Page 74 of Ace of Spades

“It’s not a suggestion.”

He lifts me to my feet, guides my hand to the toolbox, and helps me drop the wrench. But even when I do, he doesn’t let go of my wrist.

I feel my heart beating violently in my chest at his closeness. For all the times he’s actively avoided being near me, right now, it’s like he’s fighting himself by holding onto me.

“Levi,” I whisper.

His hand travels up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

My breath hitches as he reaches my shoulder and bundles my hair into his hand, moving it all over to the other shoulder.

He presses his lips to the bare skin of my neck, and I press my body into him.

I’m desperate to feel him. Desperate to touch him. I raise both arms overhead to pull his neck down and hold him there in place.

Am I dreaming this right now? Is this really happening?

He groans.

“You, Sienna. You are my fucking undoing… I can’t think.” He kisses my neck. “I can’t work.” A kiss on my shoulder. “I need you.”

I sigh, my head thrown back against his chest as his lips move over my skin.

“I need you, too.”

He dips his hand past the waistband of my jeans, and I already know exactly what he’ll find.

He hisses.

“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers finding my soaked pussy. He drags it over my most sensitive spot, and it makes me bite back a moan.

“How am I supposed to get any work done when you’re here like heaven and hell’s most fascinating distraction?” He keeps working me, and I can’t help but melt against his touch, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

If anyone were to walk in right now, there’d be no denying what is happening between us.

“Maybe…” I gasp as he inserts a finger and sinks it deep inside me. I shutter. “Maybe, if you weren’t so hard headed… we could find a way to make it work. Gah!” I gasp, holding onto him for dear life as he winds my body up tighter.

“Make what work?” he whispers against my skin, then nips my neck, and the sensation mixed with the feeling of his fingers on me makes my control snap.

An orgasm crashes into me, and I’m left grasping onto him so I don’t melt onto this floor.

He keeps kissing my neck until I can think straight again.

“You… and me.”

When my breathing is back to normal, Levi slips his hand out from under my panties. The evidence of my arousal coating his fingers. He turns me around so that I’m facing him.

Using the finger he had inside me, he brushes it along my lower lip slowly.

And when he bends down to kiss it off, I know I’m just putty in his hands. He claims my lips like they were always meant to be his.

Only his. And for a moment, I do feel like I am.

Only his.

Then he pulls back, leaving me breathless. He stares at me with a longing that’s deeper than just lust.

“Why’d you stop?”

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