“Oh, I can handle anything and everything, babe.”
I squeeze his cock as best as I can through his pants. “Are you sure about that?”
He hisses before nibbling on my earlobe. “I’m damn sure.”
Ace trails kisses along my throat, like a necklace, and then he kisses my chin. My breathing is as hot and heavy as all of this, and he stares into my eyes, a question in his. Subconsciously, I lick my lips, and I guess he takes that as an answer because he next presses his lips against mine.
Fuck, does he know how to kiss.
Fuck, is his hair soft.
Fuck. What the fuck am I doing?
I’m kissing him back and clinging to him like he’s a lifeline. That’s what I’m doing. It’s a crazy, wild kiss that involves tongue and teeth, biting gently, still trying to dominate each other.
It’s a tug of war, and in this case, we might both end up winners.
Or losers. The jury’s out on that.
Breathless, I pull back. My heart is pounding so hard that it hurt, and the look in Ace’s dark eyes is enough to make me squirm against him. Teasing. I’m just teasing him, and I don’t think I can go all the way.
I go to kiss him again, but that’s when I realize we’re starting to put on a show. The crowd’s attention is more on us than their own dancing, and I snap out of whatever trance I’ve been put under.
I can’t do this. Not to Rob, even if we aren’t together anymore. I can’t just jump from one guy to another.
Not to Ace because he doesn’t deserve to be a rebound.
Not to me. My heart can’t take it.