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Weird psychological survival mechanism or not.
My body wanted his right then.
And I was having a hard time thinking of any reasons to deny it any longer.
"Josephine," he called, making me look up, finding him watching me with those strange red-flecked eyes. "If it's no, it's no. I don't want it if you have to talk yourself into it," he told me, shrugging.
"It's wrong," I told him, my hand lifting, fingertip running up his chest.
"Most likely," he agreed, nodding.
"It's a bad idea," I went on as my hand went to the side of his neck.
"Almost certainly," he agreed, clearly having his own internal struggles with the idea of it happening, but too far gone to care.
Judging by the way my skin seemed to hum when I pressed my body close to his, I was at that point as well.
Too far gone to care.
It was probably wrong.
It was definitely a bad idea.
But I wanted it. He wanted it.
There would be time for a proper psychological analysis and therapy down the road.
Right now, this was going to happen.
Chapter Eleven
Jo
I should have been nervous.
Sex with a new person always had that effect, and it should have been more amplified with him seeing as he was my damn captor and all.
But all I could seem to feel as his hand grabbed the back of my neck, and his lips crashed down on mine for the first time, was a bone-deep kind of rightness, like everything in me was responding to him.
He kissed like I expected for a man like him. Hard, deep, almost bruising with his intensity, but thoroughly, focusing on that one thing for what felt like hours, until my lips felt swollen and tingly, until every inch of skin felt heated and over-sensitive.
His fingers slid upward, sifting into my hair, curling, and pulling hard, making my head jerk back as a surprised gasp escaped me. Leaning down, he ran his lips down the side of my neck, teasing his tongue over my pulse point when he found it.
His hands moved, grabbing me at the waist as he turned, pulling me down on his lap as he dropped onto the couch, giving him better access as his fingers snagged the hem of my shirt, dragging it upward.
As soon as my head was free, though, he stopped, yanking it back down, trapping my arms at my sides as he leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. A jolt of need shot through me, a white-hot spark that moved down my spine to settle between my legs, making my hips wiggle against his lap, needing the movement, the friction.
A low, growling noise rumbled through Ace as his teeth nipped for a second before he moved across my chest, continuing the same torment there. Until my nipples were hard and aching, until my breasts felt heavy, until a flush had broken out across my chest, making me feel warm all over.
His hands grabbed my hips again, yanking me up off his lap, so he could slide my pants down over my ass, helping me out of the legs.
But just as I was going to settle back on his lap, his hands sank into my ass, yanking up so hard and fast that I couldn't do anything but gasp and flail out my arms as he practically tossed me up on the back cushions of the couch, leveling my sex right over his face.
There was a second of mortified uncertainty, feeling like I was going to suffocate the man, making me yank up my hips away from him, trying to figure out how to get back down.
But Ace's hands sank into my ass, yanking me back down, and running his tongue up my cleft, finding my clit, and working it in fast, relentless circles.
Yeah, all thoughts to objections fell away, even as I tried to find a way to brace myself as my thighs started to shake.
With nothing else to do, I leaned into the wall, hands going down to grab the back of the couch as he continued to devour me, driving me up so quickly that I felt like it was hard to find my breath.
One hand slipped from my ass, going between my thighs, thrusting inside, and turning to run over my top wall.
It was seconds, literally only seconds, after that the orgasm slammed through my system, making me cry out as my entire body seemed like it shook with the intensity.
"I can't... I can't," I whimpered as the waves started to ebb, and Ace's tongue started working me again.
"You can," he objected, yanking me back down onto his lap, leaving my clit alone as his fingers fucked me. Harder, faster. "See?" he asked a moment later as my walls started to tighten around him. "There," he added when the pulsations started, slow and deep, then faster and harder as I fell into his chest, crying out against his shoulder. "Told you," he added, sounding smug as I slowly started to come back down.
