I swallow hard, waging war on my thoughts. Daring myself to tell her what I want and yet trying to force out the words that will save us both.
Tell her no. There’s nothing else you want. Just like every other year. Tell her now before it’s too late.
“Tell me,” she whispers, and the longing in her face is undeniable.
I close my eyes, praying if I stop looking at her I’ll find my strength. The feel of her hand on me is pushing me over the edge. I do everything in my power to prevent us from ever touching.
I think she knows she’s breaking me.
I think of all the things I want to teach her. All her firsts that could be mine. I would kiss every inch of her, knowing no one else has been there before. Nor will they ever be there. Her orgasms would belong to me.
Every. Single. One.
From this day forward.
I would take her and guard her like the vengeful owner of a priceless treasure. Keeping my property for me and me alone. Taking her innocence would be the honor of my lifetime.
I open my eyes and see she’s staring at me.
She leans in, this time her other hand pressing onto my chest over where my heart is racing. She raises her chin and opens her mouth. “Please, tell me something else you want.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, blood spreading over my tongue and rushing in my ears. The throbbing in my erection is so painful I see white dots in my vision.
The words bank in my throat and I lose the battle to contain them.
“Kiss me goodnight.”
Chapter Two
Brinna
I’VE DREAMT AND DAYDREAMED of this moment for nearly four years, and now that it’s here I can’t quite decide if it’s real or just another one of those fantasies. Even when I was too young to know exactly what I wanted, somehow deep inside, my soul knew.
I’m staring up at him, my heart about to burst with the echo of those words. He’s barely touched me in all these years, and I knew the moment I grabbed his wrist tonight it would either tell me that the things I’ve desired would never come to pass, or that they would come true tonight.
I couldn’t bear to wait another minute. Could no longer push down the desire and the longing that has torn at me for too long.
His sea-blue eyes turn nearly black, while my hand, resting over his heart, feels the impact of his racing pulse.
I am frozen. Now that the moment is here I can’t move. His order hangs in th
e air and I will the muscles in my legs to carry out my orders, but they refuse. My lips fall open, and I listen to the pained, low grunt that comes from Ace.
Kiss me goodnight...
“Did you not hear me?” His voice turns hard, but I’m not scared. I’m about to crumple to the floor with lust and need. “I said fucking kiss me goodnight.”
Like the gun blast at the starting line of a race, his words set me free. As I press up on my tiptoes, his hands capture me. One slips down and pulls me into him at my waist while the other takes a handful of my hair, and I melt.
Our lips meet, softly at first. Such a contrast with the way his hands and body are so hard and possessive. It’s as if now that he has me in his grip, he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I understand, I’m almost scared for the kiss to happen lest it be the only one, and I know I would never be able to continue living if that was the case.
Risk versus reward, Ace has always taught me, and right now the risk, and the reward is the highest they’ve ever been in my young life. I can’t help it when I dig my fingernails into his shirt, pulling at the fabric as our lips hover on one another.
The slightest contact and our breath exchanges between us.
I listen as his breathing halts. His tongue darts out and takes a swipe across my bottom lip, making me shudder, thankful he’s holding onto me as my knees are useless.
His body is as hard as it looks, heat radiating from him as he shifts me and pushes himself into my belly. There is no mistaking what I feel, there’s been times I’ve thought I’ve seen his hardness under his clothes, but whenever I glanced at him to confirm those suspicions he would move away, and I was never sure.