Page 90 of All I Feel

A different kind of heat hit my cheeks, forcing me to look away.

“Tessa, look at me.”

I looked at him. “Yeah?”

“You do not have any reason to feel shy in front of me,” he said. “If you only knew the power you have over me right now.”

“What?”

He shook his head, pulled his fingers from my body, and stood beside the bed. “Princess, if you’re still eager for it, I’d love nothing more than to be inside you.”

Suddenly, it seemed Ace wasn’t the only one with an appetite. How was it possible I could feel like this after all that he’d just done to make me feel so good?

I sat up, shifted onto my shins, and scooted to the edge of his bed. Resting my palms on the front of his hips, I looked up and asked, “May I?”

A muscle in his jaw feathered. “Yes.”

Moving my hands to the fly of his jeans, I worked to unbutton and unzip him before pushing them down his legs. When my fingers curled around the elastic band of his boxer briefs, I glanced at him again and received a nod. So, I pulled them down his thighs, his cock springing free.

I loved seeing him. He was breathtaking. But I was terrified.

Swallowing roughly, I scrambled back and refused to take my eyes off his manhood.

How he knew what was going through my mind, I didn’t know, but Ace put a knee on the bed, brought his mouth to mine, and said, “I won’t hurt you, Tessa.”

“You’re… Ace, you’re very large.”

“And I’d never hurt you, Princess. Do you trust me?”

I nodded.

“Do you still want me?”

“More than anything,” I replied. “I’m just… nervous.”

He splayed his hand against the side of my throat, his thumb stroking along my jaw. “Do you want to stop?”

Shaking my head, I whispered, “No.”

“Then trust me to do right by you, Tessa. You’ll always be safe with me, especially in this bed.”

I nodded again.

Ace kissed me, his tongue sweeping in and tasting me. Tension eased out of my body, and I wondered if he knew that kissing me would work to lessen my fear.

He pulled back, brushed his thumb along my jaw again, and offered a sweet smile. Then he reached over to the nightstand, pulled out a condom, and rolled it on as I watched. A moment later, Ace urged me gently onto my back and settled himself between my parted thighs.

My heart was racing as the anticipation built, and my mind was suddenly flooded with dozens of thoughts about what to do. He’d just made me feel so good, better than ever. How was I going to make sure he experienced the same when I didn’t have a clue what I was doing? Having sex once in my life did not make me an expert.

Somewhere in the mix of all my spiraling, I noticed that Ace didn’t do anything to progress what was supposed to be happening between us. “Is everything okay?”

He shook his head.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Not a thing. But you’re so nervous. I don’t want you to feel anything but sure about me, us, and this.”

“I’m sorry. I’m ruining this.”