Page 25 of Honey Trapped

“Think I’m sweet and sexy.”

“You forgot hot.” I tell him.

Without warning he hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me in close. The whiskers of his beard pricks my face as his lips crash down on mine, controlling and full of power. A kiss that nearly knocks me off my feet. I give Ace my weight and hepicks me up. My legs go around his hips and the next thing I know we are in my apartment. The pair of us on my couch making out hot and heavy.

His hand glides up and under my shirt. “You’re making me crazy, babe. Can't stop thinking about you. About being inside you. One night wasn’t enough to work you out of my system.” My center warms at that. His weight presses into me, and I can feel his steely erection pressing through his jeans. “Need you, Norah. Got an ache in me only you can heal.”

“I’m here, Ace.” I undo his jeans and reach between us to stroke his beautiful and torturous cock. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t as eager for him. Hell, I’m desperate for it.

We struggle to make it work on the couch. He laughs when he goes toppling over the edge and onto the floor and it’s the best sound. Ace has a great laugh. Its deep and rumbles with a tone that sends goose bumps over my skin. It’s a sound I hope to hear often.

“Think we can take this upstairs, babe?”

Man do I love the way he calls me babe. Like it means something. I was wrong. Not cheap at all. My heart swells and fire surges through my veins. White hot burning wild for this man.

God do I wish he were mine. I know that sounds crazy because we only met a few days ago, but I can't even explain it. Some would call it lust but its more than that.

“Yeah,” I whisper and lead him up the stairs. I do a quick peek into Lennon's room and she’s sound asleep. Ace is already in my room stripping down. I stare at his harsh and rugged features. He’s got muscles but not bulky. Colored tattoos on his arms that have begun to fade with age.

I don’t mind our age difference. I don’t even know how many years separate us. I only know I love the way he makes me feel. I like how he behaves with my daughter.

I take my time stripping for him. His gaze burns into me full of desire. I step toward him wearingnothing but my black boycut cotton briefs. “Hi,” I say against his lips.

Ace grips my hips and slides his rough hands down my backside to get two handfuls of my ass.

We move to my bed and kiss for what feels like forever. Hot breaths pass between us. Sweet touches and unspoken promises that what we got could be something truly beautiful if we allow it to go that far.

I’m scared shitless of this man and what he could mean to me. What it could lead to.

“Naked poetry, you and me,” he tells me.

Settling over me he lines up and pushes in. Ace feels so good I want to cry. It’s been a long time since I’ve had something good that was only mine. Only for me. I need the promise of him to be true. To be real.

“What’s your name? Your real name?”

“Hank.”

“Hank,” I repeat. “I like that.”

“Good, you’ll be screaming it by the time I’m through,” he murmurs.

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I wake up smiling with Ace next to me. His heavy leg thrown over mine pinning me in place and his warmth at my back. I don't want to, but I can’t help but imagine this is what it’d be like with him. Waking up happy. Sated. Warm. Safe.

“Morning,” his rough voice grates in my ear.

Then I have to ruin things by opening my mouth. “I should get dressed. Lennon will be up any minute now and she’s never saw me with a man in my bed. Technically you're one of the only men she has spent any real time with. I don’t know what we’re doing here, and I need to be careful of how we proceed. I’ve never done this before. It’s all new to me.”

“It’s cool. I gotta get going. Busy day.”

“I’m not kicking you out but until I know what this is I have to be careful.”

“Don't overthink it. I’m good with things.”

“Okay.”

Ace rolls over me and strokes my jaw once I’m flat on my back. “We’ll play this your way.” I nod and his lips meet my forehead. “I’ll go out the back.”

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