Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
Oh. I suppose that makes sense. ?I felt a bit silly now.
“Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?” Ace pushed.
We both knew I was still keeping something from him, but I wasn’t about to ruin the peaceful moment we were sharing. I would keep my secret a little longer.
“Nope,” I replied. “I got nothing.”
“Hmm,” Ace hummed in suspicion. “C’mon.”
He stood and helped me to my feet, then I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled my face into his chest, needing to be as close to him as possible.
Jeez, I think I missed him even more than I had realized. I surprised even myself with my behavior, yet I couldn’t stop myself.
Ace stood there for a second, too shocked to return my embrace. He was probably just as put off by my sudden need for affection as I was.
But eventually, he gripped my hips and pulled me closer, running a soothing hand up and down my back. Shivers traveled along my spine. His touch felt so unbelievably good.
A moan escaped my mouth, and it said something about how much I needed him that I wasn’t embarrassed.
“Doe.” He attempted to pull away, but I pressed myself closer, not ready to leave his arms just yet. “Doe.” He tried again.
I shook my head, brushing my cheek against his soft shirt. “Please don’t make me let go. Just hold me for a little longer.”
“I’m not going to let you go, sweet girl. I just want to look at you while I talk to you.”
I pouted but finally gave in, leaning back just enough for him to peer down at me.
He framed my face in his hands, studying me silently.
He frowned. “You watched that horror movie I told you not to watch, didn’t you?”
Well, fucking hell. He could tell that just by looking at my face? This man was far too perceptive for his own good.
I tried to stuff my face back in his chest to avoid answering, but he tightened his grip on me so I couldn’t.
“Doe,” he said, his tone thick with warning.
“Ugh, fine. Yes,” I finally admitted, slumping against him in defeat. “And I don’t want to hear you say it was a bad idea because I know. I regret every second I spent watching that stupid movie.
“Please don’t be mad. I don’t want to fight. I should have listened to you.” I was really laying my apology on thick.
“Yes, you should have. Am I safe to assume that you did it to get back at me?”
I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. How did he just know everything? I was an idiot for thinking I could ever keep anything from him.
“Well, it’s not like I didn’t deserve it after what I put you through today.” He petted my hair away from my face. “And I think you understand now why I didn’t want you to watch it.”
He gestured down to where our bodies were touching and I was gripping onto him for dear life, terrified he was going to let me go.
I nodded. “So, you’re not mad?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not mad. I am, however, very tired.” He cupped my jaw in his big palm and brushed his thumb over the bags under my eyes. “You’re tired too. Let’s go to sleep.”
A strong sense of relief worked its way through my muscles. Sleep sounded wonderful.
He led me to my bed and pulled the covers back. I climbed in first, lying on my back so I could look at him.
For the first time ever, I didn’t feel the urge to roll my eyes or berate him when I caught him looking at my breasts through the fabric of his shirt that I wore to bed nearly every night.
I knew he loved it when I wore his clothes, and I may or may not have put a little bit more thought than usual into what I would be wearing to sleep tonight.
I had no bra on and made zero effort to cover myself up as he took in my pointed nipples.
His gaze traveled down to my pink and red polka-dot panties, at which point his eyes darkened and that strange and enticing purring noise started up in his chest, making my limbs feel weak.
A sense of giddiness overcame me. I wasn’t really sure why I was trying to seduce him. Maybe I just wanted to prove to myself that I could.
Or maybe I wanted him to act on his lust and touch me again.
He took his sweet time studying my body and smirked when his eyes finally met mine again. Without saying a word, he reached down and took off his shoes and socks, never breaking eye contact.
Then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs, which were sculpted to perfection. I licked my lips, and my breathing became labored.
All my shame escaped me as I watched with rapt attention as he continued to undress, slowly unzipping his jeans and letting them fall to the ground until he was standing before me in only his boxers.
My mouth went dry when I noticed the outline of his hard cock. It was straining against the fabric.
Holy fucking shit.
Marta was right about what she had said about large men.
Dear lord, was I turned on. The pulse between my legs was becoming nearly impossible to ignore, and I had no idea what to do about it.
I certainly wasn’t going to tell Ace—not when he was standing there, looking like a Greek god. It was unfair for a person to be that good looking, especially as he never worked out and ate like shit.
I was certain I would never compare to his level of beauty. And not because I was insecure; I knew I was fucking hot. Any guy would be lucky to have me.
But Ace was something else entirely. He was practically a whole other species.
My eyes slowly traveled back up his body, and I noticed for the first time that he was watching me shamelessly check him out, sporting the biggest shit-eating smirk I had ever seen in my life.
I swiftly averted my gaze, flames of red racing up my chest and neck. I had never been so unabashed in my perusal of his body before.
What is he thinking? Does he mind?
The satisfied smile on his face told me he didn’t.
Ace crawled toward me on the queen bed, his movements slow and graceful and completely mesmerizing.
Once he was next to me, he gently grabbed my chin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His deep voice made my insides quiver. “Any idea at all?”
My tongue dipped out to wet my dry lips, and my libido did a little dance when I noticed Ace tracking the movement with hungry eyes. “Um…no?”
I decided then and there that I wanted nothing more than to drown in the blue of his eyes.
He dipped his head and, for a moment, I thought he might kiss me, but then he abruptly released my chin and shot me a dazzling grin. He fell back onto the bed next to me.
“You can look at me as much as you want, Doe. You never have to be embarrassed. I am just as much yours as you are mine. This is a two-way street. Remember that.”
He crossed his arms behind his head and shut his eyes, sighing deeply. He looked so content. I liked him this way: calm and happy and loving.
“You know,” I said softly, “when you say things like that, you make it sound like we’re a couple or something.” I let out a nervous laugh.
“Hm, do I?”
Ace seemed unbothered by my comment. I tried to take that as a win. I mean, at least he wasn’t put off by the idea of us as a couple, right? I would take indifference over disgust any day.
Positive thoughts, Doe, ?I told myself. ~Think positive thoughts.~