Banging the Superhero by Rebecca Royce

five thousand feet in the air, and she couldn't run away. She had to deal with what she felt.
    She wanted to sleep with Ace. So badly .
    "Sex is complicated. I'm very strong. I can't really lose myself with every woman I'm with. I might hurt them. It's a rare woman who can enjoy sex with me if I don't contain myself the entire time we're together."
    "You could hurt her?"
    "No, I mean, not really. She just wouldn't like it very much. I learned to control myself. But, controlled sex doesn't take the edge off, so to speak."
    "There are women out there who could handle you?"
    "A few. Very few."
    Great, so now she had to grapple with the fact that she wanted him and he wanted her. That much was obvious if for no other reason than the butt groping from the night before, and they might not be compatible enough for him to really enjoy it.
    She swallowed. What if he did though? Would he want to continue to have relations with her simply to take care of his adrenaline problem?
    "Why didn't you keep the girls who could? Why didn't you continue to date them? Marry them?"
    "Alice." His smooth voice worked like a balm on her frayed nerves. "You don't marry someone because they can handle you physically. My parents did that. It was a disaster and ultimately he left. I would rather hold back sexually for the rest of my life and marry a woman I loved than stay with someone because we fit well together."
    She closed her eyes. She didn't want anything more to do with this conversation.
    It was making her too prickly, too worried about things she had no business worrying about. She needed to steer it back on safer ground.
    "Have you tried meditation or yoga?"
    "No, I can't imagine sitting there so still and doing nothing."
    "Yoga is not still. It's hard, it's controlled movements. As for meditation, sitting still and controlling your adrenaline might be what you need. Unless you think you can sit all day in a dance club."
    Opening her eyes, she looked at the blue of Ace's t-shirt. He smelled awesome, like laundry detergent, soap, and cinnamon, all clean scents.
    It was time to regain her perspective. When this was over, she'd go back to her world—the filming, the traveling, the writing—and he'd go back home to his family and continue to help people with their problems.
    Ace Hudson, even if she wanted him, would never work in the controlled boxes she used to make her world work.

    Chapter Seven

    Maybe they needed to wait before they went to question her uncle. Ace cracked his neck as he considered his options. He was really on edge. One false word from Grayson and Ace might shove the son-of-a-bitch through a wall.
    Glancing at Alice as they rode to her uncle's top floor penthouse apartment, he saw none of his anxiety reflected back at him. He wanted to swear. He'd told the woman to trust him and now she did. Only she didn't realize that if he didn't get his adrenaline out in the next few hours she was going to be dealing with a raving lunatic.
    He had to speak. "If it ever gets to the point where I can't control myself, where the aggression becomes too much, Draco will take me and lock me up. If they can't solve it, he'll make sure I never harm anyone again." Including himself but he wasn't going to share that little factoid with Alice right now.
    She stared at him with confusion radiating in her gaze. "Are we talking about that again?"
    He hadn't been totally done speaking about it earlier when she'd closed her eyes and leaned on his chest, falling asleep in his arms. He wasn't going to complain. He'd loved holding her like that. Given the chance, he'd do it again. Given, however, his current amount of pent up energy, he needed to tell her what had to be done.
    He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to her. "This is Draco's information. He's on his honeymoon in the South Pacific. He could be here in an hour if he flew fast. Don't call him unless I lose my mind. He's the only one who can restrain me."
    She reached up to touch his