Chapter 18 #2
“And the other ones? Were you drunk for those, too?” I let my eyes trail down the obscene amount of black-and-white ink that covers his chest and arms. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.
“Not all of them, but many.” Axel’s body now stands behind me.
All I can focus on is the sizzle of electricity I feel between our bodies.
Well, that’s not the only thing I feel between us.
His dick is as hard as a rock, and right now, it’s resting on my ass.
“Relax, Angel. I can hear you overthinking.”
Without warning, he begins washing my hair, delightfully scrubbing my scalp, and massaging the shampoo into my thick mane.
Letting my eyes close and my head drop back, I give in to the peaceful moment.
Never before has a man washed my hair or touched me in such a loving way.
I keep my eyes closed as he rinses the shampoo from my hair and conditions it.
“Turn to me.” Axel’s voice is low, almost strained.
Turning slowly, I blink open my eyes to look at the sex god in front of me.
Water drips down from his brow and slides over his delicious lips.
He moves his hands until they’re holding my hips in place.
He puts slight pressure on each side of my hips, a way of telling me to move backward without words.
Axel matches my steps and walks forward with me.
I yelp at the sting of the cold tiles against my back.
Never once does Axel take his smoldering brown eyes off mine.
Axel slowly lowers his head until his mouth rests at the base of my neck. He slides his mouth up as he kisses, sucks, and bites the expanse of my sensitive neckline until his lips finally meet mine. I nearly come undone from that action alone.
“I’ve missed this perfect fucking body.” He speaks into my lips as the shower becomes a blur.
A quick, possessive kiss is all I get before I’m spun around to face the wall.
I place my hands out in front of me, steadying my body against the cool tile, such a stark contrast to the heat of my body.
Axel wraps my hair around his hand, pulling slightly so my head dips back, exposing my neck to him.
My chest heaves in the air as my breaths become fast and erratic.
Axel palms one of my heavy breasts in his hand.
“Mmm, look at these fucking tits.” Slowly, he starts his delicious torture, rolling and flicking my tender nipple between his fingers.
A moan escapes my throat as my body melts into goo at his touch.
My brain feels like it’s short-circuiting from the pleasure surging through it, but this isn’t part of the deal.
“What about our deal, Axel? We were supposed to be a one-night thing.” I’m surprised I’m able to get the words out so clearly. A moan leaves my lips as his hold on me becomes tighter.
“Fuck the deal,” he growls in my ear, never letting up on his sweet assault of my breasts.
“I’m not a good guy, Jenna. I should let you go. But, fuck…” His breathing becomes shallow and quick against my back. “I don’t know if I can.”
His hand travels down my stomach, beautiful tattoos splayed against my skin. Before his hand gets where I so desperately need him, he pauses. I almost groan with annoyance. The only sound around us now is the sound of the shower and our breathing.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” I almost want to roll my eyes at him. Here we go again. Why does he always need to push me out of my comfort zone? Why does he need my words when my body so clearly conveys my want?
“Dane…” I pause, wanting him to continue his downward movement. He still holds my hair in his hand, not letting my head move from its position. His mouth rests on the corner of mine, but he doesn’t kiss me.
“Angel… Tell me, or—”
“Fine!” I say in a loud, exasperated voice.
I can’t handle this anymore, and honestly, I don’t care if he knows how badly I want him.
I can feel his smile as a deep, sexy chuckle comes from his lips.
Part of me wants to gouge his eyes out from how frustrated I feel, but the other part of me becomes sad at the thought of anything harming him.
“I want you, all of you. Inside me… now.”
“Mmm, there she is, my perfect, dirty Angel.” He speaks into my lips as he turns my head to the side. His mouth crushes into mine as his hand finally dips between my legs.
“I don’t think you know how fucking hard it makes me to know you’re this wet before I even touch you,” Axel grunts.
“Oh, I can tell,” I giggle, feeling his thick cock poke me in the back.
Axel smirks and starts to rub my clit so perfectly that I feel my legs giving out from under me.
Steadying me to him, Axel keeps his unrelenting pace.
I involuntarily whimper when his masculine moan catches me off guard. He’s so sexy. I need more, I need him.
“Not yet, babe.” Axel says.
I freeze for a moment. Did I say that out loud?
