Page 5 of Run to Me
“Olivia,” he whispers against my throat, and it’s both a question and an answer.
My fingers knot in his hair, pulling him closer, daring him to say it again. He takes me up on it, the syllables softer this time, more breath than voice. His hands cup my face, thumbs brushing the line of my cheekbones, and I can’t resist the temptation to taste his mouth again.
Our legs tangle as he shifts above me, his movements coaxing, drawing out every reaction he knows I’ll give him. He knows this rhythm. So do I. Before long, I lose track of where I end and he begins.
The sky presses down around us, studded with stars, and the distant ridge holds its breath. Ace pulls back just far enough to catch my eyes, as if daring me to break away. I don’t. I don’t want to. My arms wrap around his neck, anchoring him to me as our bodies melt together.
Our whispers become softer, incoherent. His lips find my ear, his voice a rasped confession I don’t want to hear, but I do. Andhe knows it. His fingers lace with mine, pressing our hands into the blanket as the night wraps us in its shadows. We’re moving in perfect time now, reckless and raw and inevitable.
“Olivia,” he breathes again, and this time it shatters between us like something precious and breakable.
The way he says my name makes me forget that we are supposed to hate each other. But right now, all I want is him.
His hands slowly move down my stomach and I gasp. Things between us have always been physical. Normally, we meet up, get a couple orgasms in, and then go our separate until the next time. Something is different about tonight though.
“I was hoping you’d show up in the same outfit as this morning,” he whispers in my ear.
My hands claw up his back. “Oh, well sorry to disappoint you, cowboy.”
He stops what he is doing and looks into my eyes. “You are never a disappointment, Liv.”
And without any hesitation, he moves his face straight between my legs. Oh fuck! He’s never gone down on me before, honestly these are mostly quickie sessions, but he’s worshipping me tonight. What changed?
My hands clench the blanket and moans escape my throat, trying to keep myself from getting off too soon, because I want to savor his tongue on me for as long as I can. But he’s too damn good. “What, now you are trying to win? What happened to slow?”
“You taste too fucking good.” He wipes his mouth and goes back for seconds.
When he puts two fingers inside me, I lose it. That’s all I need to be pushed over the top and my orgasm makes my head spin. “Fuck! Fuck! Ace… don’t stop!” Oh and he doesn’t. He keeps going to let me ride out the best fucking orgasm of my life.
When he’s done, he licks his lips, and starts putting his clothes back on. “What are you doing?”
He puts his shirt on and he’s buttoning his pants. “That’s all I need tonight.”
“Umm… you can’t be serious?”
“Is there a problem?” He runs the back of his hand across his mouth. “Not every time we hook up has to be about penetration.”
I’m over wondering when this changed? He has never gone down on me, and we surely have never not had sex. “I’m just confused.”
“No need. I wanted to please you tonight.” He shifts slightly, his fingers brushing the loose strands of hair from my face, and then he lays down on his back on the blanket. “I’ve always had visions of a place just like this.”
A low laugh escapes me. “I didn’t take you for the visionary type.”
“Turns out there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“I know you forgot to invite me to your last birthday,” I counter. “And the one before that.”
“Figured you might ruin the surprise.”
“With a better one?” I suggest, rolling onto my side to face him. The blanket crumples beneath us, fabric brushing skin. I watch his reaction closely, waiting for him to flinch or laugh or do anything but lie here and act like this means something more than it does.
He just smirks. “Sounds like a challenge.”
I push him back onto the grass, my hair spilling over his shoulder as I lean close. “Ace Montgomery admitting he might lose a bet? Now that is a surprise.”
He pulls me tighter against him, a low chuckle vibrating through my body. I pretend it’s annoyance I feel, not pleasure, but even I can’t convince myself. Especially not with the way hetouches me. I drop my head to his chest, trying to muffle the grin that I can’t seem to suppress. It’s pointless. I can hear the smugness in his sigh.
“You ever think this place will be more?” His voice has lost its teasing edge. It’s so low I almost miss it.
