“Can I come in?”
I step back to let her into the apartment, the smile already spreading across my face.
“How’s Mrs….” The name of the woman completely escapes me.
“Hensley? She’s doing all right. I called her son this morning, and he’s coming over to visit her.” Carolyn’s forehead crinkles with concern. “Poor lady. I’ve never seen her like that before.”
“It’s too bad.”
Carolyn looks up at me as I close and lock the door behind us. “I didn’t come here to talk about Mrs. Hensley.”
“Oh, really?” I feign the slightest hint of innocence, but I step toward her all the same, and she bites her lip.
“No.”
“Then what did—”
Before I can get the words out of my mouth, she’s crashing into me, her lips hard against mine. It seems like the most natural thing in the entire goddamn world when she jumps up and wraps her legs around me, her arms sliding around my neck, her firm ass balanced in my hands.
“I wanted to talk to you,” she says between kisses, “but—”
“That can wait,” I growl before pressing my lips to the smooth skin of her neck. Without thinking about it, I’ve walked us to the bedroom, but I let her kiss me for another full minute at least, my cock standing out hard against the fabric of my jeans, before I lay her on her back on the bed and prop myself up over her on my elbows.
Her eyes are dark and glittering, and I take the time to explore her mouth with my tongue before I lean down and untie the belt of the wrap dress with my teeth, tugging it until the knot comes loose and then finishing the job with my hands.
Underneath the dress she’s wearing a black bra and panty set that takes my fucking breath away. It has her breasts cupped to perfection, and my hands ache with the need to be where that scrap of lacy fabric is, so I sit her upright, kissing her harder, faster, while I undo the bra and slide the straps down her arms before tossing it to the floor next to the bed.
The panties are next.
I spread her out on the comforter, head tipped back, eyes closed, while I hook my fingers into the waistband of the panties and tug them down. She points her toes delicately when I reach her feet, and I grab one in one hand and plant a kiss on one of her slim ankles.
Perfection.
Then I edge her legs apart, anticipating the damp sweetness waiting for me.
“You wanted to talk about something?”
I take the opportunity to kiss her ankle again, then a little higher. Her breath hitches in her chest.
She’s panting. “I thought you said….”
I kiss another inch higher, a little hotter, a little harder, then another inch.
“I’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know,” I say, kissing another tantalizing inch closer to her pussy. She tilts her hips and spreads her legs apart a little more, her ankle trembling in my grip. “Right after I fuck you.”
Carolyn whispers something I can’t make out.
“What was that, you sexy thing?”
“Please.”
Chapter 21
Carolyn
Ace makes me come so hard, and so many times, that when we’re finally finished, I turn over on my side, lay my cheek against the cool pillowcase on his bed, and fall asleep.
When I wake up, I can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours, and for a moment all I can feel is a sharp jolt of adrenaline running through all of my veins, straight to my fingertips.
What time is it? I wanted to talk to him. I have to talk to him….
Ace stirs in the bed next to me, his eyelids fluttering. When he sees me, his smile is bright enough to light up the entire planet, and my heart beats hard in my chest.
He could be a murderer, and my heart is going crazy for him.
“Hey.” He stretches his arms above his head, his hard biceps on full display. “Did we sleep the day away?” Ace closes his eyes again, a contented smile on his face.
I squint at the floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side of the bedroom, trying to determine the time by the quality of the light. “I don’t think so.”
“Then we’ve still got time.” Ace wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me back down next to him. The air in his apartment has cooled—he must still be running the air conditioning, despite the fall temperatures creeping a little lower each day—and it feels unbelievable for my smooth bare skin to slide down under his soft sheets.
We lay in silence for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of our breathing evident in the room, and I think Ace might have fallen asleep again.
Then he says, “I shouldn’t be doing this with you, but I can’t help it.”
“Why not?”
“You’re too gorgeous and perfect.”
I laugh softly. “Why shouldn’t you be doing it?”
His arm around my waist tenses, but he presses his lips to the back of my neck, and heat cascades down from where he’s kissing me all the way to my toes.
“I just shouldn’t.”