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He pulls back and kisses a fiery trail across my cheek to my jaw before he kisses the tender flesh below my ear and then whispers, “You smell fucking delicious. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Oh. My. God.

I nearly combust right there on the spot as my toes curl at just the thought of having Ace’s face between my legs. I squirm against him as my panties grow wet with my own arousal.

Just like in the shed, Ace reaches down and hoists me up so that my legs wrap around his waist, and he begins walking us over to my couch. I unwrap my legs and stand before him as he backs up against the couch. Unable to wait any longer, I grab the bottom of his shirt and whip it over his head in one swift motion. My eyes follow the long, lean muscles in his chest down to the incredible set of drool-worthy abs on display in front of me. Most rock stars I’ve ever seen pictures of are covered in tattoos, but surprisingly, Ace only has one. It’s a line of script above his heart.

I run my fingers over the words and read them aloud. “‘To thine own self be true’?”

He smiles. “It’s a quote from my favorite Shakespeare play, Hamlet. It’s a reminder to me to always put myself first.”

I smile seductively. “How’d you become so knowledgeable about something so romantic?”

“Let’s just say I’m more than a pretty face.”

He laughs and I wrap my arms back around his neck, giggling along with him. I toy with the hair at his nape, loving the way it feels between my fingers. “Kiss me.”

His playful smile grows serious and his eyes flood with desire after hearing my request. “Happily.”

The caress of his hands as they grip my hips and yank me to him feels amazing. How I’ve longed for him to hold me like this—need me like this—want me like this.

When our lips meet again, the warmth of his kiss nearly sends me over the edge. Eagerly I meet every thrust of his tongue inside my mouth with a moan that I can no longer hold back. This feels so good—he feels so good—so right.

I shudder when his fingertips find the bottom of my shirt and his pinkie grazes the skin across my back.

“I want to see you,” he whispers before he slides his hands up my torso, bringing my shirt up along with them.

The moment my shirt comes over my head, he lowers his head and kisses my exposed shoulder. His calloused fingers caress my bare skin before his right hand tangles itself into my bra in the back and unhooks it.

Ace stares into my eyes as he takes his sweet time torturing me with his gentle touch, slowly pulling each strap down, allowing my white lace bra to fall at our feet.

No man has ever had this much self-control with me, and it’s absolutely killing me slowly.

His tongue darts out, and he leans in and licks my top lip before he presses his lips to mine yet again. “Exquisite.”

I love hearing him speak. I love the sweet, romantic words that flow from his mouth, and greedily, I want more. “Do you know any more lines from Shakespeare?”

“I know plenty,” he murmurs against the soft, sensitive skin below my ear.

I toss my head back to give him better access as he works his way down my neck. I gasp the moment he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. Careful to give my other breast the same attention, he flicks his tongue across the taut skin as he works the button of my jeans loose, and then the zipper.

When he kneels down, he stares up at me adoringly. “Lift your foot.”

I do as he orders, and he removes my Converse sneaker and then motions for me to repeat the action with the other foot. Once that’s done, he works the stiff material of my jeans down my hips, pausing to kiss my stomach just above my underwear before removing those as well.

Standing there on display for him, I should feel self-conscious as his eyes roam over me, but I don’t. The way he’s staring at me with his desire-coated eyes—it makes me feel powerful, and sexy. I love that I do that to him.

He lifts my left leg and sets my foot on the seat of the couch and traces a finger down my wet folds. “Perfect,” he says as he stares up at me adoringly, and I shiver.

The first tender touch of his tongue against my flesh causes me to suck in a quick breath as I grab a handful of his hair. His eyes dart up to my face and we make eye contact while he continues to roll his tongue against my throbbing clit.

I’ve never had anybody look at me with so much intensity before, especially while pleasuring me, but I like it.

It’s so damn hot.

After I’m dripping wet, he slides a finger inside me and begins working me into a frenzy as he continues to pump and suck at my most sensitive flesh. Soon a familiar tingle erupts through me and I tense, not ready to give, but not able to stop it either.

“Oh, Ace,” I cry out as I come hard against his mouth, and he continues to lap at my juices.

He sets my leg down on the ground and stands and wraps me in his arms until the shudders subside. I rest my head against his chest and sigh contentedly but find that I’m still hungry for him.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.

I lean back and kiss his lips, tasting my own arousal on him.

“‘Hear my soul speak: the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly to your service,’” Ace says against my lips, and it takes every inch of self-control I have to not attack him with my lips instead of allowing him to take his time with me.

Now it’s my turn to please him.

I make quick work of yanking his jeans down and then find myself staring at the huge bulge in his boxer-briefs. I bite my lip as I slide my hands into the waistband and then work them down over his hips.

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