A creak forced her eyes open, and she was stunned to see Ace standing a few feet away, watching her. He held a blank expression, but his eyes were shining. The very ones she imagined.
She paused her hand and her breathing. She thought she would start to panic. That would be the next move her body would play, but it didn't. A panic attack didn't hit her. If anything, having Ace in the room made her that much hornier.
She was soaked, and she continued to move her finger, close to finishing. She didn't know where the confidence came from. The man caught her in the act.
"I got back early," he said.
She inhaled, feeling her orgasm was close. She leaned her head back. "Are you going to keep watching?" she asked, wanting him to.
He swallowed hard, jaw clenched. He struggled for words, and Emma wanted to wait, but her body wouldn't let her.
Her orgasm hit her hard, knocking the breath out of her lungs. She steadied herself before she turned back to Ace. He had lust in his eyes.
She pulled her hands away from her pants, and his eyes followed the movement. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, tasting blood from before.
"What are you doing?" Ace asked, snapping his gaze up to her eyes and away from her body.
"I think it's pretty clear," she said, tilting her head. "Touching myself."
Ace swallowed again, and his Adam's apple bobbed. His hands clenched at his waist, and he narrowed his eyes on her.
"Touch me," she said, leaning forward slightly. "Please."
His eyes widened, and she wondered what she had just said. All her confidence was gone, and she stared at Ace in horror at what she'd just done.
Chapter11
Emma
She stared at him as his eyes inspected her in shock.
"You want me to what?" he asked, his voice coming out shaky. He blinked before he shook his head. "Emma, you want me to do what?"
Emma had no words, not used to being upfront about what she wanted. God, she was never outspoken. She couldn't even ask someone to move when she was leaving the grocery store, so how was it she was asking him to touch her? How was she able to ask for something that personal?
Emma snapped her mouth shut and looked away. Embarrassment consumed her.
"Can you untie me the rest of the way?" she asked, hoping he would just move past what she said.
"Did you ask me to touch you?" He walked around the bed, stopping in her view. His eyes squinted at her.
She never asked for anything. Was it wrong for her to ask for something once? Was it wrong that she wanted this? Did she deserve to feel such calmness and safety when Ace was around? She had to remind herself her life ended with the person she killed.
"Yes," she admitted, a weight pressing down on her. "Will you?"
Ace stepped toward the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress as he leaned over her. His face dropped to hers, and she smelled him. She inhaled, not wanting to make a sound.
"You're asking me to do something?" he asked. "Or demanding?"
She suddenly felt hot and bothered by his eyes shifting with need, and her center heated.
"Asking," she said. "But I can demand it."
Ace smirked. "You aren't good at asking for things."
Emma shook her head, her legs shaking from him being so close. "No, I'm not."
"Ask me again," he said, hovering over her. "And this time, I might."