Dirty Rumor: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance(23)

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.”

I sigh a little. “That’s not really an answer.”

He takes in a deep breath, and I feel his chest press against my back. I wait for the next breath, and the next. I could keep waiting for breaths for the rest of my life, lying just like this, and be perfectly happy.

Well—eventually I’d want to roll over and do something else to his sexy, muscled body. But right now….

My heart beats a little harder. I’m careening from utter contentment to a strange fluttering in my chest that makes the back of my neck feel cold even with Ace’s hot breath, his soft lips, against it. My shiver prompts him to answer.

“This kind of….” His voice trails off, and for a split second I think he might say “love.” “This kind of infatuation always ends in heartbreak.” Ace’s voice is a little odd as he says this, not curled so tightly into his happiness. Does he really believe what he’s saying?

I turn in his arms so I can look into his eyes, but they’re still closed, so I settle for running a finger down the sharp line of his jaw. “Infatuation?” I say softly.

I don’t want him to tell me that he’s in love with me. I don’t want to tell him that I’m in love with him. That’s not what I’m going for, even if it’s—even if it might be true, on some level.

Ace opens his eyes and looks into mine, and I’m swept right up into them, for the first time noticing a green ring like lightning around his pupils.

“You’re not obsessed with me?” He flashes a half-smile that sends electricity running through my fingertips.

I suck in a breath. “A little bit.”

“But?”

“But it’s…it’s….”

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

This is as close as I’m going to come to admitting my feelings for him right now, because here it comes—another wave of unease. If this is going to grow any deeper, I need to know what the hell is going on with him. I’m not sure I’m going to like what I find out

Ace doesn’t agree with me out loud, but he does lean in and kiss me, softly, slowly, unlike any other kiss we’ve shared before. When he pulls back, I ask the first question out of the many that are roiling in my mind.

“Where did you go, Ace?”

He raises one eyebrow. “I’m still right here.”

“I mean, before you were here. Before you…came back to New York City.”

His expression goes a little harder. I feel sick. I don’t want to have this conversation, but I have to. Who the hell knows? This could be the end of it all, right now, if he reacts the way he did last Saturday. One week ago. How can I possibly feel so intense about things after one week?

Because it’s him, says the voice in the back of my mind.

“I was in Italy.”

“Italy?”

“Yes.”

Italy is not one of the places that’s been mentioned on Rainflower Blue. People have suggested everywhere from Seattle to the Middle East, but never Italy.

“Why were you there?”

I keep my tone soothing and soft, not wanting to put the pressure on but wanting him to answer me so we can leave this charged, uncomfortable moment behind.