She had touched herself last night right after coming in from the barn after seeing them.She’d been sopping wet and used her cream as lube while rubbing her clit and masturbating.The orgasm she’d had had crashed over her with a ferocity that had left her trembling.
“No,”she finally admitted, her voice barely a breath.The word left her in a rush, like exhaling a secret she’d been holding too tightly.
Axel’s eyes flared.
He just stared at her, his gaze raking over her face like maybe he was trying to read her.Trying to figure out if she was telling the truth.
“You were turned on,” he whispered.It wasn’t a question.
“I was,” she admitted, suddenly not feeling shy or embarrassed.
“I’m going to kiss you so I’m hoping you won’t slap me again,” he murmured.
Chapter Eighteen
She nodded jerkily, almost smiled at his comment, but she was too focused on him to even bother.
Her breath hitched.Every instinct screamed caution, but her body leaned toward him anyway.
This shouldn’t be happening.It is way too soon.He’s going to break your heart again,an inner voice was warning her, but she shut it down as he gently slid his hand up to cup the back of her neck.
Her flesh tingled as his fingers tangled in the loose strands of her hair and he tilted her head back.The other hand dropped to her hip, and she instinctively trembled at being at his mercy.She thought he was going to kiss her, just like he said he would, but then he swung her just inside the doorway and pressed her back right up against the rough wooden wall of the barn, just like he’d done that first day, pushing her against the horse trailer in the parking lot.The rough wood at her back grounded her even as everything inside her lifted, weightless, and wild.
Before she could so much as react, his mouth crashed down on hers.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss.
He was hungry.He was demanding.
The kiss crashed through her like a storm, Years of longing, regret, and unfinished business igniting all at once.
His lips boldly parted hers, his tongue sweeping inside, claiming her with a possessiveness that made her knees go weak.
Jenna moaned into his mouth at the succulent impact.Her hands flew to his chest and her fingers dug into the hard muscle beneath his shirt.He tasted like love.The flavor of him was so intoxicating.
His teeth grazed her lower lip, nipping just hard enough to make her gasp, and then his tongue was back, stroking deep, mimicking the slow, deliberate thrust of fucking.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his lips swollen.He pressed his forehead against hers, his brown eyes burning into hers.
“Still no slap?”His voice was a rough purr, and his thumb was tracing the pulse at her throat.
A shaky laugh almost escaped her.Mercy, trust Axel to tease her even now.
“Are you sure it didn’t turn you off having another man having sex with your man?”
Her man.He was insinuating too much.No anger came though, just pleasure and arousal.She opted to go with her instincts and her body.
“It didn’t,” she confessed again.She didn’t recognize her own voice.It sounded low, certain, stripped of fear.
Her body was on fire.Her skin felt so hypersensitive wherever their bodies met and her nipples were hard as glass beneath the fabric of her bra.Wet heat was dampening her panties.
No way had what she’d seen turn her off.Surprise, yes.Turned off, no.
The way he looked at her made her feel transparent.It was as if he could see every want she’d tried to bury.Suddenly his lips curled into something feral making her tremble.She remembered how wild he’d looked last night with Nick sucking on his engorged penis.
“You want me to do to you what Nick did to me last night, don’t you.I can see the need in your eyes.”
He didn’t wait for her to answer his comment.His hand slid off her shoulder and his fingers skimmed over the swell of her left breast before dipping lower, tracing the waistband of her pants.
