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.
Her breath caught. Her entire body tensed with awareness.
His eyelashes lowered over his eyes as he got that familiar sleepy look when he wanted sex. His breaths came fast and hot fanning against her ear, his voice was a dark whisper as he spoke.
“Prison does something to a man, babydoll. Makes him very aware of his sexuality. Makes him aware of what he’s missing on the outside. I haven’t seen a woman’s breasts in a long time, Jenna. Years. Since the last time we were together. I want to see them now.”
Her breath hitched and her pulse stumbled as heat rolled through her in a dizzying wave. There was a raw honesty in his words, a confession scraped straight from the years he’d lost.
Jenna’s thighs clenched. She wanted him down there.
Now.
“Axel…”
“Shh, let’s compromise. You let me see your breasts. Touch them. Taste them and I’ll do to you what Nick did to me. Do you want that, Jenna? What Nick did to me? Do you want to feel what you’re doing to me?”
His fingers hooked into the belt loops of her pants, tugging her flush against him.
The familiar weight of his hands sent a shock of memory through her.
Nights long gone, promises never kept, a desire that had never really died.
She could feel the hard ridge of his cock as it boldly pressed against her tummy, making her feel the heat of him even through the material.
“Do you want me to get on my knees? Want me to bury my face between your thighs and taste that sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name? Want me to make you come?”
A fresh wave of heat flooded through her at what he said. At what he wanted to do. What she wanted.
Her body throbbed with need and she nodded jerkily, her entire body simply an inferno.
“Yes,” she hissed. The sexual tension between them was insane. Off the charts.
Axel didn’t waste another second. His hands slipped beneath her shirt, and he yanked up the material until her bra came into view.
“Damn. Restraints,” he growled as he stared at her bra.
“You remember how I always asked you not to wear a bra around the apartment when we were together? I guess I can’t ask that now. Maybe with time…”
She swallowed, not daring to say yes. Not yet. She needed time for that.
“Turn around and lift your arms,” he commanded. His voice dripped with arousal and as he stepped away, she automatically did as he said.
She turned around and raised her arms. Felt his hands lift her shirt and it moved up her arms and off. Then she felt his hands tug at her midback, unhooking her bra and it fell away. He looped his fingers beneath each bra strap and slowly pulled the bra up over her head, her arms and off.
The mild air from the barn was hitting her exposed skin, raising naughty goosebumps along her flesh and she dropped her arms to her sides, awaiting his next instructions.
She was now naked from her pants up.
He didn’t say anything. Was he having second thoughts? Was he giving her time to have second thoughts?
She waited and tried to still her rapid breaths.
Then his calloused palms were smoothing up her back like rough velvet. Oh that felt so very nice and his flesh felt so hot against her skin. Then she closed her eyes as he touched her shoulder blades with some whispery kisses that had her breaths coming even faster.
“Fuck, I miss touching you, babydoll. Miss your softness. Nick’s all hard. Everywhere. I much prefer softness and I know you prefer hard,” he growled.
What was he saying? That she would enjoy Nick’s hardness?
Oh have mercy!
She creamed.
He stopped kissing her.
“Turn around,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
Oh dear. Would he notice the differences in her breasts due to her pregnancy? They were fuller, heavier and her nipples were a bit darker and so much more tender.
A cold flutter of panic tightened her chest. What if this changed everything? What if he pulled away?
Slowly, trembling, she turned around and faced him. The way his hot gaze swept over her breasts made her feel exposed in a way that was both terrifying and intoxicating.
There was a flash of surprise or indecision that crossed his face. She wasn’t sure which, but she was pretty sure he was noticing the changes. Then arousal and excitement flooded his features once again.
Had he guessed she was pregnant? Would it turn him off? Would he still want her?
“Oh, Jenna. Perfection. Absolute beautiful perfection,” he said softly as he studied her breasts.
Excitement surged through her at his words. Her knees nearly buckled in relief. She hadn’t realized how tightly she’d been bracing for disappointment.
He hadn’t noticed. He’d always said she had the perfect breasts. That they filled perfectly in his hands.
And then as if he knew what she was thinking he reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her ultra sensitive and hard nipples.
She gasped and arched into his touch, as he pinched lightly, sending jolts of pleasure straight into her pussy. He squeezed gently, testing their weight.
She tried to read his expression, but all she could see was he really liked what he saw.
“I’ve missed your pretty little breasts. They still fit. Plumper. Nice.”
He didn’t give her time to respond before his head lowered and his mouth was on her left breast. His hot lips wrapped around the taut nipple, causing pleasure and pain to explode in unison.
Jenna cried out, her head falling back against the wall as he sucked hard, his bristly tongue slurping and swirling around the tender bud.
When his teeth grazed her nipple, she cried out again as sharp jolts of pleasure-pain ripped through her.
Oh my gosh! This was too intense. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his tongue became soothing, licking, calming.
His hands were kneading her breasts with a possessive roughness that made her hips buck against him. She reached up and tangled her fingers into his short hair, holding him to her.
He groaned against her skin, the vibration making her whimper, and then he moved to her other breast, taking her other nipple into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” she cried out as he suckled her with a heated forceful suction. An arrow of exquisite pleasure zipped to parts south. It whipped around her like a lasso, tying her up, holding her tight.
She swore she’d never been so aware of every intimate part of her. It was like she was awakening after a deep sleep. Awakening to bliss, pleasure, another world. A beautiful world she’d long forgotten.
Then Axel was moving away, his hands and mouth leaving her breasts, moving lower.
“Kick off your boots,” he grumbled in a tight voice.
She reluctantly let go of his head, and did as he said, sliding her feet out of her boots in such a hurry that she thought she might fall over, but his blistering hands slid upon her waist, keeping her solid.