Page 35 of Ace of Spades
“Do you wear a thong every day? Because if you say yes, that’s all I’m going to think about, and I’ll be one useless FBI agent.”
“Should I lie, then?” She looked over her shoulder, a flirty smile on her face.
“God, yes. Lie.” It wouldn’t matter, though. Her perfect ass was seared into his brain, and yes, he was an ass man. Breasts were great, legs were worthy of attention, but a woman’s ass did it for him every time. He hooked a finger into the waistband of the thong, pulling her to him.
She landed on his lap, and he put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up. As he kissed her, he vaguely wondered if he was going to be the one who wouldn’t be able to walk away.
“What’s this?” she said, her finger pausing from caressing his shoulder, then circling over one of many such scars.
“Nothing.” The burn mark from a cigarette wasn’t something he wanted to talk about.
“He did this to you, didn’t he?” Her fingers went on a quest, stopping for a moment on each one she found.
“Don’t go there, Taylor. He doesn’t belong here with us. Not tonight.” There were even more than the ones she’d found. His father hadn’t spared his legs either, but if she persisted in wanting to know the reason for the burn marks, he’d walk right out the door before he’d tell her they were in retaliation for trying to kill his father.
She smiled up at him. “You’re right, he doesn’t. Tonight it’s only you and me in this bed.”
“Yeah, just us.” He brushed her hair away from her neck, then pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot below her ear. She let out a little gasp when he nipped and sucked on her skin, the sound going straight to his groin. He closed his eyes. It didn’t seem real that she was on his lap, in her bra and panties. He’d dreamed of her like this so many timesthat he wouldn’t be surprised if he opened his eyes to find this was just another dream.
She ground her bottom against the zipper of his jeans, and he slid his fingers under her bra, flicking her nipple with his thumb. When she fumbled with his belt buckle, he stood with her in his arms.
If he didn’t get his jeans off, he was going to bust right out of them. He dropped her on the bed, smiling when she bounced and giggled. Her eyes followed his hands as he pulled the zipper down. After removing a condom from his pocket, he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, kicking them aside.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she said.
For her, he wanted to be, which was new. He’d never much cared what women thought of him before. He had a moment of worry about that. They were friends first, above all else, and he didn’t want to screw that up. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, and he was bound to do that. This really wasn’t a good idea.
“Don’t.”
He didn’t have to ask what she meant. The light in her eyes dimmed as she watched him, probably expecting him to get dressed and leave. And he should. She pushed up onto her knees, reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the bed.
“Don’t think,” she said.
He’d stopped thinking the moment she kneeled in front of him and bared herself. If they wanted to argue beautiful, she’d win, hands down. Her nipples pebbled from him only looking at them. He didn’t know why she wanted him, but since he was no longer thinking, his male brain moved on to more interesting things. Like touching her breasts and tasting those pretty pink nipples. And that was just for a start.
“You’re making me crazy, Taylor. I’m going to taste you from head to toe.”
“Yes, please.”
He laughed as he fell onto the bed, bringing her down with him. “That’s much too polite for what I have in mind for you.”
“Do tell.” She rolled over and straddled him.
“You can be in charge later.” He flipped her onto her back. “This time I am. Should I start tasting you here?” He palmed a breast, circling the nipple with his thumb.
“Yes. And that wasn’t polite. I left off the please.”
“So you did.” He kept his word, tasting her from head to toe. Sometime later, he crawled up her body. “I could spend hours touching you, finding all your sensitive places, but I need to be inside you.”
Nate loved women. Loved their minds, their smells, their soft bodies. He couldn’t say how many women he’d been with. But he’d never felt like he was where he belonged the way he did now, joined with Taylor. He stared down into her eyes and swallowed hard. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way, like he’d come home, wasn’t supposed to want what he couldn’t have.
“You got any moves in you, or are you just going to stare at me all night?” She waggled her eyebrows, wrenching a smile from him.
“Oh, I got moves, baby. Hold on tight, and I’ll show you a few.”
Whatever worries his mind was trying to stir up, he’d think about later. She felt too damn good to resist. He withdrew, then slid back in, slow strokes at first, until her whimpers and moans drove him crazy, and he couldn’t hold back.
He loved her until they were both too exhausted to move. When she cuddled up to him, he expected to feel caged. He wasn’t a cuddler. Surprisingly, he liked having her wrapped around him. Another thing he should worry about. But not tonight.
