Chapter Twenty-Two
Usually, Axe thoroughly enjoyed getting a woman to squirm, moan, and climax. He loved the silky feel of her skin, the sweet puffs of breath, the vocal utterances, and the scent of her arousal. It was a point of pride, of mastery, of knowing the playing field.
Oh, he relished Leanna’s every reaction and the way she played with her own breasts, so hot, vocal, and utterly exciting. His cock was so hard, even granite couldn’t break it, and lust thundered through his veins, urging him to take her and pound into her hard.
She responded so well, utterly abandoned to pleasure. Her thighs clamped around his neck and squeezed his head tight as she rocked her sweet, tasty parts in his face. He licked and sucked, lapping her juices before working his fingers, three of them into her sheath.
She was so wet; he should be patting himself on the back. He was going to win the orgasm war, no contest. But what was wrong with him? Was that a tinge of panic galloping in his heart while he pumped his fingers and threw her to new heights of passion?
He backed off, softening his approach, and she immediately begged for more. “Yes, yes, yes, Axe, yes, please.”
Usually, he’d oblige and drive his bedpartner mad. He’d flick and rub faster to finish her off. But this one was different.
She was maddening and so demanding.
And he could so easily become addicted to her.
She tightened her thighs and bucked her hips, pushing her glistening folds into his face, and like a slave enthralled to his goddess, he complied.
“Fuck me, Axe,” she commanded. “Fuck me hard.”
Her wet heat had his balls and cock aching in a frenzy of desperate need, and he didn’t need encouragement to lose control.
“I’m in control,” he growled, causing his mouth to lose contact with her clit. “No condoms.”
“I’m on the pill.” She reared up and shoved her breasts in his face, and like a trained dog, he licked and sucked, rubbing his face in her full mounds.
She lay back, pulling him up, and his cock had completely forgotten he’d already shot a load. He closed his eyes, threatening his cock, willing it to go flat, to stop wanting this hot, luscious Latina who he’d watched over all these years.
It was bad enough that they’d made out and played around. He was supposed to look and not touch. She was the key to keeping peace with the Canos. Maybe if he thought about the stakes and how war could come to the streets of San Francisco, he could get his cock to stand down.
Yeah, right.
He landed over Leanna’s sexy, tanned body and smashed his lips over hers while playing with the huge, pillowy breasts and the long nipples. Maybe if he kept his tongue and hands busy, his cock and balls would settle down.
Yeah, right.
Axe’s pulse hammered behind his ears, a full-on warning. The rising tide of lust warred with a tidal wave of panic.
No way. He wasn’t afraid of any woman.
Yeah, right.
Leanna was different. Leanna was addictive. Leanna could hold on to him and wrap his heart around her little finger.
He’d fucked many women, but with Leanna, it wouldn’t be merely physical—it would be something else.
No!
He couldn’t indulge until he got his daughter back.
Axe willed himself to push away. He tightened his arm muscles and squeezed his eyes shut. It would be as simple as doing a pushup.
What was going on with him? Was he already caught? Was she his ultimate downfall? Could he ever walk away?
“What’s wrong?” Leanna froze underneath him. Her tiny hand stroked the side of his face. “Was I too aggressive? Are you having second thoughts?”
“No, no, not at all.” He was physically trembling. “You’re so hot. Too hot. You’re perfect. I-I don’t think.”
