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“Nothing,” I bite. “We should probably go.” My mom and James are going to be pissed.
Ace rests his butt on the seat of the bike, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m not moving until you tell me what’s wrong.” I’m relieved the helmet shields most of my face, because I know my expression is probably betraying me right now. “Spit it out, Princess. I’m waiting.”
“Ugh,” I release a frustrated breath. “Fine. I can’t figure out why you brought me here is all.”
His brows furrow. “You didn’t have fun today?”
“I... that’s not what I mean,” I sigh. “Do you have a girlfriend here? Is Kelsey—“
Laughter crinkles the corners of his eyes. “You think me and Kelsey... fuck, no. She’s no one to me. But you’ve seen what I do, the kind of people I hang out with. It probably wasn’t the smartest move bringing you here.”
“I see.”
“Listen, I want nothing more than to kiss you. To strip you bare on my bike, bury my face in your sweet pussy and eat you out.” Lust floods me, making my knees weak. “You drive me in-fucking-sane, Princess.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
“Yeah, oh. Now get on the fucking bike before James calls the cops on me for endangering his precious Remi.” He throws his leg over the bike and grabs the handlebars.
It’s a strange thing to say, but I don’t question it as I slide on behind him, tucking myself into his back.
“Ready?”
I nod, and Ace revs the engine. Before I can say another word, Sterling Heights is disappearing behind us in a rush of warm air and exhilaration.
All too quickly the landscape changes to the familiar postcard perfect scenery of Sterling Bay, but Ace surprises me by pulling off at a rest area before we hit town. “Off,” he orders, and I slide off the bike, wondering what the hell he’s playing at. Roughly grabbing me, he tugs me around to him and shifts his body to the back of the seat. Then he gently pulls the helmet off my head.
“Get on.” He drops his steely gaze to the sliver of space in front of him.
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” he hooks his finger into the loop on the waistband of my jeans, “get. On.”
With a quick glance around to make sure we’re not being watched, I maneuver myself back onto the bike. Ace tracks my every move, using his big hands to fit my legs around his hips until we’re impossibly close.
“We need to—“
“Just shut the fuck up a second,” he growls, sliding one of his hands around my throat. “You look so fucking hot like this. Got all kinds of bad things running through my head right now.” He leans forward, dragging his tongue up the side of my neck. “One day,” he murmurs against my skin.
I want to ask him what he means, but I’m too blissed out. He’s barely touched me and I’m already losing control.
“Ace,” I murmur, pressing myself closer. He pushes gently, making my back bow against the handlebars.
“Fuck, Remi, the things I want to do to you.”
Delicious sparks of anticipation zip through me. And the thought hits me square in the chest.
I want him.
I want Ace Jagger.
But there are things he doesn’t know about me. Things that could get in the way of whatever this is growing between us.
He continues his exploration of my skin, licking and nipping until I’m a writhing, pent-up ball of nerves. I’m about to ask him to touch me, to make it all go away, but then he’s there. Kissing me. Devouring me. His tongue delves into my mouth, so deep it’s like he’s trying to crawl inside me. I kiss him back just as forcefully, sucking and biting his tongue.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses.
I can feel him rock hard beneath me, and I can’t resist dipping my hand between us, feeling the outline of his cock. My fingers creep to the zipper of his pants but a car flies past us, honking their horn. “Get a fucking room,” someone yells, and I bury my face in his shoulder. The sudden disruption is like a bucket of ice cold water, dousing what seems to ignite between us every time Ace touches me.
