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I’m nervous, of course I am, but I’m not afraid of his touch. I give him a small nod and tip my lips up into a smile that seems enough for him to continue.
When his hand moves up the towel, I wonder if he can feel the raised scars on my thighs, but he doesn’t say anything.
The moment his calloused fingers move over my sensitive folds, my hips leave the bed of their own accord. A needy whine escapes my throat when he draws back, his eyes dark with lust as they stare down at me.
“What did I say?” His brow cocks up, and I can’t help but think how fucking sexy he is when he gets bossy like this. A smile tips up the corners of his lips when my hips make it back to the mattress, and a moment later, his fingers are back where I need them, circling the tight bundle of nerves that has caused me so much trouble in the last twelve hours.
Maybe I’m just out of practice. After all, I haven’t gotten myself off since I was a teenager.
He dips his fingers lower, teasing my entrance, his eyes locked with mine, constantly searching for discomfort. But if I was going to freak out, I think I would have done it already. He’s on top of me, for god’s sake. He has me pinned to the bed. Surely if I was going to have a flashback, it would have happened by now.
“You’re so wet for me, Mia,” he rumbles. “You know, I’ve always dreamed about what you would taste like. When we were teenagers, I used to get myself off at the thought of sneaking into your room and waking you up with my mouth on your pussy.”
A pained moan forces itself from my throat. I may not have been able to get myself off, but if he keeps up with that filthy mouth, he might be able to do it with his words alone.
“Would you have liked that, sugar?”
I nod against the mattress. “Yes,” I breathe.
I’m rewarded with a bright smile that makes my heart explode. He pulls his fingers from beneath the towel and brings them to his lips, holding my eyes as he dips them into his mouth and lets out a primal growl so deep it doesn’t sound human.
“I knew you’d taste sweet, sugar, but fuck. You just became my favorite snack.”
I open my mouth to respond as heat spreads across my cheeks and down my neck, but quickly snap it shut again. Did he just say that? Oh my god.
“I like rendering you speechless.” Ace chuckles as his hand disappears again, and this time when he brings his fingers to my aching core, he doesn’t hesitate. He presses two into my tight channel, watching me closely as he does, and presses his thumb to my clit.
I scream out, the influx of pleasure taking my breath away. He’s way better at this than I was.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groans through clenched teeth, and I notice the tension in his neck and shoulders. He’s holding back. He’s trying not to scare me.
The love I’ve always felt for Ace slams into me and tears pool in my eyes, but for the first time in my life, it’s not because the man touching me is doing so without permission. It’s because he saved me in more ways than he knows.
And even when I inevitably have to leave, it will be him who pulls me through the years ahead.
CHAPTER THIRTY
ACE
It’s taking every ounce of self-control I can muster not to grind my aching cock against her thigh. Fuck. I’m ready to dry hump the hell out of her if it means I get a release.
But this isn’t about me. Despite my cock’s very obvious displeasure with that fact.
Tears gather in Mia’s eyes, but there’s no fear hiding behind the deepest blue I’ve ever stared into, just trust. Trust I don’t deserve. I never deserved it, even when we were kids, but now I certainly don’t.
Everything that happened to her was my fault.
I promised I would save her. And I didn’t.
And now I’ll spend the rest of my life begging for forgiveness. Praying that she’ll one day be able to see past all the ways I’ve failed her.
“Ace,” she moans. Her hips grind against my hand, needing more than I’m ready to give her.
I shake my head slowly, holding the mask of discipline in place so she won’t see how fucking badly I want to ravage her.
“Please.” The word falls from her pretty lips, and I swear I almost come on the spot. I want to hear her beg. I want those lips to ask nicely for my cum. I want her to kneel for me and ask me nicely to fuck her. I want it all.
I force out a breath and double my efforts. Part of me begs me to tease her, to deny her until she’s so desperate her body can’t possibly hold it for another second. But this is about getting her past whatever mental block is stopping her from finding her release.