Axel stops his torture only for a moment as he grabs the back of my knee and pulls my leg up so that my folded leg is pressed against the shower tiles next to me.
This gives him full access to my entrance and without pause, he slams into me.
My body tries to adjust to him, but he’s so big.
Axel peppers the side of my neck and shoulder with kisses as my body relaxes around him.
He slowly, tormentingly, pulls out so only the head of him is still inside me, then slams back in.
His hips move seamlessly, methodically pushing me off the cliff and into bliss.
“Touch yourself, Jenna,” Axel huffs out between pumps. “I need you to cum with me, babe.”
I move my hand between my legs and use my fingers to rub firm, tight circles. I lean my head back into his hand and let out a half-moan, half-scream. Stars dance in my vision as tingles start to spread through my body. My orgasm slams into me, and it takes everything I have not to collapse.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking cum all over my cock,” Axel growls, his words shoving me over into ecstasy.
My body tightens and contracts around him.
Axel pumps into me faster and harder, still holding me in place as he chases his own release.
Two more pumps and his muscles ripple along my back. God, he’s so hot.
Axel pulls out of me, still gently holding me as I turn to face him. His mouth crushes mine in a kiss that makes my body heat again. Down, girl, my inner voice chants at me.
Pulling me back under the water, Axel grabs the body wash and washes us both. My mind races to keep up with him and his ability to switch from biker badass to sex god to the sweet romantic now standing before me.
Once he’s done, he turns off the shower and opens the steamy door.
Axel steps out first and grabs a towel from the rack, holding it open for me.
Wrapping the soft bath sheet around my body, I realize it’s heated—of course it’s heated.
Although this man is rugged and tough, he sure likes to be comfortable.
Axel looks over to his phone on the counter.
The screen is lit up with a litter of notifications.
Anxiety once again sits in my stomach like a lead ball as memories of what happened tonight flood my brain. I find a moment of reprieve to be sucked back into the drama of this motorcycle club.
He pulls me close and kisses my forehead. “There’s an extra toothbrush and toiletries in the drawer over there,” he points to a deep pull-out drawer in the vanity. “Get dressed and get into bed. I need to deal with this.” He nods toward his phone.
“Should I even ask why you have an entire drawer dedicated to female toiletries and overnight supplies?” I quip. “A lot of overnight guests?” I joke, but there’s a piece of me that feels jealous at the thought.
Axel turns to me with a deadly serious look on his face. “Angel, if you want to have that conversation, then we’ll have it, but not here and not now.”
I think a vein pops out of my head from the amount of discipline I use to stop myself from asking, What in the actual hell does that mean?
Did I just have hot shower sex with a man-whore?
Wait, does he have a girlfriend? That would honestly explain all the eye daggers the women downstairs threw my way.
Before I can respond, he’s already wrapped a towel around his waist and walks up to me, so I have to look up to meet his gaze.
“Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop. It’s nothing like that. Just… it’s a long story, okay?” he asks, as if looking for my approval.
But honestly, none of that makes me feel better. This started out as me joking with him, trying to have playful banter, and has turned into something serious.
“Sure, but I want to talk about it when you’re ready, okay?” I make sure to look him in the eyes.
He gives me a nod and smooths some hairs down on my head.
“But I do have one question I want you to answer now, because I can’t continue this without an answer.” I signal between us.
“Okay,” he replies, eyeing me warily.
“Are you with someone?” I ask, bracing myself for an answer.
“Is that what this is about?” He stills, and I hold my breath in anticipation. Great fucking work, Jenna, you’re a homewrecker.
Axel lifts my chin and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“Babe, I don’t know what the fuck happened to me, but you are the only woman I can think about.
Not only am I only hard for your tight body, but I actually want to spend time with you, hear your thoughts and opinions.
” He shakes his head and turns to walk out of the bathroom, still holding the towel around his waist with one hand.
“So, no, Jenna, I’m not with just somebody. I’m with you,” he says with a smirk.
I gape at him and his obscenely handsome face.
I’m with you.
My world starts spinning around me as I take his words in. He feels it too—this uncontrollable draw between us. We’ve only known each other for a little over three weeks. And most of that we weren’t even together. So, how can we feel this strongly for each other?
A sinking feeling settles within me. This isn’t normal. Maybe we need to slow down and let this take its course. Something that burns this hot and bright is bound to fizzle out sooner rather than later. Right?