“You asked me last night if this is something.” Her face is open, her voice sincere, and I can see it in her eyes, she’s telling the truth. “It’s more than something. It’s everything. I don’t want to leave.”
Her words hit me in the heart.
It’s everything.
“You don’t?”
She shakes her head. “These past couple of days have meant more to me than—well, fuck, anything. Being here with you, getting to know you, letting go of every expectation, and opening myself up to things that are real … I don’t want it to end.”
Her eyes fill with heat, and she bites down on her bottom lip as one finger trails across my chest and down to the ridges of my abdominal muscles. I shiver beneath her touch because goddamnit, this woman has me spellbound.
I don’t want this to end either.
But she needs to know who she is dealing with.
Who I am.
What I have done.
A part of me—a very small part of me—wants to warn her to run. To think about what she is saying.
To think about what she is getting herself into.
I know I don’t fit into her world.
But if she says the word, I will fight to stay in it.
If she wants me.
Because when she finds out who I am, there is a good chance she won’t want me anymore.
“You don’t know me,” I whisper.
She raises an eyebrow at me. “I know enough. But I want to know more. I want to know everything there is about you. What you like. What you don’t.”
She licks her lips as her fingers flitter down the trail of hair toward where the sheet lays across my hips, disappearing beneath it and brushing against my hard cock.
Yeah, the moment she started talking like she saw a future with me, I got hard.
Her eyes darken and she throws the sheet off me.
“I’m not ready to say goodbye,” she says.
And I’ll never be, my heart answers.
She flicks her long hair over her shoulder and slides her firm thighs on either side of me, taking my cock in her hand. Bending her head, she wraps her beautiful lips over the wide crown and draws me deep into her throat, sending me into outer space as she starts to fuck me with her mouth.
I grab the bed beneath me.
This woman. This fucking amazing goddess.
I am done for.
At her mercy.
Pleasure tightens in my belly.
I don’t want this to end.
I want this incredible woman’s hands on me every day.
My head falls back.
Every damn day.
My pulse quickens as she swallows the thick, veiny shaft into her mouth and sucks hard. I bite down on my lip and my toes curl, my breathing growing ragged as my orgasm rises like a wave and threatens to crest.
“Lauren …” Her name is a growl because I’m about to come.
Just as I’m about to ejaculate, she rips her mouth away and shifts above me, taking my cock in her hand and lining it up to her soaking pussy, she sinks down on it and takes me deep into her tight body.
My eyes roll back in my head. Fuck. Me. She’s so damn wet. So fucking tight. So damn perfect.
She rides my cock and moans as she takes all of me. And she takes me hard. I’ve never known anything like it. The pleasure. The sensations. They rattle my senses.
She reaches for my hands, and with a whimper begins to massage them into her breasts and I can’t take anymore. I cry out as my cock pulses my release deep into her, over and over, throbbing my cum into her body. And suddenly, I think about making her pregnant. Filling her with my baby. And the thought makes me come harder, prolonging my climax until I lose myself in the fantasy and dream of a life that was never meant for me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
LAUREN
As I walk to the bathroom to shower, Axel’s cum slides down my thighs and I smile, aroused by the idea of being full of him. And for a moment I let myself fantasize about my belly swelling with his baby, about making love and creating a new life. His baby. And my smile grows bigger.
I shower and my heart feels light.
I’m in love with him.
I know that now.
And I want to stay here with him.
As his woman.
His lover.
I want to wake up to his thick cock every day.
I want to hear his moans of ecstasy in my ear every morning and night.
I want to walk around naked among the pine trees and crisp mountain air.
I want to carry his babies.
I want a life here on the mountain.
With him.
I know it’s crazy.
My mind is made up. I snap off the faucet and step out of the shower. When I’m dressed, I find Axel dressed in a pair of black cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt. Christ, he’s so damn sexy. He looks like he’s about to kick in some doors and arrest some bad men.
Except … what if he is the bad man?
The idea slides into my mind.
I’m a fugitive.
The thought momentarily stalls me. But I push it to the back of my mind because I refuse to believe he has a bad bone in that delicious body.
Hearing me walk into the room, he turns around and slays me with his smile. And I decide right then and there that I don’t care what he has done. I know it’s crazy. Hell, the whole thing is absurd. But when you know… you know.
I want to be with him.
Yet …
Something niggles inside me.
Something I can’t put my finger on.
But I put it down to the fact that I know he is keeping something from me, and have to trust that he’ll tell me when he’s ready.
It can’t be that bad. He’s a good person.
“Ready?” he asks.
When I nod, he takes my hand and we run through the light rain to his Jeep.
“Are you ready to do this?” he asks before starting the engine.
I look into his beautiful green eyes.
“I’m just going to tell my daddy I’m safe. I’m not going to tell him where I am.” I click my seatbelt into place. “And I’m going to tell him I want to stay here until I’m ready to go back.”
His eyes search mine.
“You really want to stay here with me?”
I nod. “There is so much I want, Axel. And all of it involves you.”
Love shimmers on his face. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes, more than anything.”
His smile is deeply beautiful as he leans over and takes my face in his hands. His lips find mine, and the kiss is slow and intense. Heat radiates off him, and I can feel the love as his mouth moves sensually over mine.
“Let’s get this over with so we can get back,” I moan against his lips. Because I’m already aroused and want nothing more than to ring my father, and then get back to the cabin so I can spend the afternoon lost in Axel again. My pussy throbs, wanting to feel him sliding in and out of me.
Axel must feel the same way because when he pulls back, he has to adjust the rigid outline of his cock through his cargo pants.
“Look at what you’re doing to me, princess? I’m hard as a fucking rock for you all the fucking time.”
My hand slides over the bulge and I give him a gentle squeeze. “Hold onto that thought.”
He cocks a sexy eyebrow at me. “You keep doing that, and I won’t be able to help myself.”