Chapter Forty-One
Leanna’s head was swimming, and bright sparks danced in her visual field. Her breathing was too rapid, and her heart was about to explode.
What was Axe doing? Why was he carrying her? Had she fainted?
“You’re hyperventilating,” Axe said, laying her onto the guest room bed. “I can either put a paper bag over your head, or I can kiss the living nightlights out of you. Choose.”
She grabbed him and wrestled his mouth down to hers, locking them together.
Paper bag, my ass.
Was he insulting her? Oh well, who cared when she had red-hot Axe pushing her tongue around?
She’d just have to push back harder. Every pent-up rush of lust breached her dams, and she let it all go. She needed this man, craved him, and there was no stopping her heart, as well as her nether regions, from flooding with torrents of love.
“Axe, yes, yes,” she mumbled in between nips, sucks, and the greed she was using to devour him. So much heat surged between them that her body felt absolutely electrified. She plunged her tongue against the top of his palate, traced the hardness of his teeth, and ripped her taste buds between both of his lips while rocking hard against his bulging erection.
Her legs wrapped around him, and her hands pushed down on his back pockets as his body naturally humped between her thighs, building, building, and building more heat.
Her lips and tongue were rubbed raw with harsh kissing. She threw her head back when Axe bit his way down her neck. And oh, the way he moved her breasts. Those large palms laid out, one on each mound, rolling them in deep, luscious circles…
Every knot of tension melted from Leanna’s body into creamy rivers of lust. She moaned and wiggled when Axe buried his nose between her breasts and removed her bra with his teeth.
He licked one long nipple, then blew on it, raising sweet goosebumps over her shoulders. Then he gave her the sexiest, most loving gaze as he licked his lips and slowly latched on to the other nipple.
Staring up at her, he suckled her. One hand massaging the other breast and the other one trailing down between her legs.
“Oh, Axe, yes, yes, yes,” she groaned and helped him remove her pants, wiggling them off her legs.
Trails of fire blazed from the deep arousal bubbling up from the depths of her core. How could she have denied the passion between them? It had always been simmering underneath the surface, except now, in the heat of a crisis and knowing he would always have her back, it was much, much more than pleasure and sex.
“It’s love.” The words slipped from between her lips, and she no longer cared if he never spoke of it. It was in every action, every deed, his presence, and his watchfulness.
“Yes, it is,” he murmured and went back to laving her breasts, long, wet strokes, rubbing his face against her breasts, and moving his firm fingers and hands down between her legs.
Fireworks showered her at first touch, rubbing wetness over her clit. He snapped her panties down, sliding another thick finger between her slit.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Leanna shook herself out of the languorous bliss her body was drugged with.
“Oh, yes, I do.” Tantalizingly, he circled her moist entrance and moved to lower his mouth to that aching sweet spot plumped and begging for explosion.
“No.” She forced her legs to close, her thighs to squeeze his wrist. “Naked. You. First.”
She yanked his belt buckle, snapping the lion’s head from its hook. Axe moaned loudly and surprised her, not stopping her greedy hands.
He ripped the belt from his waist, then reared up and tore off his tight T-shirt. Muscles rippling with heat and power, he pounced over her on his hands and knees and pushed his pulsating tongue deep into her mouth. The lips of her sex throbbed, wetter than her lips and tongue, and definitely as slick. She could barely breathe, and what air she got came from him. But she couldn’t get enough. She devoured his tongue and made quick work of unzipping him.
His big axe jumped into her waiting hands, and she stroked the head, wet with pre-cum.
“Leanna, love.” His words slurred in between grunts of passion, his powerful hips thrusting even as he shuddered to control himself.
“Make love to me, Axe, please,” she begged, knowing he was struggling to keep control. “Push into me. Slam me. Love me.”
His surrender was a loud moan. He rolled on top of her, and she lost her grasp on his cock to grab his ass. His weight was incredibly heavy, pressing her down, and she felt protected—one hundred percent.
The huge, bulbous head of his cock slid along her soaking wet folds, lubricating her clit and sending her shivering with chills of desire. She moved, undulating underneath him, wanting him to penetrate, to stop holding back.
The motion stirred her arousal to new heights. Her legs were wide open, spread-eagled underneath him with no barriers. Zero.
