He kissed her hard and fierce, and she gave back as good as she got, moaning and biting, her hands wild over his shoulders and down his chest. Zero to sixty ignited her entire body, and she moved his hand over her breasts, writhing under his touch.
Sensation flooded every inch of her skin, and fire turned her insides wet and welcoming. Her mind told her to slow it down, to drag it out, because who knew if winning the Axe Salvadori lottery would ever happen again?
She attacked him like a wildcat anyway. She needed a manicure but still had enough claw to scratch and cling, and her tongue which she used for lashing was well rested and ready for licking—every inch of his delectable and freshly showered body.
Giving his lower lip a harsh suck, she let go and licked a line down the side of his strong jaw, then attacked the hollow of his neck.
Axe pushed back, panting hard. “Wow. You’re wilder than I thought.”
“You mean all these years watching me didn’t clue you in?” Leanna nibbled the junction between his neck and shoulder.
“You sure you want?”
“Stop talking.”
“Hey, have to ask for consent. Yes or no?”
“No.” She bit him and sucked his neck before pushing him onto his back. Her nightgown was loose and sheer enough for him to get a good eyeful, especially since her nipples were dark brown and elongated—perfect for sucking.
Straddling him, she sat on his erection like she was queen of the hill. His dick twitched against her panties, knocking for admittance, but he grimaced and grabbed her hips, lifting her.
“Síor no?” he asked. “You have to consent.”
“It’s not like we’re in a court of law.” She pinched both of his nubby nipples, causing his eyes to dilate.
“Tease.” He gave a noisy exhalation and let her crotch rub against his tented fly.
“Getting tight in there?” She raised an eyebrow as she trailed a fingertip down the groove between his six-pack abs. “I should ask you yes or no?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” He groaned loudly and cupped her butt cheeks. “You don’t know how hard it was to ignore you. You’re such a tease and flirt. Dancing close to other guys in my club, spilling drinks down your chest, and letting them grope and touch what’s mine. I wanted to wring all their necks.”
“I’m yours? I don’t think so.” Emboldened by his confession but not wanting to let him know, Leanna pressed her palm against his crotch and rubbed the giant rod inside his pants.
“You’re killing me.” Axe let out a growly groan. His hips bucked, and his cock twitched. “We better slow down. Strategize.”
“Shut up.” She plastered his mouth with her tingly lips, eager for his lush taste. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, and she couldn’t believe he wanted to slow things down.
Not unless he thought…
Oh, no. She might have been Joshua Cano’s plaything, once long ago, but she was no slut. The few guys she’d slept with since were nice guys—ones who insisted on dating, romancing, and sweeping her off her feet before doing the horizontal tango.
Why did women even have to worry about these things? He didn’t care if she thought him experienced, and judging by his expertise, he was very well-versed, well-rehearsed, and well-hung.
He took charge of the kiss, hard, firm and wet. His lips and tongue took shapes she didn’t think possible, sucking and nipping, rolling and thrusting. Her mouth lay open for him, her tongue trying to keep up, and her breath just short of catching.
Tiny moans slipped from between her lips, and her body thrummed at the way he devoured her, greedy and ardent, like he couldn’t get enough of her. His hands touched her, both soft and firm, and he palmed her breasts while moving them in slow circles. A languorous feeling made her muscles turn to jelly, and all she wanted to do was spread herself like a living feast for him.
Somehow, she found herself on her back. She stretched and thrust her nipples at him, begging him to kiss and suck. He read her well, because without a word, he licked a line down her neck. His fingers threaded through her lush hair, and he stroked the sensitive skin between her neck and collarbone.
He mouthed her breasts through her nightgown, causing her to unsnap it fast, opening the thin fabric to her waist. Lifting his head to stare into her eyes, he smiled and licked his lips, teasing her. She was too weak with lust to do more than slacken her jaw and drool while offering herself up to him, wanting so much, but now dreading what he’d think of her.
“Do you think I’m fast?” she managed to ask.
“I’ve watched you so long, I know how selective you are.” He slow-rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing a zing of pleasure to sizzle through her body. “Yes or no?”
“Yes, please.” She nodded, surprised at how compliant she was. Not her usual take no prisoners and subdue the male attitude.
Who cared when the man of her lustful dreams lowered his mouth and licked and twirled his tongue around one nipple while massaging her other breast? Nor could she begin to worry when he closed his mouth around her erect nipple and pulled it out even longer. She saw shooting stars behind her eyelids, and she threw her head back, eyes closed as waves of heat rippled through her body.
