“I’m afraid to answer that,” he said, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “I prefer to think it’s me that makes you feel that way.”
“That’s not even a question,” I said, pulling him in for a kiss. Giddy didn’t begin to cover how I felt, tangled up with him on his sofa. Hands roaming as adrenaline pumped through me. We were teetering on the edge again until he sat back, reached for my waistband, and yanked them down. Axel got up, pulled themthe rest of the way off, and tossed them over his head. It was funny until his clothes met the same fate on the floor. Standing over me, I tucked my arm behind my head and watched as he stroked himself, eyes locked on mine. Reaching for him, Axel stretched out and braced his weight on one elbow. “I’m going to introduce you to frotting, love.”
My hands roamed everywhere they could until he wrapped his right hand around both of us. Moaning at the contact, my eyes rolled back, just like before.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, love.”
“Axel,” I gasped when he shifted his weight onto me, then released us to rock his hips along mine. My hands went to his rock-hard bubble butt and squeezed as our perfectly aligned erections slid along one another, creating an entirely new round of sensations.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, why is that so good?”
Axel stuck his tongue in my mouth to shut me up, and it wasn’t long before he kissed me through another intense orgasm, swallowing my moans and panting breaths. I was exhausted, and we were a sticky mess when he collapsed on me. As much as I loved this, when the endorphins ebbed, the old doubts slipped into my head. There was no way I could be enough for him.
He lifted his head and kissed my cheek. “Hey, where did you go?”
I inhaled and tried to push away all my doubts. “Nowhere. I’m right here.”
I wasn’t sure he believed me. “Let me grab something to clean us up. Unless you want to shower again?”
“I love your shower, but a cloth is good.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Okay, be right back.”
Axel lifted himself effortlessly off me as he headed toward his room. I stared at the ceiling and wondered how he’d neverbelonged to someone. When he returned with a warm cloth, he pushed my hand away, then sat down. I couldn’t stop staring at him as he carefully cleaned me up. He was completely relaxed, and the look in his eyes made me want to weep. Is this what it felt like to be in love?
“You okay, love?”
“Perfect. You’re so good at taking care of me. I’m just wondering why someone hasn’t scooped you up.”
He smiled softly but kept his eyes on what he was doing. “I said I didn’t do them, not that I hadn’t had one.”
“Because you don’t want one,” I stated. That shouldn’t bother me.
Axel exhaled as I ran a finger over his beard. “Because they don’t last.” He brought his lips to my ear. “But maybe they weren’t supposed to since I hadn’t found you.”
I shivered as his breath ghosted over my skin. “But you’ve had one.”
“Yes. We were nineteen, playing on the same junior league team. He was my right winger, and we were inseparable. We’d come up through the hockey leagues together and were the best of friends.”
“What happened?”
Axel’s expression was something between a sweet memory and pain. “We were too young, and he had an opportunity to go to the States. His parents decided to take the chance. I made a fool of myself and begged him not to go, but to stay and play in the European League with me. I had it all planned out. We could live together, see the world, and…” He exhaled and shook his head. “He went to Colorado, and I stayed in London.”
“Do you still keep in touch with him?”
He shrugged. “No. I was a kid. It was puppy love.”
“He was your big first love, right? Is he still playing?”
“I don’t know. Last I heard, he was on the West Coast.”
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” I lied.
Axel grinned. “Are you jealous again? I think it’s kind of cute.”
I huffed. Of course I was. Irrational or not. “Are you jealous of Susanna?”
“Not at all. Unless you think she can make you moan as I do.”
