God, she was really doing this, really letting Ace kiss her. No, she wasn’t letting him kiss her, because she was kissing him back just as powerfully. She could tell where things were going, could sense that the sexual chemistry was climbing higher and higher, and that soon neither would be able to control it. Doing anything sexual with Ace after they’d been friends for this long, wasn’t the route she should be taking. They should be talking about things, but she couldn’t stop, especially not when he stroked his tongue along hers. He pulled back, breathing hard, heavy. They stared at each other for several seconds, the heat and arousal bouncing between them, and intensifying until she was suffocating from it. She pulled back another inch, trying to breathe, to get more air into her lungs. “Come here, Poppy.” His voice was low, hoarse, and there was a touch of dominance in it. There was a part of Ace that commanded people without having to do much more than give them a look.
