His tone and demeanor shifted to complete and total authority and the change sent a shiver down her spine. “Touch me.”
That was all she needed to hear. She reached a hand out tentatively towards his cut abs. The second they made contact his skin jumped beneath her touch and his erection swelled and twitched before her eyes. Loving that she could affect him like that, her hand spread and her touch grew bolder. She took her time, wanting an indelible imprint of him in her brain that she could see forever. In the future, when she accessed her mental file labeled “Naked Ace,” she wanted to be able to call it up in breathtaking detail with no hesitation whatsoever.
Shifting up on her knees she continued her exploration up and over his chest. She ran her hands lightly across his shoulders, then up and down his arms, loving the feel of his large, strong muscles.
He has protector arms. He has arms that are made to save people. Arms made to take care of me.
She shook her head, shutting down that line of thinking immediately. This wasn’t about him protecting her, as much as she felt sheltered by him every time they were together. This wasn’t about him saving her, as much as she felt like she was rescued every time she was with him. And this wasn’t about him taking care of her, even though he took better care of her than anyone she’d ever met. Thinking like that would only lead to her depending on him, and that was out of the question. This was about sex. Pure and simple.
One night of hot, wild sex with the hottest man I’ve ever met. No strings. No complications. Don’t make it any more than that. Don’t overthink things. Keep it simple.
Getting back into pure animal lust territory was actually easier than she thought it would be when her wandering hands moved down over and past his six-pack abs to his rock-hard erection. Her fingers wrapped around it and she began to stroke him up and down, first slowly and then faster and more intensely. She reveled in the velvety feel of his skin over the steel hardness underneath. It stirred lust in her that she knew there was only one way to satiate. So, since she was on such a ‘say what you want’ roll, she leaned up to his ear and rasped, “I want you inside me. Now.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. With agility and speed that made her head spin, he had lowered her back down to the couch, retrieved a condom from his wallet on the coffee table, ripped open the package and slid it on, and then positioned himself over her. With one thrust, he would be inside her. Her core trembled in anticipation of the very thought of it.
Instead of taking the lead and entering her, though, he paused. Every muscle in his body stilled as he looked into her eyes, sincerity shining through to her. “Are you sure?” he asked softly. “This is what you want?”
Tears started to fill her eyelids and she shut them before he could see. How was she ever going to keep her emotions out of the mix when he said things like that? What guy would check in with her like that? Not wanting to dwell on that too much out of fear that she might start crying and really ruin the mood, she began nodding and managed to say, “Yes, yes, yes.”
Before the second “yes” escaped her lips, he pushed into her opening, causing that last “yes” to morph into a gasp of pleasure. Her fingernails dug into his back as she wrapped her legs around him. He took his time sinking deeper and deeper into her. She writhed beneath him, loving the feeling of him entering her inch by inch. When he filled her completely, he pulled out and started the process again, repeating it over and over.
She opened her eyes and watched his face as he delivered smooth, measured strokes. The concentration, the intensity, the waves of pleasure that she could see run across his features and contort them. She loved every moment of this, every part of it. She ran her hands up and down his back as he pumped in and out of her, memorizing the feel of his ropy muscles under her palms as they worked.
His body was a masterpiece. She could spend ten lifetimes exploring it and never uncover all of its perfect secrets. Never uncovering all of the amazing delights it had to offer. But she wouldn’t have ten lifetimes. She wouldn’t even have ten nights. She had this one night, and that…wasn’t so bad. She refused to let sadness overtake her because of it. A lot of people never even got one perfect night—she had this one. And she would do everything within her power to stay in the moment and freaking enjoy it.
His hand moved to her hip and pulled her leg up slightly. His fingers dug into her skin, holding her body in place. The new angle caused him to drive even deeper into her. His rhythm increased and with each thrust she grew wetter as her inner walls clamped tightly around his rock-hard length. A delicious pressure began building low in her belly. Tingling waves of pleasure began crashing inside of her. Her body started to shake with release and she let out a silent cry.
When she did he buried himself to the brim and his body stiffened. He wrapped his arm around her back, holding her tightly. She wound her arms and legs around him. She loved being like this, pressed against him skin-to-skin, belly-to-belly, her head buried in his neck. She loved feeling his weight on her. Every inch of her body could feel his muscles tensing and releasing as he experienced that ultimate pleasure, and she’d never felt anything more powerful—not only physically, but emotionally, too.
Too bad he’s leaving in the morning.
As they both caught their breath, she whispered, “Thank you, Ace. Thank you for giving me one perfect night.”
He drew his head back to look at her and smiled. “Don’t thank me yet. We’re just getting started. We haven’t even made it to the bedroom yet,” he assured her, tracing her jawline with his thumb.
Her heart jumped at his words and his tender caress, but she reminded herself, he’s just talking about tonight. Not the future. Just the night.