His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“I promised Nick I'd keep my pecker in my pants, baby doll.”
The laughter burst out of her, bright and unexpected.It was like a crack of sunlight through years of storm clouds.
Oh, it felt wonderful to suddenly be happy.She had had so much sadness and anger over the years and especially recently with Tim's passing and now with Sam gone.
The intense way Axel was watching her sobered her, aroused her.
“I won’t tell Nick if you don't tell him,” she whispered.
Surprise shone in his eyes at her words.And he reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Oh mercy, his touch felt so perfect.
“It's been so long since...”he whispered.
She knew exactly what he was saying.It's been so long since he’s been with a woman.Since they were together.
“Let's just forget about the past, tonight.Let's just feel,” she whispered back.
She was burning for him.Yearning for his touch.Wanted to have his mouth on hers again.
His breath hissed out between his teeth, his body going rigid.
“Are you sure you want this?Because if we start, I may not be able to stop, if you change your mind,”he growled in a low voice, his words strained.
Jenna tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze head-on.There was no hesitation in her, no doubt.Just the raw, desperate need that had been gnawing at her since the moment he’d walked back into her life.
“Yes, I’m sure.I want you to make love to me,”she said, her voice steady.
Something dark and feral flashed in Axel’s eyes.
Before she could take another breath, he was pulling her toward the stairway.They stopped to unhook the lantern, and Axel turned it on.The light led the way and Jenna’s heart crashed insanely against her chest, as Axel’s hand, strong and firm, held her hand as they ascended to the loft.Each step felt like she was crossing a threshold.Like she was leaving behind the past and stepping into something unknown and terrifying and beautiful.
Now he was taking her to where he’d been having sex with another man just last night and it didn’t bother her.She wouldn’t judge a man whose shoes she’d never walked in.
At the top of the stairs, he hung the lantern on the nail beside the rain-drenched window.
Then he turned to her.
The soft glow of lamplight illuminated his face, highlighting every line carved by time and regret and every ounce of desire that he wasn’t hiding anymore.
“You’re still sure?”he asked, his eyes flaring with fire.His voice hoarse.
She nodded, wanting to feel him all around her.On her.Inside of her.
In seconds, his hands were upon her body.Hot like branding irons and everything inside her ignited.It wasn’t just desire, but recognition, memory, and love.One of his hands gripped her hip; the other hand tangled into her damp hair.
He tilted her head back and his mouth crashed down on hers.The kiss was brutal and beautiful at the same time.All teeth and tongue and pent-up hunger.
Jenna moaned into his ferocity.
Her fingers dug into the hard planes of his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
The flannel shirt she wore, rode up her thighs and the quickly cooling barn air hit the bare skin of her butt, but she didn’t care.
All she could focus on was the intoxicating way his cock was pressed against her tummy.She could feel the thick, hard outline of his engorged shaft through the material of the coveralls.And the way he held her was like she was something precious and fragile, something he might be afraid of breaking.
