He stayed put and plastered his left hand to my chest, taking everything I had to give him. When the shivers took over, he pulled off and looked up at me with his doe eyes. He was beautiful, and mine. “Was that okay?”
An exhausted and sated smile spread across my face. “No, it wasn’t okay. It was perfect.”
He rolled his eyes as I pulled him to me. Settling on my chest, he wrapped his arm across my torso as I held him close and kissed his head. I was in so much trouble. He had the power to destroy me if I allowed it, but he was all I wanted. We stayed tangled together until I lured him into my shower, where I took him apart all over again.
Chapter 21
Luca
I was a changed man. Could a couple of orgasms make that much of a difference? The real difference was Axel. He’d made me feel so comfortable, and looking at his naked body while his green eyes ate me up was enough to undo me. I knew we shared an intense attraction, beyond anything I ever knew. And when he called me his, I wanted it to be true. But in the back of my mind, my past proved that no one stayed forever. I was convinced I was destined to be alone in this life. This was stockpiling memories until he needed to move on. And he would.
“You okay over there?” he asked, smirking at me.
My face heated as I sat at the island, wearing Axel’s T-shirt and sweats. Did he put his cologne in his laundry detergent? I lifted the collar of his shirt to inhale it before answering. “Yeah. I’m fine. How are you?” My uncontrollable grin took over my face. All he was doing was pulling food from the refrigerator, and he was even sexy doing that.
“I’m great. Two orgasms will do that to a man.”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed.
Biological words had a new meaning, and I noticed every muscle and the way he looked at me. Like he could eat me up and think nothing of it. He was still checking in with me, andtechnically, I was still a virgin. But I definitely felt different. Every time he glanced over at me, I found him smiling. “You sure you’re okay, love? What are you thinking about so hard over there?”
My heart skipped a beat every time he called me that. It dropped off his tongue now like it was the easiest thing in the world. I knew he wasn’t saying he wasinlove with me, that it was just a term of endearment where he came from. Put the wordhardwith it, and it became my new status on social media, if it were an option. “Uh huh. I can’t decide if I feel drunk or if this is what it’s like to be a jellyfish. Boneless and floating around on a cloud,” I said, flopping onto the countertop for effect. “I have zero muscle strength.”
Axel was amused with himself. “Either way,” he said, pulling two packages from the refrigerator, “it’s a good look on you. If you puddle on my countertop, I’ll make sure to scoop you up and take you back to bed.”
Puddle.Back to bed.Those innocent words took on a new meaning in my newly formed dirty mind, and Axel had a knack for reading it. Thankfully, he let that low-hanging fruit go. Oh shit, now I was thinking about his balls. Groaning, I pressed my forehead to the cool granite countertop.
His laughter made me smile. “Would you like a cold beer? Maybe that would help.” The first one he’d given me before we got sidetracked was definitely warm. “Yes, please.”
Enjoying the cooling effect of the granite on my skin, I listened to him open the beer, imagining his muscles flex as he removed the lid. If he got close to me, I might go into heat again. Popping my head up, I found him assessing me with raised brows. “You can slide it over here. But don’t come too close. There’s a serious chance I might combust.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Of course, he didn’t listen. He strode up to me and placed his big hand on my neck. I had to be cooking from the inside out. “Are you feeling okay?”
Was I? “Maybe. Anything is possible.”
His face went from amused to worried, and his stern voice came with it. “What’s wrong? Do you feel ill?”
There was only one way to describe it. “I’m afraid I’ve repressed a lot of symptoms, and you’ve unleashed something like the Kraken inside me.”
Axel grinned. “What are you talking about?”
I huffed out an annoyed breath and scowled at him. “I’m afraid you’ve turned me into a sex fiend. How am I going to do my job if sex is all I think about? All it will take is a couple of words to derail my career. It only took your hands and mouth on me twice to destroy me. I might be running a fever from it. My face is hot, and places that never throbbed now do. I might never be the same.” I put my forehead back on the granite.
“Is that all?” he mused, running his hands over my hair. He loved it for some reason. “I have to say it’s pretty impressive that I can destroy your entire career with two blow jobs.”
“Not funny. And no, that’s not all. Every word now has a double meaning. Watching football is impossible because it would make me hard when they talk aboutgoing deep.” Axel’s grin made me want to punch him. “Go away,” I groaned, shoving his shoulder. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault?” He snorted, completely proud of himself. “Most people would thank me for that reaction. I had no idea you could be dramatic.”
I scowled at him. “I don’t need the reminder that I’m still an almost virgin and you’re some guru with magic hands and mouth.” I really wanted to hit him. Pushing back, I stood, making him laugh more. In fact, the sound of his deep baritone laughter was once my favorite thing before I wanted to kill him.Before I could get away, Axel grabbed me by the arm, then bent down to haul me over his shoulder. I’d never been manhandled like that. “What the fuck, Neanderthal?”
“Hush,” he said, swatting my ass. Heat bloomed under the thin sweats.I shouldn’t like that.Stalking to the sofa, he placed me in the middle before spreading himself on top of me, blanketing me with his body weight.God, I liked that too.
I glared at him until he looked at me with soft, drunk eyes and an open heart. My irritation abated as quickly as it came. It was pointless to be mad when he looked at me like that. Bringing his mouth to mine, he gifted me with the softest, most sensual kiss yet. It was full of emotion and sweetness, so perfect for me that there was no way anyone would be a better kisser than Axel Hughes. When he pulled away, I wanted his mouth back on mine. “Hey,” I whined, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
His smile ignited another firework of desire inside me. “Tell me what you’re talking about, and I’ll give you all the kisses you want.” He shifted his erection along mine, making my head and eyes roll back dramatically. Dipping down, he chuckled and nuzzled his cheek against my throat, rough stubble against rough stubble. Was it possible for my heart to speed up and slow down at the same time? “You’re not a sex fiend, you’re discovering what you like, and obviously it’s me. You’re just a little behind.”
I blinked open my eyes and stared into his. “So, I’m a twenty-eight-year-old horny teenager.”
