Page 21 of Wild Ace

At my name for her, her eyes flare and her pupils dilate. She loves when I call her sweetness.

I can tell she has a sweet heart but a dirty mind, and I need both to be mine.

I close our distance by two inches and cup her face. “Are you going to run, dolcezza, or are you going to let me kiss those lips of yours I haven’t stopped thinking about?”

Her eyes close and her chin lifts. “I’m not running,” she whispers, and before she can change her mind, I let gravity bring my lips to hers.

My brain feels like the world spinning on its axis the moment they touch, and I brace myself on the door beside her head to keep from bringing us both to the ground.

Lexi moans into me and I fucking lose all my self-control.

I’m like an animal trying to escape confinement, and I press her up against the door, deepening our kiss.

I lick the seam of her lips and she moans again, letting me inside.

Her hands are on me. She grips the front of my shirt and slides her hands up my chest to grip the collar, trying to bring me even closer. I’m fucking loving how desperate she is to get as close to me as she can.

I cup her tits through her shirt and she moans into my mouth, giving me the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. And when I pinch her nipples through the cotton, she tears her lips from mine to give me a throaty moan that’s even sweeter.

I press my hips against her when I feel her start to slide down the door, planting open-mouthed kisses down her exposed throat – loving that she’s weak for my touch.

I bite the side of her neck like a fucking animal claiming my prey or claiming my mate. She’s fucking both.

One hit and one taste of her sweet lips and she has me delirious.

I want to claim her as mine.

Lexi slides her hands to the back of my neck and moans my name, and I swear it hits me right in my soul, awakening this possessive and jealous part of me I didn’t know I had.

I don’t want her to moan anyone else’s name but mine.

I never want to let this girl go.

My hand drifts under her shirt, and when it touches her bare skin, she sighs, and I groan against her neck.

Her skin is so fucking soft and warm.

I cup one of her perfect tits in my hand. I’m so blinded by this girl and I love the fact that she ran right over here to yell at me without even putting a bra on. I’ve never been more thankful for a woman to yell at me.

I pinch and roll her nipple, and Lexi chokes on a sob. Dipping my head down, I squeeze her tit and suck her nipple through her t-shirt. She lets out a little scream that turns into a gravely moan that has me wishing I had a recorder. Every sound she makes unlocks another part of me I didn’t know existed.

I do the same to her other tit and she repeats that sexy sound for me.

I pull away and look down to see the two wet spots I left on her shirt, and it makes me feel like a king. I slide my hand down to the waistband of her stretchy pants, and just before I can dip inside to find her heaven, she stops me, her breathing becoming erratic.

“Wait. Stop,” she pants, breathless, and I pause.

“What is it, dolcezza?”

“I didn’t come here for this. I can’t do this.”

I press my forehead to hers and take a deep breath to calm my raging heart and hard-on that’s begging for her. “Okay,” I tell her, stepping away.

She looks ruffled, like she was just caught doing something bad. I glide my finger along her jaw. “I know you need to run right now, but you probably shouldn’t go out there looking like that.” I tip my chin down to her chest and her eyes follow, seeing the wet marks I made.

Her eyes widen and she throws her long hair forward to cover my work. “This isn’t going to happen again,” she says in a rush. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

“Are you sure about that?”

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