Page 48 of Total Obsession

He switched off the light in the room he was in and made his way into the hallway.

"What are you doing up?" he asked in a completely calm and unsurprised voice.

"I heard noises. New environment and all," I replied.

"I would have thought that I'd tired you out," he replied with a smirk. Axe had become so devilishly handsome. Even in just a pair of navy blue sleep pants, no shirt, with disheveled dark hair he looked like he could step onto a runway.

I was confused by how easygoing he seemed about the fact that I'd been up and about while he'd been on what sounded like important work calls. Maybe I was overreacting after all.

"Was that for work?" I asked him, sidestepping his question, which would no doubt lead somewhere else.

"Yes," he replied, slipping his hands around my waist. He drew me in close and started to rock back and forth with me. I looked up and all I could see was him. I took a breath, and all I could inhale was his scent. He was doing that thing that he always did.

He was consuming me.

I needed to try and keep my head on straight if I wanted answers from him. I felt like I was really close to landing on something. I didn't want to be pulled away from it.

"What was it about?"

His lips were ghosting against my neck now. His hot breath was tickling my ear. "My pretty girl is suddenly so curious. I can think of ten other things I'd rather be doing with you right now than talking about work."

"I'm just worried, that's all," I said to him, trying to keep my voice in my chest and prevent it from turning into a whisper. "It sounded like something really serious."

"Isn't it always with work?" he chuckled. "Everyone's problem is the most important in the world, and at the end of the day, none of it really matters.Thisis what matters."

He kissed my neck, and I felt the shivers move all the way down to my toes. I was slipping fast into Axe's web, and I wasn't sure whether I'd gotten the answers I really wanted.

"I wish you would tell me more about who you are," I said to him, my voice just a whisper now.

"I don't talk about work, because I don't consider work a part of me," he said. "It's just something that I do. Now you," he said, leaning down and picking me up.

I gasped as my back hit the wall. His hips came between my thighs and I could feel how hard he was for me. "You're a part of who I am."

I couldn't help myself at that point. I fell into him, despite how hard I was trying to fight it. He kissed me with such passion and lust that it was impossible to resist him. His soft lips moved against mine, and my lust-addled brain decided that if there really was something wrong or devious that I'd overheard, he'd be a lot more concerned about the fact that I'd heard it. Instead, he didn't seem concerned at all that I'd been listening in on his conversations.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he smiled into our kiss. I wished I could see what his smile actually looked like, instead of just feeling it.

"I've wanted you for so long," he said softly as he pulled away from me. "For decades, I've wanted you like this."

I blushed at his words. He so rarely talked about our past, which I'd always found odd. It seemed like something he and I should have talked a lot about. So, for him to be saying that now, at a moment like this, was somewhat out of character for him.

"I've missed you," I said to him, running my fingers through his hair. It wasn't a lie. The day I found out that Axe had run away, I'd missed him. I'd thought about him often, those thoughts usually laced with guilt and remorse over the way our friendship had ended. "I never knew if you were dead, alive, or safe," I admitted.

"I haven't been alive since I lost you," he said. "Not quite dead, either. Just living somewhere in between."

"I'm here now," I said to him.

"Yes," he whispered against my neck. "What we have is the present."

My robe slipped down off my shoulders, exposing my body to him. Axe kept me pressed against the wall, forcing me to keep my legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked back and forth into me.

I wasn't wearing any panties, because I hadn't brought any with me. So, I felt every one of his movements that much more. I was moaning his name as he was caressing and kissing my skin. I'd never experienced Axe like this before. When we became intimate, he was always fiery and animalistic. Almost like his name, his edges were always so sharp.

This?

This was a softer side of himself that he was showing to me.

I didn't care. I wanted to experience all sides of Axe. Everything that he was willing to share with me I wanted.