Page 89 of All I Feel

I didn’t pay attention to where it landed because I was entirely fixated on him. On his bare chest and abdomen. On the tattoos running along both of his arms and shoulders. On the exquisitely sculpted muscle beneath the surface ofthat smooth skin. I’d seen Ace over the years without a shirt on—our families had taken vacations to the beach together—but I hadn’t ever looked at him with any sort of lust or desire before, so this felt new.

Flicking my eyes to his, I asked, “You don’t look in the mirror?”

“What?”

“You said you’ve never seen anything or anyone so perfect as me.” I gestured toward his body. “That must mean you don’t look in the mirror.”

He grinned, wrapping an arm around me and lifting. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he took us down to the bed. The weight of his big, solid body hovered over mine, and my favorite lock of his hair fell over his brow.

I reached for it, brushed it back, and said, “I love this.”

“What?”

“Your hair. I love your hair, especially when this rogue lock escapes and falls forward like this. It makes you look impossibly handsome.”

His lips twitched. “Impossibly handsome?”

“Impossibly,” I whispered.

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

“I was thinking I should take advantage, especially now that you’re half naked on top of me, and kiss you.”

When I didn’t make my move, Ace chuckled and said, “I’m not going to put up a fight or stop you, Princess. Kiss me.”

I lifted my head, brushed my lips against his, and felt a shudder run along my spine. Then something primal took over, and I attacked. I kissed him like I’d never kissed him before. I reached and touched places on his naked torso that I’d never explored.

As my tongue danced and dueled with his, I grew hungrier. Moans and whimpers escaped, and my hips rolled against him, seeking that friction.

Ace sensed what I wanted, what I desperately needed, and shifted his body to the side. One hand came to my breast as we continued to kiss, but eventually that hand drifted south. When it slipped between my legs, I tore my mouth from his, pressed the back of my head deeper into the mattress, and moaned.

A groan escaped from Ace just before his mouth closed over my nipple and sucked it in deep. My hips bucked in response. Ace’s fingers played between my thighs, gentle and teasing at first. Then he drove one finger inside.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulder.

He released my breast, looked up at my face, and our eyes locked. Neither of us looked away as his finger slowly slid in and out of me. When he pressed his thumb to my clit and circled, my lips parted.

“Ace,” I whimpered.

A proud look washed over him. “That’s it, Tessa. Let me give you what you need.”

Me.

He was only concerned with me getting what I needed.

There was no rushing this or doing what was necessary to get what he wanted. Ace only cared about pleasing me.

If it was possible, I grew even more turned on.

Heat flooded my body. Ace’s hand worked me harder, a second finger slipping inside. It built and built. Faster, that knot in my belly growing tighter as I edged forward toward something I didn’t know even existed.

“Oh, God. Ace. Please,” I begged.

I barely took in the look in his eyes as it hit me, my ownsqueezing shut as wave after wave of glorious pleasure washed over me. Ace worked me through it, his fingers slowing until they finally stopped as it left me.

My breathing was ragged, my body spent. He’d only used his fingers, and I was utterly useless.

Daring to look at him, I opened my eyes again. His were dark, intense, and glittering with hunger. “I could watch you come like that for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it.”