His hold tightened around me. “Never. I’m not letting you go away from me, never again.”

Again?

A shiver ran through my whole body when his hot lips touched the sensitive skin of my neck.

“My Rose.” A groan left his mouth as his hand roamed over my curves, littering sensual kisses behind my ear. As embarrassing as it was, a whimper snuck out of me.

“Ace.” I wanted to stop him, but my voice came out much like a moan with his hot tongue directly against my burning skin.

My hands gripped his strong shoulders when he turned me to him, and our gazes met. The intensity and desire in his stormy grays had me stop breathing.

“Those turquoise eyes of yours, they’ve captured my heart and locked it under their spell the moment they fell on me,” he whispered, kissing my closed eyelids one by one. And then on my forehead, then both of my cheeks.

When he pulled me against him, with not even an inch between us, I let out a shaky breath, snuggling my face against his. Warmth and many emotions soared into my chest.

My arms went around his neck as a whisper left my lips. “Ace.”

“My Rose.” A breath escaped my lips when he placed a lingering kiss on the corner of my lips.

Sagging against him just as I let myself get lost in his warmth, the blare of my phone pulled me out of my bubble.

Blinking, when I jerked away, he didn’t let me. His brows furrowed in disturbance. Fighting with him was useless, so I fished out my phone from my pocket and checked the name of the caller.

Guilt hit me like a truck seeing Warner’s name flashing on the screen.

We were still in a relationship when I was…

I felt Ace growing tense against me, his eyes set on the phone, strong jaw clenched.

“I have to take this.” I got off his lap, but a hand on my arm stopped me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. Voice rough.

I was surprised to see the sudden malice in his orbs. Was that—jealousy?

“To talk to Warner.”

“Ignore it.”

I frowned. “I can’t. He—”

“He’s more important to you than our moment?” He cut me off, his grip tightened on my arm.

“He was always important. He’s my b—” I squeaked when he tugged me to him and the next thing I found was, I lay flat on the bed, with him above me. “Ace! What are you doing—”

And again, he cut me off. But this time, with his lips. Right against mine.

“He’s nothing to you, you understand?” he growled against my lips, biting my lower one hard. “Nothing! You’re fucking mine!”