My enemy since childhood

Chapter 63

Body burning, gasps and muffled moans followed each other as i sank further into the couch with Ace on top of me. I could feel his arousal pressing against me as he slipped one hand under my shirt until his fingers found my breast. He moaned, teasing my stiff nipple so i moaned under him. He was ready, but was i?

For a brief second we released each other's lips and quickly he tore off his shirt before pulling mine off, we fell back, skin to skin as our mouths and tongues continued where we left off.

I ran my hands along his arms, over his chest so he gasped deep inside my mouth. He rubbed his stall in the middle of me so i felt the big hard bump under the jeans, exactly in that place that throbbed the most. He was really ready but.....(not Thomas, not Thomas, not Thomas.)

I tried to let go of all thoughts and just float along. Putting all my focus on Ace, on his glowing muscles weighing down my body in the most wonderful way and on what was waiting and yearning beneath his tightly tightening jeans.

He kissed my neck and down my breasts as i heard him open his belt and unbutton his pants. No matter how hard i tried to push all thoughts away, i was gripped by a sudden panic.

"Ace" i gasped, meeting his gaze.

He gave me a smile before kissing me hard again and finding his way down to my waistband.

"Ace wait" i said breathlessly gasping for air.

He brought his hand up again and stroked my cheek before giving me a questioning look. I swallowed nervously, it shouldn't have gone this far.

"I.....i can't" i whispered and looked away as shame filled me. I couldn't look at him right now.

When i turned my gaze back, i looked straight into his eyes sun reflected deep disappointment. Which i could understand.

"I'm sorry, i-"

"It's okay Y/n, dont worry" he cut me off and sat up.

He put his hands over his face, what the hell was i doing? this is exactly what brooke meant, sure i could sleep with him, i was actually single, but i would regret it later....so damn much. It wasn't Ace's fault, it was all about me and the person who haunted my thoughts. Thomas.

Somewhat bravely, i sat up and reached for my shirt that was on the floor. I didn't want to meet Ace's gaze, i just wanted to run away from here and bury myself in the bed of the hotel room and never get up again.

I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head when i felt Ace's hands grab my waist. I met his gaze and bit my lip. I wasn't the one crying, but lately my tear ducts had been through a lot.

"You don't have to go" he murmured, leaning his forehead against my stomach.

"Ace" i started but he cut me off by putting his hands under my shirt and caressing my back.

"I know, it went a little too fast but you can stay right? Nothing has to happen if you don't want to."

I closed my eyes, he couldn't know it was because of him but because of the guy i just told him i hated. If i didn't have feelings for Thomas, or if he wasn't constantly in my thoughts, i would have slept with Ace. I wanted to be with him, but i can't.