Page 22 of Total Obsession

He didn't object.

He just kissed me back, pushing his tongue into my mouth, acting like I tasted amazing. His lips moved against mine as my eyes closed. I felt all of my senses dull except where we connected as my entire body focused on just him and the way he felt. His hands were on my hips, which were rocking against him, feeling how hard he was beneath me. I felt consumed by him, even as I was on top of him.

His taste was fresh, and he pushed the mint into my mouth, before breaking our kiss and moving to my neck. I smiled, feeling somehow powerful knowing that I could make a man like Axe desire me. It was an odd feeling, given our past relationship, but I didn't really see him as the boy from my middle school years. He was completely different now, and it was hard to see him as the same person.

I started to feel lightheaded as he was kissing me, like he was pulling me under some sort of spell. He said things to me, and I responded, but I had no idea what he was saying. All I knew was how good he felt, how hard he was, and how turned on I was getting. With each move, I slipped further and further into him, feeling more and more at ease. He was not stopping, but my vision was going in and out, the lights in the cabin seemingly flickering.

I was suddenly unable to keep myself upright and I could feel my body fall forward, but he caught me. He smiled at me, his eyes telling me he was still completely enraptured with me.

Then, I saw nothing at all.

* * *

My eyes flickered open, and I tried and make sense of my surroundings."Oh, that's right, I'm on Axe's plane," I realized. I sat up in a bed I didn't remember climbing into. The covers were placed on top of me, but I was still wearing the same clothes I remembered putting on last night.

In a way, I was a little disappointed. My mind started to put the recent events back together, and I realized that the last thing I remembered was trying to become intimate with Axe.

"Good morning," he said to me. I looked over at him to find him sitting on the couch. I remembered that couch. It was the last place I remembered being.

"How did I-?" I started to ask. He folded the magazine that he was reading. I recognized it as one that I was on the cover of and I blushed.

"You must have been so exhausted," he said, standing up and making his way to the bed. "I couldn't keep you awake."

"I'm so sorry," I immediately said.

He furrowed his brow. "Why? What's there to be sorry about?"

I blushed furiously and looked down at the covers. I felt his finger beneath my chin, lifting my head up, making me stare into his green eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry about," he said. "I'm happy for whatever time we have together."

He brought me forward, and I let him. He placed a gentle kiss to my lips, and I sighed out all of the worry and anxiety I was feeling when I woke up.

"We're about to land, though," he said to me. "So, we have to go downstairs and strap in, otherwise we could get yelled at," he said with a wink.

"Okay," I replied with a nod of my head.

I followed him back down the hallway and back to our original seats when this whole evening started. It seemed surreal that I'm about to be back home if I could even call it that anymore. So many things were going to happen for me over the next couple of weeks, and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to process all of it.

Besides that, I also wasn't sure how I was supposed to process everything I was feeling for the man sitting across from me. He seemed impeccably in control and calm. I envied him. Whereas he seemed to have grown in maturity over the years, I felt as if I'd regressed.

Suddenly, I felt like a child compared to him. It was as if our roles from when we were children had reversed.

I started to feel the uncertainty, which led to panic, well up inside of me. Axe seemed so busy. He seemed so connected and so important in whatever it is that he did.

When would I see him next?

WouldI ever see him next?

Did he even want to see me again?

Or was this a one-and-done thing for him?

"What's on your mind, pretty girl?" he said to me, and I blushed. I'd been caught. I wasn't sure how he knew that I'd become so preoccupied with self-doubt. It seemed like he knew me better than I knew myself.

I took a deep breath. Could I really tell him all of these things? I would never even dream of disclosing the things I was thinking to some other guy. Even with the men I'd had on and off again relationships with, I always maintained my walls, not letting them in. It was like I instinctually knew that if I showed them the real me, they wouldn't like it.

Yet, here I was, on the edge of spilling these insecurities to Axe. He made mewantto tell him things.

"Nothing," I lied, not finding the courage.