hips — the same hips that had supported my full weight against the wall at the nightclub. Above the band, his shirt rode up, exposing a taut V-shape sprinkled with dark hair, making me wonder how that area would taste under my tongue.
Shivers covered my body.
“You’re not going to bed?” He startled me out of my fantasy.
“I wasn’t tired enough. I just needed to freshen up. I hope you don’t mind.”
His gaze snaked over me from the bottom up. Axel shifted on the bed, and I thought I saw a twitch at his crotch. In that split second of wishful thinking about what could happen between us, I felt my thighs clench.
“Of course I don’t. My house is my guest’s house. Too bad Trevor’s asleep. He could tell you one of his dinosaur stories to put you to sleep.”
“Yeah, too bad.”
“Unless you can think of another way to tire you out.”
With Axel in the room, I could think of a thousand delectable ways in which this man could exhaust me. And none of them were about dinosaurs or G-rated. Heck, they weren’t even R-rated — more like triple-X.
He lifted his hand and wiggled his finger, inviting me to come closer. My body did all the thinking for me as my feet obeyed his command.
He sat up.
I stood between his knees, their heat penetrating through the thick flannel fabric of my robe. Axel reached for the belt and the bow I’d tied at the front. It unwound at the touch of his fingers. The fabric opened to the sides. I wasn’t yet sure if it was fortunate or not that I hadn’t put on my bra or panties, but I had a feeling I would soon find out.
He sucked in a sharp breath and leaned forward to my stomach, his lips pressing like a branding iron to my skin, sealing his ownership. Holding onto his shoulders, I closed my eyes. His mouth trailed from one of my hips to the other, silently asking my body to surrender to his. I wanted to. I needed to.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Did I deserve him? My doubts vanished when he ventured to my breasts and took my nipple into his mouth, licking around the hard nub, the pressure of his lips squeezing it deliciously. And that’s when he noticed the white mark.
“What happened here?” He traced the scar that flowed mid-section through my chest with his finger.
“I… I had a heart transplant.”
My throat tightened.
“Not something you like to talk about?”
“Not yet.”
Because I wasn’t deserving of that heart. Yet here I was, being worshipped by a man I barely knew, yet trusted more than the man I dated for months.
Instead of asking me about it again, he kissed the scar gently, adoring it and cherishing it with his lips, persuading the tissue to heal more than it already had, before doing the unthinkable. Axel lowered his head to my left breast, pressing his ear against it. He listened to the beating of my heart and whispered, “A beautiful heart in a beautiful woman. Whoever gave you a second chance at life, I’m grateful.”
He then stood up and cupped my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine. I snaked my arms around him, greedily seeking the kind of affection I never expected. He caressed my mouth as if he knew that I needed the extra attention and care. I felt like a broken porcelain doll that he was putting together with every kiss, touch, and tender breath.
My robe slid off my shoulders and fell to the floor. Tonight was so different from the night we fucked against the wall in that dark hallway. That night was to forget the pain of the past. Tonight was to remember the need our bodies had been denied – the need to be wanted, cared for, and loved.
Loved — I wasn’t sure I’d ever been loved that way. I didn’t expect Axel to… I didn’t deserve him to.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, as if sensing my turmoil.
“I…”
“You’re nervous?”
“Yes and no. I don’t deserve this.”
He grazed his thumb over my lower lip, “It’s just you and me, Trish. Leave everything else outside that door for
Shivers covered my body.
“You’re not going to bed?” He startled me out of my fantasy.
“I wasn’t tired enough. I just needed to freshen up. I hope you don’t mind.”
His gaze snaked over me from the bottom up. Axel shifted on the bed, and I thought I saw a twitch at his crotch. In that split second of wishful thinking about what could happen between us, I felt my thighs clench.
“Of course I don’t. My house is my guest’s house. Too bad Trevor’s asleep. He could tell you one of his dinosaur stories to put you to sleep.”
“Yeah, too bad.”
“Unless you can think of another way to tire you out.”
With Axel in the room, I could think of a thousand delectable ways in which this man could exhaust me. And none of them were about dinosaurs or G-rated. Heck, they weren’t even R-rated — more like triple-X.
He lifted his hand and wiggled his finger, inviting me to come closer. My body did all the thinking for me as my feet obeyed his command.
He sat up.
I stood between his knees, their heat penetrating through the thick flannel fabric of my robe. Axel reached for the belt and the bow I’d tied at the front. It unwound at the touch of his fingers. The fabric opened to the sides. I wasn’t yet sure if it was fortunate or not that I hadn’t put on my bra or panties, but I had a feeling I would soon find out.
He sucked in a sharp breath and leaned forward to my stomach, his lips pressing like a branding iron to my skin, sealing his ownership. Holding onto his shoulders, I closed my eyes. His mouth trailed from one of my hips to the other, silently asking my body to surrender to his. I wanted to. I needed to.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Did I deserve him? My doubts vanished when he ventured to my breasts and took my nipple into his mouth, licking around the hard nub, the pressure of his lips squeezing it deliciously. And that’s when he noticed the white mark.
“What happened here?” He traced the scar that flowed mid-section through my chest with his finger.
“I… I had a heart transplant.”
My throat tightened.
“Not something you like to talk about?”
“Not yet.”
Because I wasn’t deserving of that heart. Yet here I was, being worshipped by a man I barely knew, yet trusted more than the man I dated for months.
Instead of asking me about it again, he kissed the scar gently, adoring it and cherishing it with his lips, persuading the tissue to heal more than it already had, before doing the unthinkable. Axel lowered his head to my left breast, pressing his ear against it. He listened to the beating of my heart and whispered, “A beautiful heart in a beautiful woman. Whoever gave you a second chance at life, I’m grateful.”
He then stood up and cupped my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine. I snaked my arms around him, greedily seeking the kind of affection I never expected. He caressed my mouth as if he knew that I needed the extra attention and care. I felt like a broken porcelain doll that he was putting together with every kiss, touch, and tender breath.
My robe slid off my shoulders and fell to the floor. Tonight was so different from the night we fucked against the wall in that dark hallway. That night was to forget the pain of the past. Tonight was to remember the need our bodies had been denied – the need to be wanted, cared for, and loved.
Loved — I wasn’t sure I’d ever been loved that way. I didn’t expect Axel to… I didn’t deserve him to.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, as if sensing my turmoil.
“I…”
“You’re nervous?”
“Yes and no. I don’t deserve this.”
He grazed his thumb over my lower lip, “It’s just you and me, Trish. Leave everything else outside that door for
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