“What do you think?”
“I think I want you to kiss me.”
“Honey, I already told you once I start kissing you, I might not be able to stop, and that could go very wrong on the dance floor here in front of all these people.”
“Mm, I suppose.” She closes her eyes, pressing her cheek to mine. I’m about six inches taller than her, but she’s in heels, so it’s a comfortable difference in height.
I close my own eyes, enjoying the feel of her body, the way the air practically sizzles with the electricity between us. It’s subtle, much like the two of us in general, but it’s there and if I feel it this acutely, she probably does too.
“It’s been ten years and seven months since we danced,” she says suddenly.
“Ten years, seven months, and twelve days.”
She lets out a delighted little sigh. “You counted the days… It’s been such a long time since that night, Ace.”
“But I’m here now, baby.”
Chapter 16
Shannon
“I can’t think of a single place I’d rather be than right here,” I tell him.
“Ditto.” His arms tighten around me and we barely move, swaying as little as possible and losing ourselves in the moment.
“I have a question,” he says softly.
“Sure.”
“What happened to your glasses?”
“I had laser surgery. My ex hated me with glasses, and I had the surgery for him, but it turned out to be a good thing. I love waking up and being able to see, or when I swim… I don’t miss them at all.”
“I just like having easy access for staring into your gorgeous eyes.”
He knows how to push every one of my erotic buttons—being with Ace is heavenly. I love everything about this man, from his chiseled jaw and strong hands to the muscles bulging in his biceps to the way he looks at me like he wants to devour me. I’ve never thought about a man literally devouring me, but with Ace, that’s how it feels.
“It’s time to call it a night,” Chris says when the song ends and we reluctantly head back to where we’ve been sitting.
“Us too, I think,” Ace says, arm around my waist. “It’s been a long few days for us.”
“I’ll see you in the gym at seven.”
“See you then.”
Ace keeps his arm tightly around me as we descend the stairs and make our way back to the room. I kick off my heels and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing my sore feet.
“Want a foot massage?” Ace asks, smiling down at me.
“Absolutely.” I scoot back on my bed and present my foot to him. He sits on the edge of the mattress and sets it on his lap, using both hands and rubbing his thumbs up the center of my foot.
“Oooh…” I lean back and close my eyes.
This is heavenly. Those damn hands of his are going to be the death of me. He’s holding my foot gently now, as if it were the most delicate thing in the world, but his fingers are working magic and goose bumps rise on my flesh. We’re both fully dressed but this might be the most erotic moment of my entire life.
He kneads the ball of my foot with his fist, the pressure just enough to erase an evening of high heels and leave me feeling relaxed and comfortable.
His hand moves up my foot, to the ankle and then to my calf. He rubs both hands along the skin there, going back to my foot and then up to the calf again. I’ve had foot massages before, but not like this, and I barely recognize the longing inside of me. Once upon a time, I was an excited virgin, anxious to learn what the big deal was about sex. About orgasms. And everything to do with intimacy.
