Aces High: A Second Chance MC Romance
She scans my bruised face with an anguished expression on her own. Have the last forty-eight hours been just as miserable for her as they were for me? Or does she just feel sorry for me? I wish I could read her mind, but I just have to hold my breath and wait for an answer. The song has ended. The music stopped, but we are still in the same spot, trapped together, unwilling to part.
“Four days?” she considers.
“An indecent proposal.” I slide my hands down to her ass and grip both of her juicy cheeks. She’s wearing a skin-tight pair of jeans that hug every curve of her bottom. The force of my hold mashes together our lower bodies, giving Liv an up-close and personal feel of my growing need, and want, and desire. A small, titillating moan escapes her mouth as she’s swept away in the moment.
“Heaven help me. I accept.” She falls to pieces right in my arms.
“I thought that was going to take more convincing.” “Consider all your efforts over the last week and a half counting toward my decision.”
“Oh, yeah?” My pride swells. “Good to know it wasn’t all for nothing.” I drop a kiss on her lips, and then another. I add one more just for good luck. And maybe because I just love kissing her.
“So, are we done wasting time down here? I’m ready to go to bed.” Erase the boundaries, and Liv is a livewire.
“You’re gonna make me wait?” She’s equally pouty and surprised.
“A little bit longer, yeah. I gotta put my time in first.”
“And how much time are we talking?” Liv is provocatively close.
“I’m not sure. A few hours, maybe?”
“That seems like an impossibly long time.”
“It is an impossibly long time,” I agree, my balls aching like a motherfucker. I’ve been fighting for Liv’s attention for so long, I’ve reverted back to a goddamn horny teenager.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait for you, then. Alone,” she sighs, “naked . . . and wet.”
“Wet?” I swallow hard.