Chapter Thirty-Two
Jovie
I’m sitting cross-legged on a mountain of blankets in the middle of my living room, pretending I’m paying attention to the true crime documentary playing on the television.
I’m not.
I haven’t absorbed a single word.
Every few minutes, my eyes flick toward my phone. Then back to the television.
Should I text him?
I should text him.
But what would I say? I have our blankets ready.
Ugh. I toss the phone across the floor.
All evening, I’ve wavered between fearing Axle would show up tonight and being even more worried that he wouldn’t.
If he does, then we have to figure out what last night means.
If he doesn’t …
Shit.
I don’t want to think about that.
The narrator on television is describing forensic evidence when a knock sounds at my door.
My heart launches into a full sprint as I scramble to my feet so fast that I nearly trip over the blankets.
“Coming,” I call, my voice cracking.
I rush across the cabin and stop with my hand on the doorknob. For a terrifying second, I wonder if it’s Cabe, coming to check on me again.
I take a deep breath and crack the door open. Relief crashes through me so hard that my knees almost buckle.
Axle.
He’s standing on my porch, wearing a faded black T-shirt and jeans, one hand holding a to-go container.
“Doc.” He lifts the plate slightly. “I thought you might be hungry.”
That’s all it takes. Every ounce of tension that’s been coiled inside me since this morning releases, and I throw the door open.
His eyes widen.
And before he can react, I’m launching myself at him.
“Whoa—”
His free arm wraps around me automatically. I cling to him as I bury my face in his neck.
“I was worried you wouldn’t come.” The confession slips out before I can stop it.
His grip tightens slightly.
A pause.
“Okay …”
That earns a much longer silence, and I’m afraid he’s rethinking showing up. Instead, he adjusts his hold on me and steps inside.
He kicks the door shut with his foot and carries me to the kitchen. He carefully sets the food container down, and then he settles me onto the island beside it.
His hands linger at my waist for a second.
My pulse races wildly.
We’re standing close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him.
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.
“Jovie, baby,” he rasps as I slide his zipper down slowly.
He’s hard and ready as I reach in and release him from his boxer briefs.
I hold the base with one hand as I stroke him with the other. Rubbing my thumb over his crown and through the drop of clear fluid. His cock twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me.
His eyes meet mine as I bite down on my bottom lip and I drink him in.
The broad width of his chest and shoulders, chiseled ab muscles, lean hips, powerful thighs, and the look of pure ecstasy on his face.
His hands thread into my hair, and he wraps the long strands around his fist as I lick his tip.
I moan as the salty taste of him hits my tongue. The heat in his eyes intensifies, and I lick him again, this time letting my tongue roll around the swollen bulb a few times before opening my mouth and taking him deep.
I keep my fingers wrapped firmly around him, and his fist holds my head in place as he thrusts his hips gently at first before sliding in as far as he can go.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock, baby.”
I begin to suck him in earnest as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth.
His free hand caresses my jaw as he finds his rhythm. I grip the back of his thigh and hold on as I relax my jaw and take him in deeper.
His fingers tug painfully at my hair as he gets close.
“Jovie, I’m going to come,” he warns.
His breath quickens, and his back arches as his release hits the back of my throat. I swallow, savoring every drop.
“Geezus. You’re incredible,” he growls.
His spent cock falls from my mouth as his deep voice washes over me, and I look up to see his eyes trained on me. His expression is intense and raw, making my heart beat erratically.
His hand moves from my hair to cup the back of my neck, and he leans down to capture my mouth. He kisses me slowly as he wraps his arms around me, guiding me onto his chest as he lies down.
“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you on this damn floor for weeks,” he says.
I squirm against him.
He grins as he kisses my nose.
“But I’m gonna need a minute.”