He takes a step towards me. “What’s that?”
“To touch you. Take you in my hand and find out what you like.”
His arousal jumps. Desire flares in his eyes. “You would, would you?”
“Yes.” My voice is even throatier than before. “I would really like that.”
Ace tugs me to the edge of the bed, so my legs are dangling off it. Then he slides my panties off and tosses them aside. “Do you know what I’d like?”
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
His gaze moves between my legs. “I want to taste you,” he says. “I want to find out if you taste as sweet as you do when I kiss you. And you know what else I want?”
I shake my head. “What else?”
He kneels, then lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders. “I want to make you come with my tongue and fingers. I want to know how it feels. What kind of sounds you make. And I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” His gaze searches mine. “Would that be okay with you, Yara? If I do that?”
My core squeezes again. “Yes. That would bemorethan okay.”
His blue eyes turn to midnight as he looks at me. “Good.”
But rather than diving straight in, he splays his hand over my stomach, resting it there for a moment. “Do you have any triggers?” he asks. “Anywhere you don’t want me touching? Positions you don’t like?”
It’s so far from what I was expecting him to say; I stare at him in surprise. “Triggers?”
His expression sobers. “Yeah. I just thought… Well. After what you went through…”
Realization strikes me. “Oh, no. No triggers.”
“No?”
“No.” I sit up, then lean forward to kiss him. “I was lucky. In that sense, at least. No one ever touched me like that.”
A few seconds pass before Ace exhales heavily. “Okay.” Relief fills his gaze. “It wouldn’t have mattered to me,” he adds. “I justwant to be with you, however you’ll take me. But I’m just… I’m so fucking glad.”
“Me too,” I reply. “But now that that’s out of the way, do you think we could get back to the fun stuff?”
A smile tugs at his lips. “The fun stuff?”
“Yes. The fun stuff. Like all the things you said you were going to do to me. And the things I want to do to you.”
Ace chuckles. “Well, if that’s what you want, I’m happy to oblige.” He gently pushes me back down and lowers his head between my thighs. His breath is a warm whisper across my skin. “I’mveryhappy to oblige.”
Then he spreads my legs wider, so I’m fully exposed to him. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. His tongue strokes along my center, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. “So fucking beautiful.”
With one hand, he finds my sensitive bud and flicks it gently, like he’s testing to see my response. My hips jerk instinctively, my body wanting more. “Do you like that?” he asks. “When I touch you there?”
“Yes.” I clutch the bedspread as he flicks me again. “I like all of it.”
He pinches the little bud a bit harder this time. “And this?”
My inner muscles quiver at the sensation.“Yes.”
“Good.” Ace’s eyes raise to meet mine. And oh, my, seeing him like this—kneeling in front of me, eyes dark with desire and his features taut with need—makes me want him even more. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Ye—” My words stall when he plunges one thick finger inside me. “Yes.Please.”
And he does.