voice so breathless that it seemed to drive him crazy. “I want you, Jake.”
My shirt was pulled off in one quick sweep, my bra next, and then he stood me up. His thumbs hooked under the waist of my sweatpants, and he lowered them, trailing his hand down my leg until he pulled them free. His slow path back up my body was trailed with kisses until he stood in front of me. Stepping back, he went to pull his shirt off, but I put my hand over his, pulling the material from his grip. He shivered when my fingers trailed over his skin as I slid it up. As soon as it was over his head, he leaned in and nipped at my lips, reaching for the button of his jeans.
His knuckles slid against my stomach, leaving goose bumps, as his zipper lowered. I stepped back, giving him enough room to slide his pants down. They fell to the ground, and he kicked them away. His chiseled abs quivered with each labored breath, and then he pulled me against him. My world tilted with the feel of the cool sheets under my back, as Ace laid me down, sliding himself on top of me. With one arm braced, he leaned over, grabbed his wallet, flipped it open, and pulled out a condom.
I fought to keep my breathing normal. I didn’t want Ace to see what I was feeling and think it was fear. I didn’t want him to shut down and walk away from me. Closing my eyes, I ran my hand up his side when I heard the package crinkle.
Ace sat up for a second before lowering himself back down on top of me, touching me, placing kisses along my jaw and down my neck, along my chest. Before I knew it, I was lost in the storm we’d created. Our bodies fit together like we’d been made for one another, and I hung on when he joined us, making us one. His name rushed past my lips, and he shuddered as he called out mine. The weight of his body pressed me into the mattress as we trembled together.
I WOKE TO ACE TRAILING his fingers along my arm, as he kissed my forehead. When he noticed me smiling at him, he wrapped his arms around me. My back protested, and I winced. “Sorry, Riles.” He blew out a sigh and pulled back to look at me. After all we’d done, the telltale blush of embarrassment couldn’t be held back as it flooded my cheeks.
Ace grinned and shifted us so that he leaned over me. He kissed me repeatedly before groaning and pulling away. “Let me get you some aspirin or something. You’re gonna be really sore if not.” He winced as he ran his hand over my shoulder, pulling me on my side to look at my back. His fingers slipped across my skin so light that it brought on a shiver. Ace pressed a kiss to my shoulder with a low, rumbled laugh that vibrated into me all the way to my core.
My skin prickled in awareness when he pulled back, looking down at me. There was so much that passed between us without words. Too many feelings, which were raw and explosive, brewed in the air. Ace’s heavy-lidded gaze made my breath hitch, and he pulled me against him, kissing a path down my neck. We were losing ourselves again, and I melted into the moment—starved for what only he could give me. He leaned into me until his body pressed against mine, quivering as he lost control. The heated silence broke when Ace’s phone rang over and over, both of us ignoring it, hoping whoever called would hang up. The phone silenced as Ace settled lengthwise against me and leaned over the bed for his wallet. Shuddering in anticipation, I looked my fill at him. He was my first, and with the way I felt about him, he’d be my only. No one would be as perfect for me as he was. When I ran my fingers over his chest, he groaned and fumbled with his wallet. A sigh rippled through him when he righted himself and ripped the package open. He sat up long enough to slip the condom on, lowering himself onto his elbows and kissing me long and hard.
Ace’s phone went off again, the sound mixed with our heavy breathing. He growled against my lips when it continued ringing. Whoever it was, they were adamant
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