He leans down and presses his forehead against mine.
“Hi, baby.” The words vibrate softly against my lips.
“Hi.”
I know we need to talk. There’s so much to discuss. But right now, I just want to be close to him—to feel that last night really happened.
I run my hands up his chest and cup the sides of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his scruff under my palms. Remembering how good it felt against the inside of my thighs.
His grip tightens on my hip as my fingers move to the back of his neck and then around to tangle in his hair. I lean in and place a kiss just below his ear, then another on his cheek before sliding my tongue along his bottom lip. Then I seal my mouth to his.
I’m wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. He reaches between us and tugs the string that cinches at my waist. He breaks the kiss as his thumbs hook into the waistband. I plant my hands and arch my back so he can slide them down my legs. His lips brush my ankle before he stands back up.
His crystal-blue eyes rake over me, and warmth floods my already-overheated body, pooling in my belly.
I start trembling with need as I wrap my legs around his waist. He grabs the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms so he can pull it over my head and toss it on the floor with my shorts.
I’m sitting before him, completely bare.
He runs his knuckles over one of my breasts, and I clutch his shoulders, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles.
He groans as his mouth runs down the column of my throat, sucking and nipping as he makes his way down.
The need that pulses through me is almost too much to take.
Last night was impulsive. Primal. But this is different. This is intentional.
I grip him tighter as his tongue explores my breasts. An exquisite tingle shoots straight to my core when he sucks a nipple between his teeth, and my hips buck off the island.
“Easy, Doc,” he murmurs around the taut bud.
He bites down gently, and I hum my approval as his hand slides between my legs. He glides two fingers through my center, coating them in my wetness, and then brings them up to swirl around my clit as he continues to kiss and lick at my breast.
“Axle,” I gasp as he slides his fingers inside of me.
He stands to watch my face as I rock against his palm.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand,” he commands before claiming my mouth.
Our tongues tangle as his fingers pump in and out of me at a leisurely pace. I can feel the pleasure coiling at the base of my spine.
I’m so close, and he feels it. He breaks the kiss and drops to his knees. My hands go from his shoulders to his hair as his mouth wraps around my clit.
“Oh God,” I cry as his tongue laps at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, you taste like candy,” he whispers against me. Then his eyes come up to meet mine. “Never tasted anything close to this sweet.”
I growl as I tug his hair, bringing his mouth back to me. The last thing I want to think about right now is him tasting anyone else.
He gives me a few quick licks, then sucks my clit between his teeth.
That’s all it takes. My legs begin to shake as the orgasm washes over me. He holds me firmly as he continues to lap at my core until the last tremble runs through me.
I loosen my grip on his hair, and he stands. Then, before I can catch my breath, he lifts me from the island and carries me to the bed, but instead of setting me on the mattress, he lowers me to the blankets on the floor.
I fall back against the pile of pillows and watch as he kicks off his boots and tugs his shirt over his head.
He can’t even get his belt unbuckled before I sit up in front of him and reach for the button of his jeans.
