Sexy Wreck

Chapter 9

"Don't." His zygomaticus ticked, and he pressed his thumb against the rapid beat of the pulse in her wrist.

She frowned, wondering if the injury still caused him pain. "Does it still hurt?"

"You make me hurt" he said huskily, and released her hand. "And if you touch me again, if you stay, then consider yourself touched in return." The threat was inherently sexual, and wholly exciting. This time, Axelle knew exactly what was in store for her and was prepared to accept the consequences of her actions. Holding his gaze, she brazenly stroked her fingers along the scar, blatantly touching him. Daring him. "Then do it, because I'm not leaving until I get what I came here for."

In a lightning quick move, he lunged at her, buried his fingers in her hair, and pressed her up against the refrigerator with his hard, undeniably aroused body. With a low growl encompassing both frustration and urgent need, he slanted his mouth across hers and sank his tongue deep, kissing her just as recklessly as he had the night before. His mouth promised sin and unrestrained, carnal pleasure and she matched him stroke for stroke, chasing his tongue with her own, letting him know that she was with him all the way.

The feverish intensity between them was sizzling hot, the strength and immediacy of her arousal making her knees weak. She slid her arms around his waist and skimmed her hands down to cup his buttocks through soft, worn denim. The muscles tightened under her palms, and the long, hard length of him pushed insistently against the crux of her thighs. She felt the ite of his belt buckle against her hip, but she was too swamped with the desire and need coiling tighter and tighter within her to care about the mini discomfort.

With his lips still devouring her mouth with aggressive, utterly devastating kisses, he shoved the hem of her tank top up impatiently, baring her naked breasts to the cool air in the cabin. She shivered and moaned as his big, warms hands closed over her breast, rubbing and massaging the small mounds of flesh, then rolled her hard, sensitive nipples between his fingers.

He broke their kiss, lowered his head, and closed his mouth over her taut, aching breast. He laved her nipple with his tongue before nipping with his teeth, then sucked her strong and deep, until she felt the same seductive, pulling sensation in the pit of her belly. An electric jolt zapped through her, exploding in heated rippled that thrummed across her nerve endings.

Her skin tingled everywhere, hot and alive with sensation. She twined her fingers in his soft, thick hair, feeling breathless and dizzy and unable to do anything but hold on, let him have his way with her body, and give in to the four months of wild, pent-up passion between them.

He wedged his foot between hers, widening her stance. One hand left her breast and slid down her ribs to her belly.

Reaching the waistband of her shorts, he unraveled the tie with a quick yank, loosened the drawstring, and let her shorts drop to the floor.

She sucked in a quick breath, and her heart raced in anticipation as his hand slid between her thighs and his mouth turned to hers, hot and hungry and demanding, allowing her no escape. His fingers skimmed along the leg opening her panties, and then they were edging under it, delving through damp curls and gliding along the soft, swollen lips of her sex. A blunt finger slipped easily into her, followed by a second that seemed too much to take all at once. She whimpered into his mouth and stiffened, but then his thumb pressed against her cleft, right where she needed his touch the most, both soothing and arousing her at the same time.

As soon as she relaxed, he pushed her deeper, filling her, and her inner muscles clamped tight around his fingers, resisting the invasion. Her head rolled back against the wall, and she panted for air, wondering how she was going to be able to take all of him when the time came.

His big body shuddered, and he buried his face against her neck, his ragged breath hot and damp against her skin. "You are so fucking tight, so hot and wet" he rasped in her ear. "I want inside you."

Wanting that just as much, she gave him her answer. "Yes."

He withdrew his fingers, and she actually mourned the loss until he slid his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her off her feet. As if they'd done this a dozen times before, she automatically entrwined her arms around his neck, locked her ankles at the base of his spine, and held on tight as he carried her toward the bedroom

Once inside, he dropped her on the soft conforter covering the bed, the light in his eyes possessive and bright with lust as he dragged her panties off, nearly ripping them in his haste to get her naked. He left her tank top bunched above her bared breast, and with quick, urgent movement he shoved his own briefs and jeans down to his thighs, freeing his full, thick erection. Before she could look her fill, he was pushing her legs wide apart, and his dark head dipped down. The feel of his hot, damp mouth on her inner thigh shocked her, along with the scrape of his teeth and the swirl of his tongue as he burned a sensuous path up to the pulsing, aching core of her.

She moaned as he licked her clit in a hot, searing stroke.

Seemingly ruthless in his quest to make her come, he closed his warm, wet mouth over her and plunged his tongue deep. The pleasure was sharp and riveting and stole her breath. A low throbbing began in her belly, then spiraled down to her sex, and she grabbed handfuls of his hair, wanting more, needing more....