Maile lifted her hand and waved her fingers at him.
Then she rolled her eyes and walked away.
She met up with Axl at the sliding doors and tried to ignore the big, blustery exhale of breath.
Tried.
And failed.
"What is it? Planning to huff and puff and blow the house down?"
He turned, leaving the suitcases in place, and leaned in until their noses were almost touching. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to blow something." He lifted a brow and gave her a smirk. "I've got room in my truck if I push my chair back."
Maile snorted. "For what? You and your ego?" She put her hands up bracing her fingers on his chest and hated that a man that asinine had a chest that amazing. "There's not enough room for both of you behind the wheel."
She started to walk toward the curb.
Maile heard a rather colorful string of curses behind her.
Before she reached the curb, a hand clamped down on her shoulder, fingers digging in to stop her.
"I had to park."
She felt her mouth turn down at the corners, tight and probably unappealing.
Not that she was trying to impress him.
Hardly.
The hand lifted and she turned, surprised to see that Axl had both suitcase handles in one hand.
She pursed her lips and sighed. "Lead on,Cameron."
Maile saw the way his shoulders tensed as he drew in a breath.
Then his head dropped forward an inch or two as he separated the handles of her suitcases so that one was in each hand.
Then he looked her in the eye and smiled.
He fucking smiled!
"Try not to trip on the way to the parking lot, 'kay?"
He didn't even wait for her to snark back, he just walked toward the crosswalk.
She followed behind him, wondering how hard it would be to plant the bottom of her foot into one of his buttcheeks.
Realizing she didn't want to strain a hamstring, she left it alone.
For now.
TWO
AXL
It wasa testament to his self-control that kept him from tossing her over his shoulder and spanking her until she couldn't walk. And then fucking her until the same could be said.
He smiled thinking of her on her knees in bed and him buried balls deep, leaving finger bruises in her tanned flesh.
