“Have you ever had any, you know, special thoughts about me?” I trace my finger over his jawline.
“Special? Is that the code for dirty? I suppose I could fess up to one or two.” He steals a kiss off my lips. “Like that time I locked you and Neva in trashcan and rolled you down a hill. That was pretty dirty.”
I give a gentle laugh. “That was disgusting.”
“Yeah, but you begged me to do it.”
“That’s because we were stupid. You should have warned us that our hair would smell like sour milk for a week.” My fingers race to the lip of his jeans and I undo the button. “And, that’s not what I meant by dirty.”
Ace bears into me with those cobalt eyes. “I know that’s not what you meant. You wanted to know if I think about you in the night—if my body shakes at the thought of you when I’m alone in bed.” He slips his hand up my shirt, and I take in a breath as soon as his heated flesh touches mine. “If I’ve ever relieved any tension by imagining you and I doing this.” He lands a kiss at the base of my neck and shudder into him. “Or this.” His hand sinks low on my waist, then lower still until his warm fingers find a home inside my thigh.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR -
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Previously she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit for nearly a decade. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.