I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I take it you’re feeling just fine.”
Her smile was lopsided, and it captured my heart. “Something like that, yeah.”
I smoothed a tendril of hair away from her forehead. “Can I get you anything?”
She rolled into me and buried her face in my chest. “Just a few more minutes before you go?”
I wrapped her up and pulled her on top of me, feeling her ear press against my heart. “I’ll hold you as long as you’d like.”
Heaven. It was the only way to describe how she felt in my embrace. She fit perfectly, her body molding to me as if she had been carved out specifically for my pleasure. I inhaled her scent as I pressed my nose into the crook of her neck. Hearing her soft giggles pouring forth slammed my heart against my sternum. This woman had wrapped us tightly around her finger and wouldn’t let us go no matter what we did.
And the guilt overwhelmed me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
“What?” Brielle asked.
I picked my head up as she twisted around, falling to her back so that she could look up at me.
“Axe, talk to me,” she said, reaching up and cupping my cheek.
I lowered my lips to hers for a soft kiss. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you.”
“Oh, Axe. Are you still on that?”
I grimaced. “How the hell are you not?”
She cupped my face and raised my gaze to hers. “Because I’ve already forgiven you, that’s how.”
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“Well, you’ve got it anyway, so shut the fuck up about it.”
“I’m so sorry,” I murmured as I bent down and kissed just beneath her eye.
“I know you are,” she whispered.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” I said, moving to kiss her other eye.
“Axe,” she whimpered softly.
I picked up her hand and brought her delicate wrist to my lips to kiss. “I’m so sorry, Brielle.”
“Axton,” she said breathlessly.
I wanted to take her again. As my mouth fell to her neck, I muttered my apologies all across her skin. I lapped at her pulse point, and she spread herself for me. Every form of apology I could think of coated my tongue as I slid it between her breasts. I’d spend my entire life apologizing if she’d let me. I’d spent the rest of my days murmuring them in every language against her curves, if that was what she requested of me. She had me wrapped around her finger so tightly that I had lost all sense of reason, and I never wanted to come up for air. Yet, all too soon, a knock came at her bedroom door.
“No,” she whined softly.
I cupped the back of her head so that she didn’t move. “Who the fuck is it?”
“Sorry to burst the bubble,” Mav said on the other side, “but playtime’s over.”
“Five more minutes,” I called out.
But when Brielle sighed, I knew she was about to give in.
“No,” I said before she got a word in.
