There,standing in front of me, is the man I can’t stop thinking about. The man who invades my every waking thought, who also walks around in my dreams, and here he is, standing right in front of me.
Almost as if I manifested him myself.
“Axton,” I breathe.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything else before he moves past me and into my apartment. Closing the door behind him, I lock it before I slowly turn around to face him. He is standing in the middle of my living room. My breath hitches at the sight of him there. How the hell does he make this expanse of space seem small?
“What are you doing here?” I manage to blurt out.
Axton is facing my small dining room before he shifts his attention over to me. He doesn’t open his mouth to speak, and I wonder if he’s even going to tell me. When he begins to move toward me, closing the distance between us, I realize he’s not.
His head dips, his lips touch mine, and I gasp as his tongue invades me. It swirls around, tangling with my own. I welcome it, every second of it. Whimpering, I reach up to grip his shoulders, my nails digging into the leather of his cut.
Axton’s hands grip the backs of my thighs, and then my body is up, my feet are off the floor, and he moves. I’m not sure how he knows where my bedroom is, but his feet carry us there one step at a time.
Once we’re in my space, he sets me down on the soft carpeted floor, breaking the kiss before he rests his forehead against mine. I hold my breath for a moment, waiting for him to speak, but he doesn’t. Instead, he begins to tug on the hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head before he tosses it somewhere on the floor.
His head dips, and mine falls back between my shoulders the moment I feel his lips wrap around my nipple and suck.
Oh. My. God.
He sucks me in deep, my fingers still gripping his shoulders, maybe digging my nails deeper into the leather of his cut. I hope I don’t ruin it, but right now, it might be totally valid. When his teeth sink down into my breast, a whimper escapes my throat.
His fingers slip beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts before I feel them glide along my stomach. My muscles clench, and heat pools in my belly. Clenching my thighs together, I silently beg for his touch.
Axton releases my breast and lifts his head. I straighten my neck, silently mourning the loss of his mouth on my breast, loving the bite of pain he delivered. The moment I lift my gaze to his, he smirks down at me.
“What do you want, Mill?” he asks.
There is a bit of humor in his tone as his gaze searches mine, his lips curved up while he waits for me to respond. I’m not surewhat to say. I mean, I want him to make me come. I want to feel his fingers inside me and his tongue on my clit.
I want everything.
He doesn’t continue. His fingers are still just dipped below my waistband, and I inwardly beg him to take my shorts off, but he doesn’t make a single move. He’s frozen, and so am I. We’re just staring at one another.
“I want you, Axton,” I finally whisper.
He shakes his head once, his eyes staying focused on mine as he does. Then his lips curve up into an even bigger smile. He leans forward until his lips brush against mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, but he doesn’t shift back, either. Instead, he stays with his mouth on mine as he speaks.
“What do you want me to do, Millie?”
Everything.
Except I don’t say that. Instead, I let out an exhale, and it comes out trembling. He chuckles against my mouth right before he lifts his head and takes a step backward, forcing my hands to leave his shoulders.
I watch as he undresses in silence. His cut comes off first before he folds it in half and drapes it along my dresser. Next, he kicks off his boots, then he lifts his arm and reaches behind him before he tugs his shirt off.
He’s naked from the waist up. His muscles are on display, and so are his tattoos. The black markings are all over his chest. He hasn’t added anything over the years, which surprises me.
He’s bigger than he was a decade ago. His muscles are thick and stacked on one another. The years have been good to him. So damn good. I can’t help but slide my tongue along my bottom lip as I take him in.
Not onlywow, butdamn.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as my eyes flick down to his hands at his belt. I watch as he unbuckles, then unbuttons,and finally unzips his pants. His jeans fall to the floor, and he stands in front of me wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.
Again.
Wowanddamn.
