He nodded. “I was an asshole, yes. The time wasn’t right, but I didn’t handle it well. I was a child myself.”
“You have a lot of making up and worshipping to do.”
His grin widened. “I plan to spend the rest of my time with you making up.”
“That sounds like a great plan to me.”
He slipped his hand away from my face and ran it down my body to cup my breast. He squeezed it gently, wolf gold flashing through his gaze. “I love you, Em, and I don’t plan on just telling you that. I plan to show you.”
“With your cock?”
He nodded and licked his lips. “With everything, remember?”
I did, but now he was kneading both my breasts with a look of hunger in his gaze. The sight made my knees weak, and I wanted to rip off my clothes and splay myself across his bed so he could phaan me every which way possible.
Ace leaned down and nipped at my bottom lip. “You look so wicked right now, my naughty little Mouse. Are you thinking about me phaaning you? Is my cock deep in that sweet pussy of yours or is my mouth on you instead?”
“Both,” I admitted.
He ripped off my wet shirt, practically feral, and pulled down my bra. He captured my nipple with his lips and teeth before he drew more in with a wet suck. “Are you phaaning my face again? That was so hot. I still dream about it. You taste so phaaning good.”
“Mmmm,” was my intelligent reply. Words were too hard right now.
He withdrew, my breast popping out of his wet mouth. He straightened to his full height and growled at me. “Get on the bed, Em.”
I spun on my heel and did as ordered, while he stoked the fire in record time. I had peeled off the last layer of clothing, and he was already on me, naked, kissing me, licking me, biting and kneading. We rolled around in the bed as he worshipped my body, leaving me in a pool of ecstasy, before flipping me on my stomach. He settled behind me, between my thighs and pulled me up at the hips.
I mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow as he ran the tip of his cock along my entrance. I was so wet. So ready.
He gripped my hips, pulling me back as he thrust forward. And then he was inside me, filling me, stretching me, phaaning me from behind. His body slapped into mine, hitting everything just right with each flex of his hips.
I bit into the pillow as it muffled my cries of pleasure. Gales, he felt so good.
“Do you like this?” He asked.
The stretch and slide of him left me dizzy with each thrust. “Yes.”
“Do you like me phaaning you from behind?” He reached around me with one hand and pressed down on my sensitive skin.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Ace grunted behind me, his body still slapping against mine. “You love taking this cock.”
“Mmm,” I groaned into the pillow as I widened my stance. He was hitting me so deep. He made me feel so full.
He pistoned his hips, driving himself deep inside only to pull back a little to slide in again. The friction and fullness of each thrust sent pleasure rushing through my body and I was coming. I was coming so hard, I screamed into the pillow as pleasure overwhelmed me.
“Yes, Em.” Ace slapped my ass as he continued to pump into me. He kneaded the skin a little before smacking it again. “Come on my cock.”
My body contracted, every muscle stimulated as the orgasm ripped through my body. He might’ve said something else, but at this point, I couldn’t hear anything besides the rush of blood through my body and the racing beat of my heart.
Ace jerked behind me, growling something into my ear as he bent over me and finished. As he lowered us both to the bed, I realized what he’d been telling me he loved me over and over again as my body clenched around him.
28
Banging on the door interrupted the most delectable dream—one where I was wrapped up, naked limbs tangled with Ace’s, in his bed by the fireplace. Warmth licked my skin while he held me in his strong arms.
The banging continued and I groaned as I pried my eyes open. Ace lay behind me, an arm draped over my waist, but our legs weren’t entangled, and the fire no longer burned beside us. Instead, a chill hung in the air—the kind where you dreaded flinging back the covers.
