Page 31 of Axel

“Forget the wine.” He had bent down so that his breath was fanning the back of her neck and sending shivers all over her body. “I spent the minute since you left, grappling with how sensible this is.”

“And?” Her back arched when he nipped on her neck.

“To hell with commonsense. This…,” she gasped when he ground his middle against her bottom. “This is overruling it anyway.”

His hands came around her waist and then moved up to where her nipples were pressing achingly against the flimsy material of her lace bra.

“What do you think?”

“I am incapable of forming a single thought.” Her mouth was dry and her core wet. His heavy erection was pressing against her and sending white-hot flames straight through her body.

“Good.” He growled. His head dipped, the same moment he started exploring the inside of the dip in her dress. He palmed a breast, and she felt as if she was about to melt.

“Very nice.”

She did not respond, too busy trying to identify the emotions clamoring for release. He unhooked the front clasp so that he could get to flesh. When he did, he let out a pent-up breath. His thumb moved over the rigid flesh with such slowness that she felt as if she was going to burst into flames.

When she moved her derriere, he exhaled sharply, his cock burgeoning even more. He cupped the breast, weighed it in hispalm, before plumbing the nipple. His head descended and she cried out when he sucked the flesh between his teeth.

Her moans, the passionate and uninhibited responses to his touch were whipping him into a frenzy. He was controlled and women had always accused him of being detached, even- His thoughts broke off before her name popped into his brain space.

But now, goddamn now! He was losing control. He felt it slipping away from him and he was not even inside her yet. They were still fully clothed.

Clamping his hands on her shoulders, he spun her around, eyes fierce. Whipping the dress over her head, he stared at the sight in front of him. Her breasts were pert, the nipples wide and hard as marbles.

His eyes drifted to her flat stomach and smooth skin. A pair of matching flimsy lace panties barely covered the mound between her thighs. She was still wearing her boots, and it was as sexy as hell. He wanted her and it had to be now. His blood was hot, his body feverish.

Tilting her chin up, he gazed into her eyes as if probing her willingness to go through with it. As if satisfied with what he saw, he hauled her into his arms and made his way out of the kitchen.

Chapter 8

Placing her against the pillows, he moved down to her feet so he could take off her boots and socks. Her legs were slender and well-toned, indicating that she enjoyed her workout. Her toes were painted a dazzling combination of blue and silver.

“What?”

His eyes drifted to her face. “I was just thinking that your toes as sexy as hell and I would like to suck on them.” His hands moved up her thighs, his gaze becoming transfixed at the thin lace covering her sex. The material was so transparent, he could see the triangle of curls there.

“Why bother?” He whispered, touching the lace.

“Protective covering?” She wanted to feel him against her so much, she was practically salivating. His large hands were doing wonders to her body and making her yearn. His fingers were not soft, the tips callused and creating friction on her flesh.

“Not much of one.” Reluctantly, letting go of her, he stood so that he could get rid of his clothing. She watched unabashedly as he tugged off his sweater and then his undershirt.

Her breath hissed out as she stared at the wide expanse of his chest with the dense dark hairs forming a vee that went all the way down to the waistband of his jeans.

Keeping his eyes on her, he toed off his boots and unhooked the clasp of his jeans. The sound the zipper made as he pulled it down was unnaturally high in the otherwise quiet room and had her gaze transfixed.

She had no idea she was holding her breath until he started to take off his black boxers. His sex was full and thick, the tip of it red and smooth. Her eyes flew to his face as she released her breath slowly, her body tingling.

Her heart was racing rapidly. He joined her, the side of the bed depressing as soon as his large frame settled next to her.

“I did not plan this.” He rasped, turning her to face him. He was fascinated with her skin, the perfection and flawless quality of it. Her mouth was of particular interest to him. He knew the taste and the texture.

Her bottom lip was full and incredibly alluring. For the first time since the breakup, he was not thinking of the woman who had betrayed him. He was consumed by the one on the bed next to him.

Her perfume filled his nostrils, and he could still taste her mouth. Wanting to taste more, he dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers. He wanted to extend the time and was trying valiantly to control the need to sink himself deep inside her.

Her lips parted and with a deep groan, he explored her full bottom lip, taking little bites and nibbles until he was driving them both crazy. The tip of his tongue entered her mouth and touched her tongue. He had no choice but to deepen the kiss. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him down, forcing him to hurry things along.