I cup her face with my hand, the contrast between my tanned, tattooed skin and her untouched, silky, porcelain face reminds me of just how different we are. I can’t drag her into harm’s way, no matter how much I want the chance to get to know her.
“Deal,” I say in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own. It’s strangled with uncertainty, and I almost second-guess my response. Fuck, this may be the worst decision I’ve ever made.
I take one last look at her angelic face, then pull her toward me. If this is the only night we get, I’m going to make a memory that lasts me a lifetime.
CHAPTER TEN
jenna
I knewAxel would agree to the terms, I mean we’ve practically been dancing around it since the moment we met. But I can’t help but feel like this is just asking for disaster. Never the less, I do feel a sense of relief when he makes the deal with me. This way we can relieve this tension between us and then move on. I feel an intense connection to him, one that I know will consume me if I let it. His mouth ravages mine as I snake my body up to his. He grabs the back of my knees and places me on his lap so that I straddle his body. Instantly I feel him beneath me and grind myself down, trying to find some relief for the throbbing between my legs.
I pull away, only slightly, placing my forehead against his and take a moment to think. I’m fighting an internal battle; this agreement allows me to have him just for one night and then walk away with no attachments. But the other part, probably the more sensible part, is screaming at me that this never ends well for me, especially since the feelings I’m having for this man are intense and I barely know him. Hell, I don’t know him!
I can’t tell if it’s the emotions from everything that unfolded this evening, or if I am losing my mind. But all I want is Axel here with me, to protect me, hold me, make me feel alive. And thosefeelings scare the shit out of me.Gosh Jenna, just have sex with the extremely sexy man under you and leave it alone.
Fuck it.
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up and off of my body. The cool air makes my nipples pebble and stand at attention. Axel’s eyes drop to my chest, and I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. He looks up at me with a fire I hadn’t seen a moment ago. A sly smile slides onto his face as he runs his thumb across my lip.
“What did I say about biting that lip?” he says. Barely giving me time to respond — let alone think — he drops his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I drop my head back, letting my hair fall behind me. He expertly sucks and licks, torturing my other with small and gentle tugs. I can barely breathe it feels so good, but the need to have his mouth somewhere else is becoming unbearable.
“Tell me what you need, Angel,” he says between sweet assaults on my sensitive breasts. I try to answer, but my brain has turned to mush. He pauses and plants his hands on my hips, stopping me from grinding on him. I squirm with the need to move.
Kissing up my chest, to my ear, he holds me in place, seemingly driving me insane.
“Talk to me, Jen. What do you need?” Axel slowly makes his way back to my breast and draws a circle around my nipple with his tongue. Drawing a hiss of pleasure from my lips.
“I need your mouth… on me,” I choke out, suddenly embarrassed by the need in my voice. I’m usually more confident than this. In my last relationship I did most of the talking but Axel throws me off. He’s so sexy I can barely keep it together.
“Here?” he says as he kisses my neck.
“No,” I pant. He moves further down my body to the middle of my breasts and nips me gently.
“Here?” he says again, the smirk on his face making my stomach pool with warmth. How is he so devilishly handsome?
“No.” I watch as he draws his head away from my body. “Hmm” he says as he begins to stand, I momentarily latch on to him before I realize he already has me up in the air. I’m amazed by how effortlessly he can carry me. I’m not exactly the smallest woman; I’m toned and healthy but still have significant curves. Being carried like I weigh nothing is incredibly hot.
Without hesitation, he starts walking us out of the living room and down the hallway. Once in my room, he kicks the door shut behind us.
“Don’t want to worry about being walked in on,” Axel moves quickly for such a large man and drops me on the bed where I bounce from the short fall. I crawl up the bed so that my back is pressed against the pillows.
“What? No voyeur kink I should be made aware of?” I joke. Unashamed that I am openly staring at him as he begins to get undressed.
“Babe, I usually don’t give a fuck who's watching. But you, you’re all mine. For my eyes only.”
I have no quippy come back. Something about him being possessive of me sends electricity through my body. I like a man who knows what he wants and keeps it for himself.
Axel strips off his boots and pants, then takes off his shirt. I nearly moan when I see what he has been hiding from me. His body is gorgeous. Muscles ripple under large tattoos that cover his torso. A thin gold chain hangs from his neck and a small ring from the chain. I focus in on the petite ring and a flash of green catches my eye. I wonder whose ring it is, feeling slightly jealous at the thought of it belonging to another woman. Butthen I remember that isn’t my place, this is a one-time thing and I really shouldn’t care.
He runs a hand through his luscious, black hair. His eyes roam my body, taking in every inch on display. Someone else might feel embarrassed to be so exposed but I love my body and feel confident in my skin.
“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” he says in a gravelly voice.
I offer a smile and lean forward so that I am on all fours in front of him. “I could say the same to you.” I whisper as I run my tongue across his abs, right above the hem of his boxers. He lets out a small whistle while grabbing a fistful of my hair. He holds me in place for a moment, his hold tight and the slight sting on my scalp makes me want more. Within seconds, Axel releases my hair and flips me onto my back.
His hard body moves with mine, our faces only inches away. “Just one night?”
“Just one.” I reply.
