His eyes darkened, and a devilish smirk spread across his face. “My tongue between your thighs, making you come more times than any man ever has.”
The words hung between us, heavy with promise.
“Which is how many times, Sunshine?” he challenged, evidently wanting to know what number to beat in this fantasy of ours.
I opened my mouth, but the lie stuck to my tongue. Of course he picked up on it. Axel picked up on everything.
“How many times has a guy made you come?”
Which I guess was fair. Yes, I’d lost my virginity to Mathew, but there were three other bases in the game of sexual “baseball.” I’d never explicitly said I hadn’t done other things with guys.
“I …” I swallowed. “Never.”
He went still. “Never?” But instead of mockery, his mouth quirked up in something almost tender.
“I just … couldn’t relax enough.”
His smile widened. Not laughing at me, more like he found my confession endearing. “You’re so uptight.”
I shoved him playfully. “I don’t trust people easily. Andthat…”
“Coming.”
Heat incinerated my cheeks. Something his eyes tracked, naturally. “It’s the most intimate thing you can do with someone.”
He tilted his head, his infuriatingly electric touch drifting down my neck. “Tell me, Sunshine, you think you’d be able to come for me?”
Yes.“Not a chance in hell.”
His eyes electrified with something predatory. Like I’d just become his personal conquest.
And the thing was … I didn’t hate that idea. Not even a little. Especially when Axel’s lips pressed just beneath my ear, drawing a line of kisses down my jaw.
Part of me screamed to push him away. Reminding myself this was fake and these feelings surfacing with each press of his lips were very much real. In fact, this was exactly what I’d been afraid of.
But my resistance drowned beneath the waters of desire when Axel’s mouth met mine. I wanted to pretend in this moment that Axel wanted me as much as he was pretending he did.
When his lips parted mine, I opened for him eagerly, inviting his tongue to sweep against my own. The electricity that exploded in my mouth drew a groan from my throat, and suddenly, we were moving in perfect sync. He steppedimpossibly closer, and I could feel the hard length of his desire pressing against my thigh.
I smiled against our kiss, thrilled this was affecting him too.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I anchored myself to him as our kiss deepened. And suddenly, nothing else existed in my world anymore. All the problems faded away, and the only thing that existed were Axel’s lips, his hand skating down my collarbone, and then his palm pressing against my breast.
I sucked in a sharp breath, and I felt his lips curve against mine.
But then his mouth abandoned mine, trailing fresh kisses down my jaw as his hand slid to my thigh, inching the fabric of my dress up.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“You have no idea what I can do with my tongue.”
“No,” I said quickly. Even though—let’s be clear—what my hormones wanted was to kick everyone out, permanently disable the elevator, and strip naked to find out exactly how skilled he was with that tongue of his. “Someone could walk in.”
He sighed. “I’m not going to use my tongue right now,” he clarified. Shockingly, I was more disappointed than I should have been. What the hell was wrong with me? And why was the phraseright nowbouncing around in my head like a squealing cheerleader? “Let me talk dirty to you instead.”
Oh … that was new.
I nodded. So, he continued, kissing my neck, trailing his fingers up my leg.
