more.
Sophie couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as he ravaged her mouth. Every nerve ending fired at the feel of his hard body against hers, the steel of his shaft pressed against the juncture of her thighs, the potent heat of his body. Need and desire sizzled straight to her core, and her blood streamed molten through her veins. Lost to passion, she didn’t realize he had released her until he gently pushed her up. She shifted her weight, positioning herself over his hips, angling back to accommodate the delicious hardness of his erection.
“Strip for me.” His voice, confident and commanding, echoed in the room. Sophie drew her shirt over her head and placed it carefully on the rumpled blue bedspread.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She gestured to the bandages covering his shoulder and the patch of red that seemed to be getting larger as she watched. “You were just stabbed. The doctor said you bled a lot. You’ve been sedated. I don’t know if sex is a good idea.”
“Babe.” The note of warning in his deep voice had her arching to unclip her bra.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She shrugged off her bra and placed it beside her shirt.
Ace’s gaze lifted to her breasts and he licked his lips. “More. I want you naked on top of me. I want to feel your wet pussy sliding over my cock. I want you to ride me, sweet Sophie, until you’re so wet your juices are dripping down my thighs.”
Careful not to touch the floor, she rolled off him and slid her jeans and panties off, then folded them neatly on the bed.
Ace’s lips quivered with a repressed smile. “Something wrong with the floor?”
“I think there’s something alive down there.” She unfastened his Harley Davidson belt buckle and unzipped his fly.
“You saying I’m not tidy?” He sucked in a sharp breath when she slid his clothing over his hips, freeing his cock from its restraint.
“You are beyond not tidy. Should I even ask where I can find a condom?”
“Drawer.” He reached for his nightstand, pulled out a condom. Sophie dipped her head as she took it. She had a crazy moment of disappointment that he’d been with other women, that it hadn’t always been Sophie and Ace, but when he whispered her name, she pushed the thought aside and rolled the condom over his cock. She’d been with other men. And if she hadn’t been with Ryan, she wouldn’t be here.
Ace swore when she took him in her hand, pumping his thick, hard cock. He kicked off his jeans, and they dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Sophie held her breath, waited for a sound, a squeak, a scratch, claws, but she heard nothing save for the ragged rasp of Ace’s tortured breath.
She knew then he was in pain, and that the wound was indeed bleeding afresh. Part of her wanted to run downstairs to find the doctor, but Ace was a proud man, and right now he wanted—no, needed—something only she could give.
* * *
With his good arm, Ace settled Sophie over his hips. He cupped her breast as she guided him between her legs, and rubbed the tip of his erection back and forth over her wet folds. Christ. He wanted to flip her over, pull her ass up in the air, grab her hair, and pound into her until she came all over his cock. But the dull ache in his shoulder was getting worse by the moment, and he forced himself to cede control to the sexy little cop who was torturing him with the promise of her hot, wet pussy.
He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it peaked. Her skin flushed, and he lifted his left arm to tease her other breast. Pain streaked through his shoulder, and he let his hand fall with a soft thud. Goddammit.
“Let me.” She cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, her thumbs brushing over her nipples. Ace stared at her, transfixed by the erotic sight of her. Lips swollen from his kisses, skin flushed, hair spread over her shoulders in a silken wave. But it wasn’t just the erotic pleasure of her that tugged at something in his chest. She had stayed with him while the club doctor patched him up, refusing Ice’s offer to take her to Ace’s room or the clubhouse proper, where she could have watched TV. Despite her fury at being taken against her will, her hands restrained,