in his chest down to the incredible set of drool-worthy abs on display in front of me. Most rock stars I’ve ever seen pictures of are covered in tattoos, but surprisingly, Ace only has one. It’s a line of script above his heart.
I run my fingers over the words and read them aloud. “‘To thine own self be true’?”
He smiles. “It’s a quote from my favorite Shakespeare play, Hamlet. It’s a reminder to me to always put myself first.”
I smile seductively. “How’d you become so knowledgeable about something so romantic?”
“Let’s just say I’m more than a pretty face.”
He laughs and I wrap my arms back around his neck, giggling along with him. I toy with the hair at his nape, loving the way it feels between my fingers. “Kiss me.”
His playful smile grows serious and his eyes flood with desire after hearing my request. “Happily.”
The caress of his hands as they grip my hips and yank me to him feels amazing. How I’ve longed for him to hold me like this—need me like this—want me like this.
When our lips meet again, the warmth of his kiss nearly sends me over the edge. Eagerly I meet every thrust of his tongue inside my mouth with a moan that I can no longer hold back. This feels so good—he feels so good—so right.
I shudder when his fingertips find the bottom of my shirt and his pinkie grazes the skin across my back.
“I want to see you,” he whispers before he slides his hands up my torso, bringing my shirt up along with them.
The moment my shirt comes over my head, he lowers his head and kisses my exposed shoulder. His calloused fingers caress my bare skin before his right hand tangles itself into my bra in the back and unhooks it.
Ace stares into my eyes as he takes his sweet time torturing me with his gentle touch, slowly pulling each strap down, allowing my white lace bra to fall at our feet.
No man has ever had this much self-control with me, and it’s absolutely killing me slowly.
His tongue darts out, and he leans in and licks my top lip before he presses his lips to mine yet again. “Exquisite.”