Page 47 of Steal My Breath Away

“Spread your legs.”

I did as he commanded, aching, waiting, bracing for his touch. Ace dropped to one knee in front of me. The moment his fingers slid between my thighs, we both groaned.

“Touch your breasts,” he said. “Imagine my mouth on them, my hands.”

I cupped my breasts, squeezed them gently, imagined his rough palms on my skin, his lips on my nipples. He watched me, chest heaving, his dark eyes heated, intense.

“You’re beautiful.”

“And you’re not moving,” I groaned, impatient. “I’m doing all the work.”

He smirked and slid his hands slowly up my legs from my ankles, then along my calves to my thighs. His fingers moved inward, his thumbs massaging the sensitive skin, closer and closer to where I wanted him to go.

“Touch yourself.” His voice was low, raw and husky with desire. “Show me how you like it.” He lifted my left leg over his shoulder, spreading me wide.

I was so wet, so close, so needy, I did as he asked, first circling my clit and then slipping two fingers inside. His eyes never left mine, and the intimacy of being watched so intently sent my desire sky-high.

“Stop,” he ordered, grabbing my wrist. “I didn’t say you could come. That’s my job.”

I didn’t know this side of Ace. Dominant and demanding. Utterly in control. But maybe it had always been there, and maybe that’s why he always made me feel so calm. Part of me knew that no matter how wildly I spun out of control, he would always be there to ground me.

“Maybe you should get to work then,” I gritted out, my voice tight with unmet need. “Or I might have to file a complaint with your manager.”

“You won’t have anything to complain about when I’m done with you.” He pushed two fingers inside me and moved in to tease my clit with his tongue. My hands weaved into his hair, holding him in place as he teased and tormented me, the sensation of his hot wet mouth driving me wild.

“I got you.” Ace curved his fingers, pressing against my inner walls as he circled my clit, drawing out my pleasure until finally the world exploded in a shower of sensation. I collapsed back against the railing, utterly spent.

“I love watching you fall apart.” He lowered my leg and stood to kiss me, his hands cupping my face as gently as he’d once helda butterfly that had been trapped in our garden shed back home. “That was almost worth a walk through a dark, dangerous forest.”

“Almost?”

“I’ve put you at risk.” He tugged my dress down over my hips.

“Wait.” I grabbed his wrist. “What about you?”

“I think we should get you home.”

“But…” He wanted me. I could see the bulge beneath his fly, feel his desire in the lightness of his touch. There was more to this than a concern for my safety, more than the risk of being caught, more than the ambivalence he had shown me so long ago. I didn’t know why he was backing off, but I wasn’t letting him go.

I pressed my body up against his and kissed him, hands in his hair tugging him down. He tensed, resisting, but then he shuddered, groaned, and suddenly I was crushed against his body. He threaded his hand through my hair, tugging my head back as he took my mouth in a mind-bending kiss.

“You want me,” I murmured, pulling away.

“You know I do.”

“Then it’s my turn to watch you fall apart.” I didn’t give him a chance to respond. I unbuttoned his jeans and reached beneath his boxers to free his hardened length. His body tensed, and I met his gaze as I dropped my sweater on the ground and knelt to take him into my mouth.

“Haley…” His voice caught, broke. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to make you feel good.” I licked the velvet head of his shaft, tasting the salt on his skin. The moon filtered through the trees, lighting him from behind, his hard body taut against the deep grays and blacks of the forest.

“Fuck. You have the sweetest mouth.” He groaned and fisted his hands in my hair as I sucked him deeper, running my tongue down the hard ridges and over hot skin.

Wrapping my hand around the base of his erection, I worked him in time to every stroke of my tongue until his body tensed,and his thighs trembled. There was power in taking a man to the edge, and feeling his need in the quiver of his muscles made me hot all over again.

“I need to be inside you.” His hands tightened in my hair, holding me still.

“I want to finish you.” I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock, and he cursed.

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