Page 26 of Ace's Winning Hand
Hawkins’ eyes snap back to me and then move slowly down my body and back up. That fire is back in his blue eyes, and it does something delicious to me. If I add a little extra sway to my hips as I walk toward him, he certainly doesn’t complain.
No, my biker has no fucking shame. He reaches down and adjusts himself without looking away. It’s sexy as hell and a shiver works its way up my spine. I don’t bother looking for Miles or anyone else. I simply walk off the stage, my hand slipping into the calloused hand belonging to my biker.
Because he offers it to me without reservation while looking at me expectantly.
Yeah, there’s no way I’m letting this man down when it feels like every time he reaches for me, he’s giving me a little piece of his soul.
From what he’s mentioned about his past, about the way he grew up, he should be a festering ball of anger who refuses to open up to anyone about anything. But that’s not the man in front of me. He pulls me closer to him, his hand sliding down my spine like he’s memorizing the way I feel.
“Missed you, Hollywood,” he murmurs the words like a gift.
“You were watching me the entire time,” I point out while smiling up at him.
“Notthe same as having you in my arms,” he grumbles with a small pout on his face.
It’s fucking adorable.
When I giggle softly, his blue eyes soften. He closes the distance between us, kissing me while not giving a fuck about who could be watching us. Or taking pictures.
As his lips soften when he presses them against mine, I can’t find it in me to care. Even though I probably should.
I’m tired of living my life for my career, for my image. I have enough money and while I enjoy acting, I need more in this life. More than the small life I’ve been living even though most people would assume it’s big and lavish.
But that’s not me. It never was.
It never will be.
“Take me out of here,” I breathe against Hawkins’ mouth. “I need to get this dress off and into something more comfortable,” I add with a groan, “and I need to take these shoes off.”
“I’d be more than happy to carry you out of here, Hollywood, you just say the word.”
My heart melts with his offer, which I have no doubt is sincere, but I think it might be too much fodder for whoever is taking pictures of us right now. Leaving together is going to be more than enough as it is.
“I can make it upstairs,” I tease him.
One side of his mouth quirks up, the smirk devastating in the best of ways. “I just like you in my arms, Quincy. I’m not going to apologize for it.”
My fingers play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “I’m not asking you too, but I can walk. These aren’t even the worst shoes I’ve ever warn.”
He looks down at my shoes and when he looks back at me, his eyes are half-mast. “You gotta stop talking about the fuck-me heels you’re wearing right now. You have no idea how tempted I am to bend you over the table and fuck you right here.”
A shiver works its way over my body, and I bite my lip to stop the moan wanting to escape. The hunger in my biker’s eyes does something to me.
Sure, I probably should be putting up more of a fight. He’s young. We’re so different. How we met isn’t exactly a story most people would want to tell for years to come.
But everything in me is screaming to let this man build his world around me.
Hawkins’ palm is warm as he touches the small of my back and leads me through the people still milling about. I’m stopped a few times for autographs and pictures. I smile through every interaction and give every fan my full attention.
I wouldn’t have a career if people weren’t willing to spend their hard-earned money on my movies. I’m very aware of how much that matters. I’ve never been one to take it for granted.
Hawkins doesn’t try and rush the process. He simply stands by my side and lets me do my thing. If he’s at all annoyed by it, he doesn’t show it.
And I can feel his eyes on me the entire time.
As if I wasn’t already turned on.
When we finally break through the last of the people waiting for a moment of my time, we head straight toward the elevators. As we pass a restaurant, Hawkins eyes me and slows his pace.
