“I don’t think you know how fucking hard it makes me to know you’re this wet before I even touch you,” Axel grunts.
“Oh, I can tell,” I giggle, feeling his thick cock poke me in the back. Axel smirks and starts to rub my clit so perfectly that I feel my legs giving out from under me. Steadying me to him, Axel keeps his unrelenting pace. I involuntarily whimper when his masculine moan catches me off guard. He’s so sexy. I need more, I need him.
“Not yet, babe.” Axel says.
I freeze for a moment. Did I say that out loud?
Axel stops his torture only for a moment as he grabs the back of my knee and pulls my leg up so that my folded leg is pressed against the shower tiles next to me. This gives him full access to my entrance and without pause, he slams into me. My body tries to adjust to him, but he’s so big. Axel peppers the side of my neck and shoulder with kisses as my body relaxes aroundhim. He slowly, tormentingly, pulls out so only the head of him is still inside me, then slams back in. His hips move seamlessly, methodically pushing me off the cliff and into bliss.
“Touch yourself, Jenna,” Axel huffs out between pumps. “I need you to cum with me, babe.”
I move my hand between my legs and use my fingers to rub firm, tight circles. I lean my head back into his hand and let out a half-moan, half-scream. Stars dance in my vision as tingles start to spread through my body. My orgasm slams into me, and it takes everything I have not to collapse.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking cum all over my cock,” Axel growls, his words shoving me over into ecstasy. My body tightens and contracts around him. Axel pumps into me faster and harder, still holding me in place as he chases his own release. Two more pumps and his muscles ripple along my back. God, he’s so hot.
Axel pulls out of me, still gently holding me as I turn to face him. His mouth crushes mine in a kiss that makes my body heat again.Down, girl,my inner voice chants at me.
Pulling me back under the water, Axel grabs the body wash and washes us both. My mind races to keep up with him and his ability to switch from biker badass to sex god to the sweet romantic now standing before me.
Once he’s done, he turns off the shower and opens the steamy door. Axel steps out first and grabs a towel from the rack, holding it open for me. Wrapping the soft bath sheet around my body, I realize it’s heated—of course it’s heated. Although this man is rugged and tough, he sure likes to be comfortable. Axel looks over to his phone on the counter. The screen is lit up with a litter of notifications.
Anxiety once again sits in my stomach like a lead ball as memories of what happened tonight flood my brain. I find a moment of reprieve to be sucked back into the drama of this motorcycle club.
He pulls me close and kisses my forehead. “There’s an extra toothbrush and toiletries in the drawer over there,” he points to a deep pull-out drawer in the vanity. “Get dressed and get into bed. I need to deal with this.” He nods toward his phone.
“Should I even ask why you have an entire drawer dedicated to female toiletries and overnight supplies?” I quip. “A lot of overnight guests?” I joke, but there’s a piece of me that feels jealous at the thought.
Axel turns to me with a deadly serious look on his face. “Angel, if you want to have that conversation, then we’ll have it, but not here and not now.”
I think a vein pops out of my head from the amount of discipline I use to stop myself from asking,What in the actual hell does that mean?Did I just have hot shower sex with a man-whore? Wait, does he have a girlfriend? That would honestly explain all the eye daggers the women downstairs threw my way.
Before I can respond, he’s already wrapped a towel around his waist and walks up to me, so I have to look up to meet his gaze.
“Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop. It’s nothing like that. Just… it’s a long story, okay?” he asks, as if looking for my approval.
But honestly, none of that makes me feel better. This started out as me joking with him, trying to have playful banter, and has turned into something serious.
“Sure, but I want to talk about it when you’re ready, okay?” I make sure to look him in the eyes.
He gives me a nod and smooths some hairs down on my head.
“But I do have one question I want you to answer now, because I can’t continuethiswithout an answer.” I signal between us.
“Okay,” he replies, eyeing me warily.
“Are you with someone?” I ask, bracing myself for an answer.
“Is that what this is about?” He stills, and I hold my breath in anticipation.Great fucking work, Jenna, you’re a homewrecker.
Axel lifts my chin and places a soft kiss on my lips. “Babe, I don’t know what the fuck happened to me, but you are the only woman I can think about. Not only am I only hard for your tight body, but I actually want to spend time with you, hear your thoughts and opinions.” He shakes his head and turns to walk out of the bathroom, still holding the towel around his waist with one hand.
“So, no, Jenna, I’m not with just somebody. I’m with you,” he says with a smirk.
I gape at him and his obscenely handsome face.
I’m with you.
My world starts spinning around me as I take his words in. He feels it too—this uncontrollable draw between us. We’ve only known each other for a little over three weeks. And most of that we weren’t even together. So, how can we feel this strongly for each other?
