His other hand found my nipple through my clothes, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. The man could play my body like an instrument.
I erupted with a cry that echoed off the walls, shuddering in his arms.
He held me for a second before pushing me back to the counter guiding me to lay my top half down. I spread my arms out in front of me and pressed my cheek against the cool counter top.
The anticipation was heady as he moved in behind me. Hearing the sound of his zipper was just about the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
“Oh, God,” I croaked, more than ready for him.
He moved my legs farther apart seconds before he entered me in one fluid thrust.
He felt impossibly big and deliciously deep as he found a rhythm set to make me lose my mind.
I loved the feeling of his jeans against my bare thighs, of his hands at my waist in a grip so tight it was sure to cause a few bruises.
They’d be worth it.
His hands moved to my shoulders pulling me back into him as he thrust deeper and faster. “Fuck,” he bit out, his breathing labored and harsh as he took me hard.
I groaned low and loud, close to another climax.
“That’s right,” he responded, knowing I was close. “God, you’re so fucking hot, baby,” he rasped.
His words were enough to send me over, pulling him with me.
He collapsed on top of me, pressing me harder into the counter as we caught our breath.
He kissed the side of my neck before he lifted off me, leaning down to pull my leggings back up my legs. “You should wear these more often,” he commented as I turned to watch him tuck himself back in his jeans.
I smothered a smile. “Oh?” I asked quirking a brow.
He nodded. “I get to stare at that sweet ass all night and then…easy access,” he grinned, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Right,” I laughed, throwing my arms around him. He lifted me so my legs followed suit.
“Let’s hit the shower,” he said, walking us toward the bedroom. “I’m not done,” he added, biting my earlobe before licking away the sting.
“No?” I asked breathlessly.
“Far from it,” he growled into my neck, making my tired limbs come alive once more.
He spoke and my body answered; it was that simple.
It was hours later and we were lying tangled in each other’s arms, satiated and exhausted. My eyelids were heavy as I moved closer to sleep. “You think I did the right thing?” I asked quietly, my hand moving over the plane of his chest.
Without explanation, he knew what I meant.
I felt him shrug. “No way to know, babe. She’ll have to prove it. If you weren’t so strong and you didn’t have the kind of support you do, I’d worry more about it.”
“But I have you,” I smiled up at him.
“You have me,” he affirmed gruffly, pulling me up for a kiss. “Always.”
Chapter 24
It was three days before Christmas when I was awoken unexpectedly from a deep sleep. “Babe, your phone,” Axel’s voice cut through the darkness.
“Hmm?” I mumbled. Lately, I’d been sleeping like the dead.
