Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Jade
I can’t believe I was so stupid. This is what I get for being so distracted by Axel’s kiss all day.
Selling surfboards? A Kickstarter? Is that the best I can come up with?
Especially when I know how unspoiled this place is.
Sembuh, and Axel, need to remain a secret.
Me blaring it all over social media is the exact opposite of that.
But there’s also something he’s not telling me.
I can see it in his face, when he talks about the developer.
A ripple of pain, the kind that hits deep.
But he shuts me down when I ask, and who am I to argue, especially with his tongue lapping my knuckles like a promise of what’s to come. I’ll ask him again. Later.
I let him lead me to the small dance floor. There are a few other couples there already, swaying to the music. His hand comes to my waist then slides along the small of my back, pressing my hips tight against his. I can’t control my involuntary intake of breath.
“What? This is how all the ballroom dancers do it, isn’t it?”
“Is it? I didn’t realise you counted ballroom dancing as one of your talents.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised.” He twirls us around suddenly, then dips me backwards.
I laugh out loud, giggling as he pulls me close again. I twine my arms around his neck, in case he gets any more ideas about twirling me. “A surfboard shaper and a ballroom dancer. I am surprised.”
He grins. “I’m not a ballroom dancer. Just watched too many episodes of Dancing with the Stars and always wanted to dip a pretty girl on the dance floor.”
“Well, I’m glad I could make your fantasy come true.” I’m breathless, his bonfire scent all around me, the heat of his body radiating where it touches mine.
“The first of several, I hope.” His voice is deeper, rougher, his hands sliding on my dress.
Holy shit. He’s getting hard, and my body responds immediately, my nipples taut, heat between my thighs.
We sway together, and his head drops, his lips brushing my shoulder.
I turn my face into his neck, running my tongue along his skin.
He tastes amazing. I nibble his neck, suck on his earlobe, pressing myself against him.
“Jade.” He kisses my throat, his voice a rumble against me.
“Axel?”
“Shall we get the hell out of here?”
A few minutes later we’re walking back down the road towards the cabins.
Just a short walk, but I’m kind of wondering if we’ll ever get there.
We’re tangled together, still kissing, unable to stop touching each other.
Axel’s hands are on my ass, squeezing me through the thin fabric of my dress.
And mine is on his package, palming his hard length, my other hand under his shirt.
“Enough.” Axel pulls back from me, panting. Then, before I can stop him, he scoops me up in his arms and starts jogging down the road.
“What the hell?” I’m half-laughing, fully turned on.
“You have an injured leg. Can’t let you walk back like that. Plus, I’m kind of keen to get you back to my place.”
“Uh-huh. Is this part of the wooing you keep going on about?”
“Don’t believe I’ve been going on about it, actually. But yeah, it is. You okay with that?” He’s slightly breathless, and I can feel his heart pounding.
“I’m okay with it. I feel officially wooed. One hundred per cent team Axel.”
We’re under the palm trees, fairy lights twinkling around us, lighting our way to his place. He puts me down, and I expect him to open the door. But instead he bends his head and brushes his lips against mine. While at the same time sliding his hand inside my neckline and cupping my breast.
“Fuck. I’ve wanted to do this all night.”
I try to speak, but as his thumb smooths across my nipple, I just make a sort of sighing, moaning noise. He kisses me again, properly, his tongue teasing me. His arms come around me and we’re moving, still lip-locked. There’s the click of a door closing.
I pull back, opening my eyes. I get an impression of a large airy room, silver moonlight coming through long windows, open to the sea.
And then we are on each other like wildcats.
Axel
Jade pulls my shirt over my head, kissing down my chest, her tongue flickering across my nipples, her teeth nipping me.
I pull her down on the sofa, so she straddles my lap.
She is wild like the ocean, her blonde hair tangled, her green eyes dark.
She sits up and, in one smooth movement, peels her dress up over her head, dropping it on the floor.
Fucking hell.
She’s completely naked underneath. No underwear, just like I asked.
A small strip of soft hair, and that curling tattoo across her hip, like a pathway of leaves and vines to take a man’s tongue to where she wants it.
Her tits are perfect, paler than the rest of her, heavy globes made to fit in a hand.
I flash back to the poster in my workshop.
To have the reality in front of me, her nipples just a kiss away, is an absolute mindfuck in the best possible way.
I slide my hands up her body, across her satin skin, cupping her breasts, smoothing the rosy peaks with my thumbs. She tosses her head and moans, grinding into me until I feel like I’m going to explode.
Her hands fumble with my waistband, undoing the button, unzipping me so I spring free.
“Shit.” She takes my length in her hand, looking at it, then at me.
Her breath is coming hard, her nipples erect, her hips undulating against my thighs.
She lifts herself up, rubbing my cockhead against her soft wetness, then slides onto me, taking my full length inside her in one movement.
It costs her, I can see by the gasp she makes, her brows coming together. She bites her lip, rocking on me.
“Jade, wait,” I gasp. I am an idiot. This dream of a woman is fucking me right now, and I’m asking her to wait?
But aside from the no-condom thing, there’s something not quite right about the way she’s reacting. I know I’m bigger than average; I’ve been told so by other lovers. And she took me bare and almost cold, no matter how turned on we both are.
I put my hands on her hips, stopping her from rolling them. I look into her eyes. Her hands are on my shoulders, her lips parted. “You okay?”
“Yes. Oh god. Just fuck me, please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I rock my hips upwards and she moans, but it comes with another hiss of breath. I move myself to the edge of the sofa, lifting her up and kicking my trousers off my feet as I stand. Her legs and arms wrap around me, her eyes wide.
“What the hell?”
“I told you how I wanted you, Jade. Naked. Wet. And in my bed. So that’s where we’re going.
I want to splay you out, suck you and lick you, and fucking explore you.
You want a fuck, I’ll give you one.” I carry her through to my bedroom, pulling out as I lay her on the bed.
She looks so goddamn beautiful, silvered by the moonlight, her hair like tangled gold spread across my bed, her breasts rising and falling with her panting breath, begging for my tongue.
I’m breathing pretty hard, too. My cock is so stiff it feels like stone, heavy at my groin. But this woman deserves to be loved properly, deserves all my time. I lower myself to the bed, bracing myself with my arms so my body hovers above hers.
Then I kiss her, swiping my tongue in her mouth, teasing her with it, a preview of what’s to come. I slowly lower my hips down. She moans, a soft sound, opening her legs, reaching for my dick.
“Slow down,” I whisper, trailing a hand across her breasts.
I dip my head, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking on it, hard and slow, my hand on her other breast. I tongue both nipples, sucking them, caressing and squeezing her.
Her breathing changes, the sharp gasps she was making becoming more relaxed, more in time with what I’m actually doing to her.
Her body softens beneath me as I kiss lower, trailing my tongue along her tattoo, drinking in her sweet floral scent, the hint of musk.
But when my tongue flickers across her clit, she tenses up again.
I pull back, blowing on her softly, my hands massaging, smoothing down her thighs, opening her up to me, until she softens once more.
This time I trail the tip of my tongue along her folds, drinking her in. She’s wet, but again there’s that slight feel of tension, though not as much as before.
I pull back, moving up her body once more, dropping kisses on the inside of her thigh, her smooth stomach, her soft breasts. I kiss up the curve of her neck, my hand sliding between her legs.
This time, when I touch her clit, she moans. Her head drops back and her hips push against my hand, her legs opening. I slide my finger through her wetness, teasing her opening.
“Oh god, yes,” she moans.
I push my finger inside her, into her soft wet heat. Christ. I need to fuck her, so badly.