Chapter Seven
Axel
The drive to my apartment was the longest fifteen minutes of my life.
Lindor sat in the passenger seat, her hand on my thigh, her fingers tracing patterns that were driving me insane. Every time I stopped at a red light, she'd lean over and press a kiss to my neck, my jaw, the corner of my mouth.
"You're trying to kill me," I said, my voice strained.
"Maybe." She bit my earlobe, and I nearly drove off the road. "Or maybe I'm just making up for lost time."
"Lost time?"
"All those months I wasted on Jonah when I could have been with you."
I grabbed her hand, lacing our fingers together. "We're here now. That's what matters."
When we finally pulled into my parking garage, I barely had the car in park before Lindor was unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing into my lap.
"Eager?" I asked, my hands automatically going to her waist.
"You have no idea." She kissed me, hard and desperate, and I groaned into her mouth.
This was different from the kiss at the party. That had been for show, a statement. This was just for us, and it was so much better.
I slid my hands up her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. She arched into my touch, grinding down against me, and I felt my control start to slip.
"Inside," I managed. "We need to get inside."
"Why?" She rolled her hips again, and I saw stars. "Car sex can be fun."
"Not in a parking garage where anyone could see."
"I don't care who sees."
"I do." I gripped her hips, stilling her movements. "When I fuck you for the first time, it's going to be in my bed, where I can take my time and make you scream my name. Not in a car where we have to rush."
Her eyes darkened. "Promises, promises."
"I always keep my promises, Red."
I helped her back into her seat, then practically dragged her out of the car and toward the elevator. We made it inside, and the moment the doors closed, I had her pressed against the wall, my mouth on hers.
She tasted like vodka and cranberry and something uniquely Lindor, and I couldn't get enough. My hands roamed her body, mapping every curve, every dip, committing it all to memory.
"Axel," she gasped when I moved to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "We're in an elevator."
"I know." I bit down gently, and she moaned. "And if we don't get to my floor soon, I'm going to fuck you right here."
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway to my apartment, fumbling with my keys because my hands were shaking.
Finally, finally, we were inside.
I barely had the door closed before Lindor was on me, her hands in my hair, her body pressed against mine. I walked her backward toward the bedroom, our mouths never breaking contact.
When the back of her knees hit the bed, she fell backward, pulling me down with her. I caught myself on my hands, hovering over her, and just looked.
She was so fucking beautiful. Her dark hair spread out on my pillow, her lips swollen from my kisses, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The red dress had ridden up, showing off her thighs, and I wanted to worship every inch of her.
"Why are you stopping?" she asked, her voice breathless.
"Because I want to remember this. You, in my bed, looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you want me as much as I want you."
She reached up, cupping my face. "I do want you. So stop staring and do something about it."
I didn't need to be told twice.
I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring it. My hands found the zipper of her dress, and I pulled it down slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin.
"You're killing me," she complained, arching up.
"Patience, Red."
"I don't want to be patient. I want you inside me."
Fuck. The things this woman did to me.
I peeled the dress off her, tossing it aside, and just stared. She was wearing black lace underneath, and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
"You're overdressed," she said, tugging at my shirt.
I sat back and pulled it over my head, then went to work on my jeans. Lindor watched, her eyes dark with want, and when I was finally naked, she bit her lip.
"Damn," she breathed. "Rennedy wasn't kidding."
I raised an eyebrow. "My sister talks to you about my body?"
"She may have mentioned that you work out. A lot." Her eyes traveled over me appreciatively. "She undersold it."
I crawled back over her, settling between her thighs. "I'm going to have words with my sister."
"Later." She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. "Right now, I need you to fuck me."
"Not yet." I kissed my way down her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. "First, I'm going to make you come with my mouth. Then my fingers. Then, if you're a good girl, I'll give you my cock."
She whimpered. "That's not fair."
"Life's not fair, baby." I unclasped her bra, tossing it aside, and took one nipple into my mouth. "But I promise you're going to enjoy it."