Scarlett's POV
"Ace, wait..." I tried, but my voice betrayed me.
He wasn't listening. Or maybe he was, and simply didn't care. His mouth was already on my neck, tracing that vulnerable patch just below my ear, and suddenly the air in the suite felt too thick, too hot. My legs trembled beneath me.
"We shouldn't-" I started again, but then his hands found my waist, fingers spreading wide like he was memorizing every inch. A gasp fell from my lips before I could catch it.
His lips moved lower, slower, pressing heated kisses down my collarbone. Then lower still.
I wasn't sure when he walked me back to the bed, or how he made it seem so effortless. One minute I was half-heartedly protesting, and the next I was on my back, his mouth on my breast, and my sanity unravelling thread by thread.
