I pick his shirt up, pulling it over my head and following the loud noises echoing throughout the condo. Loud bangs replace the thumps and I forget the words I was supposed to make sense of when I round the corner to the living room and see him through the french doors.
I walk over and push them open.
The muscles in his arms bulge while he pushes a dumbbell toward the morning sky from a yoga mat.
Sweat rests along his body while I try to hold my breath because he’s a different Ace than he is on campus. This Ace looks like that NBA player he was supposed to be by now.
He rests the dumbbell on his chest and pushes out a loud breath. “No breakfast?”
“No,” I squeak out.
He snickers. “Come here. You too grown to kiss me good morning?”
“You meantellyou good morning?”
“Nah. I know what I said.” He pats his stomach. “Come let me have you for a minute.”
“It’s concerning how much you like tasting my morning breath.”
His abs contract while he sputters out a laugh. “I like tasting your pussy too, but you ain’t complaining about that. Now I need to have both because you playing games early this morning. Bring your ass here.”
I thought I was ready for the day he stopped dropping sexual innuendos, but my moist inner thighs tell me otherwise.
I patter across the balcony and squat on his stomach. His natural scent wafts up my nose and those butterflies he created start fluttering in wild spasms. There’s a wet spot underneath me again, but I don’t care this time because I made love to a man I hate and like for the first time. That wet spot is the least of my worries because I need to feel him again.Now.
He sits the dumbbell beside us and pushes up on his forearms. “Open your mou—”
I thrust my lips on his and savor the grunt he belts out. Our tongues collide and I try to copy the ways his glides around my mouth when I let him have me. My hips grind into his stomach like it’s second nature, and he smiles.
“Mom better stop letting you listen to Janet. You not about to be fucking anytime and any place.”
I squeak out a laugh, pulling my tongue away from his. “Shut up. You don’t even believe in fucking.”
“Nah, I believe in fuckingfor sure. I just don’t believe in fucking you. We don’t do that, and we never will.”
His fingers crawl up his shirt that I’m wearing and my hips start those second nature moves again. I can’t believe none of thoseCosmomagazines me and Chelsea snuck out of Walmart prepared me for the aching throb between my legs when Ace wasn’t inside of me.
“Come in,” I mutter.
“You tryna control the vibe.” His hand goes up the back of the shirt. “That’s how you get in trouble.”
I smack my lips while trying to rock away the throbbing.
“I’m not finished with my workout.”
“Cut it short.”
“I never cheat myself and you shouldn’t either.”
I roll my eyes, thrusting my face into his neck.
“Ain’t even brush your teeth or wash your face and you want me inside you. That’s not good. Are you pouting?”
His words sound good, and they probably taste even better. It doesn’t take long for my rocking to wake him up.
“Answer me,” he mutters, pulling me closer.
I nod, swiping my lips against his neck with each one.
