He grabbed her wrist before desire overwhelmed his better sense and he threw her onto the bed and fucked her senseless. They’d get there soon; he’d make sure of it.
Axel lifted her hand to his neck. As if she’d read his mind, she curled her slender fingers around him, caressed her way over his shoulder and eased closer, that lush mouth falling just under his. She parted her rosy lips, and her lids slid shut. At once, she managed to look both eager and beautiful. When she rose up on her tiptoes, his patience ended.
Gripping her shoulders, Axel swooped down and claimed her mouth. He took more than a brush of lips, wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple caress. No, he lifted one hand to cup her jaw and apply just enough pressure to force her mouth open for him. He delved deep, fascinated by her taste—complex and addicting. Just being this near her made his head swim, his blood tingle. Some instinct kicked him in the gut, telling him this moment was significant and he’d better drink it in.
He could analyze that to death and probably would—later. Right now, the most fascinating, willing woman stood naked in his bedroom, melting against him. Jesus, she had the softest skin, too. Her proposition had been one hell of a turn-on, but the minute he’d touched her, she’d downshifted and put herself in his hands.
As he slanted his mouth the other way for deeper penetration, her flavor assailed him again. She groaned into their kiss as his tongue tangled with hers. At the sound, his knees went the way of his head—suddenly unstable, floating, not quite functioning.
He groped for the nearby bed, then toppled her onto it. He didn’t bother lying beside her. Fuck that. He settled her against him, then rolled her directly under him, spreading her legs with a shove of his thighs. She didn’t give him a single iota of fight.
The few seconds his lips had been away from hers seemed like a torturous decade, and he sent his mouth crashing onto hers again. She yielded in welcome, which both soothed and baited the hungry beast inside him. What was it about this woman that lit his body on fire? That had his libido doing a happy dance?
As if he could only find the answer inside her, Axel thrust his way into her mouth again and gripped her hips, arching the length of his weeping cock against her bare pussy, cursing the denim keeping them apart. Some distant part of his brain calculated how long it would take him to rip open his fly and find a condom. Before he could compute the answer, his beauty arched into him, pressing her hard nipples to his chest, rubbing her sex against his own as if desperate for relief. And the freaking little whimpers she made in her throat short-circuited his brain. His restraint died a quick death.
“If you don’t want me inside you in the next sixty seconds, say so now.”
She panted, her eyes wide and clinging. “Can you make it less than thirty?”
Oh, fuck. “I’ll go for ten.”
He stumbled to his feet, shoving his jeans and underwear off, then kicking them aside. In his nightstand, he fumbled for a condom and wondered why the hell he was as excited as a teenager with his first girlfriend. The urgency ripped fire through him like an aphrodisiac, sizzling his skin.
Axel had no doubt this woman was about to rock his world—and he wasn’t even sure why.
He tore open the foil and rolled the condom down his length. His gorgeous supplicant wasn’t helping when she sat up and ran her fingers down his abdomen, his thighs, then his buttocks as she leaned in, kissing and nipping at his hips, his thighs. When she laved his balls with a low little moan, he fucking lost his mind.
Axel pushed her to her back and spread her legs. “You want to play dirty?”
“I want you inside me.”
His urge to dominate warred with his need to be buried balls deep. He gritted his teeth, then pushed her farther across the bed and fell to the mattress between her spread legs, his mouth hovering just over her cunt.
Her breath caught. “What happened to ten seconds? Those are up.”
“I can’t let the opportunity to tease this pretty pussy pass me by.” He dragged his fingers across the smooth skin. Like a baby’s butt. Not a bump or a hair to flaw the perfectly silken pad.
At his touch, her entire body tensed. When she tried to lift her hips to him, he held her down.
“You can’t throw it at me. I’ll take it when I’m ready.” He gave her an evil smile. “When I know you’re beyond ready . . .”
She tossed her head back, melting into his mattress. “Please, Axel. Don’t make me wait. It already feels as if I’ve waited forever.”
Perversely, that only made him want to torture her more. “Poor baby. Patience a problem for you?”
She cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. “I ache. Everywhere.”
Her high, thready voice slammed his libido. But the visual of her fondling her own flesh in a desperate search for relief rocketed his desire to soaring, new heights. Holy hell, if he’d ever wanted a woman so badly he was damn near ready to climb out of his skin and crawl over jagged glass to have her, he didn’t remember it.
Still, she didn’t get to control the tempo and timing of their sex. She especially didn’t get to control him. He grabbed her hands and forced them to her sides, holding each beside her corresponding hip.
She protested with a wail and spread her legs wider. “Please. Don’t make me wait. I’ve never felt this way. I don’t know how to . . .”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Join the party.”
Surprise widened her eyes. She hadn’t thought he’d want her the same way in return? Had some douchebag belittled her in the past? Refused her harshly? That dude’s loss was his precious gain.
Then her scent wafted up to him and brain function shut down. He had to have her flavor on his tongue now or he’d go in-fucking-sane.
Pinning her wrists beside her, he bent and raked his tongue through her slit, through her swollen folds, all the way from the soft, juicy opening he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into, up to the candy clit so sweetly hard for him, it jolted another spark of need through his system.
Under him, she twisted. He repeated the motion, this time more slowly, lingering on the needy bud of her nerves and toying with it, using the tip of his tongue, the edge of his teeth, the suction of his mouth. She cried out, thrashing, but he kept her immobile under his bigger body, holding her still for his pleasure.
“Axel . . .”
Something about the way she said his name in that pleading, high-pitched keen had his blood boiling. It wasn’t about power or a need to control. With most any woman, he could hold a part of himself away and almost clinically determine a tactical plan to dismantle her defenses and take her body apart before systematically implementing his strategy and enjoying the victory of conquering her with orgasms. This woman dragged him into a need that sucked him under like quicksand. The more he fought for control, the less he had. Yes, he wanted her pleasure. Hell, he wanted her screaming as she dug her nails in his back and shattered for him. But planning a sensual conquering was the farthest thing from his mind. Right now, he couldn’t manage much more than lapping at her pussy like a starving man at an ambrosia buffet.
The soft, sweet perfection of her filled his mouth. Everything about her—every texture, flavor, sensation—addicted him. He’d been interested in the bar, intrigued as they made their way to his house and kissed in the kitchen, but now he’d fucking die if he didn’t have her frantic and clawing and taking every inch of him.
Under his hungry mouth, her flesh swelled even more. She tensed. Her fists flailed, grabbed at the sheets. A series of gasps, each higher-pitched than the last, juiced his need and melted his resolve.
He shoved a finger inside her, groaning as her tight flesh parted for his invasion like slick silk, then sucked at him in a silent plea. Jesus, she was going to dismantle him with this pussy, and he couldn’t wait.