“It’s stunning. I don’t know that I’d ever go out if this was my home.”
“Well, it’s not quite this nice during the day, and certainly not as alluring when it’s below freezing outside.”
“Still.” I leaned back against him, letting the warmth of his body penetrate my skin. It was hot out, but Axel was hotter, his touch setting my skin on fire. I couldn’t think when we were together like this, my body already on alert, anxious for the pleasure I knew he would bring. I craved his touch, though I’d only experienced it twice, and I couldn’t wait for more.
“Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?” he asked, fingers skimming my breasts over the outside of my dress.
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
“You have to ask?”
“Baby, I’ll always ask, always put your pleasure before mine.”
“Shouldn’t it be mutual?” I asked, turning to face him and lacing my fingers together behind his neck.
“Just being with you is my pleasure,” he said in a gruff voice. He slanted his head over mine and kissed me. I melted against him, my mouth molding to his, letting him guide me wherever he wanted me to go. It was so damn hot, so sensual, I couldn’t wait for him to take me, to make me feel like he had the other two times we’d been together. Whatever it was that combusted whenever we were together, it grew exponentially each time he touched me.
His hands were under my dress, palming my ass, pulling me against him, his erection pressed against my leg. He was still kissing me, even as he slid the dress up, only letting up long enough to pull it over my head and drop it to the floor.
“I don’t ever want you to wear a bra when we’re alone,” he whispered, drawing me against him again.
“I don’t want to wear anything when we’re alone,” I whispered back, my eyes boring into his.
He quietly groaned in response. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Yes.” I smiled up into his handsome face. “I think I do.” I reached for the buttons on his dress shirt, undoing them one at a time, until that gorgeous torso of his was bare. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, running my hands down his biceps. His body was sculpted, muscular perfection, and memories of what it was like to grind on his lap made my breath hitch in anticipation.
“You wet for me, baby?”
“So wet,” I breathed as his lips found mine again. I was in nothing but my thong and sandals, and I fumbled with his belt, yanking it open and then moving on to his slacks.
“I was thinking we’d try reverse cowgirl tonight,” he said, stepping out of his pants. “That way, you can see the view of the city while I’m inside of you.”
“Reverse…” My voice faded. I had no idea what that was. I read a fair amount, and had even watched a little porn, but I wasn’t familiar with this term.
“I’ll show you,” he said, backing us onto a lounge chair. He pulled me onto his lap and started to kiss me again. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling just enough to make me moan, the small sting of pain dueling with the pleasure of his mouth on mine. I’d kissed a handful of men over the years, but no one kissed like Axel. He was as tender as he was passionate, making love to me with his lips, his tongue, even his teeth.
He played my body like a musical instrument, making me hum with passionate music that radiated from the inside out. It was a little overwhelming, how good it was when we were together. I didn’t understand it, and part of me was terrified of getting hurt, but there was no way for me to walk away from this. From him. He was the man I’d always dreamed of, though I certainly hadn’t envisioned an American bodyguard.
His fingers trailed along my skin, over my hips, my thighs, and between my legs. No matter how intense our passion got, the tenderness remained. He slid two fingers inside of me and I spread my legs further apart, giving him full access. Physically, it was a sexual move, but emotionally, it was indicative of everything I was feeling. We didn’t have to say the words for me to understand I was his. Whether he knew or accepted that, that we were somehow bound together, I had no way of knowing, but it didn’t matter what he did, only what we felt together.
He adjusted me on his lap, facing away from him, and slid into me with almost surgical precision. Maybe it was the angle, or the fact that it was my first time doing this without nervousness or even the tiny hint of pain, but the sensation of having him inside of me again was even better than before. My breath left me in a rush, and I squeezed his forearms with my fingers. He guided me slowly, gently, giving me time to get used to the rhythm he was setting. In, stop, out. Repeat. My hips moved of their own volition, taking him deeper and guiding the pressure on my clit until I was desperate for release.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he growled, gripping my hips, fingers digging into my skin almost painfully. He was deep inside of me, thick and hard and taking me somewhere far away. The lights of the city blurred into one big mishmash of color, and as my orgasm shot out of me, Axel’s cry of pleasure joined mine. We moved in sync, lost in a moment that belonged to just us.
He held me tightly, lips skimming my shoulder as I finally came back to the present. I’d been somewhere else while he made love to me, and the aftermath was always a little disappointing, because there was a part of me that was afraid he didn’t feel what I felt, that he would send me away and I’d be without this magic.
I dropped my head back onto his shoulder and he rested one hand on my side. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, gently rubbing one hip. “That may bruise tomorrow.”
“It’s fine,” I said softly. “It was wonderful. What did you call this position again? Reverse…?”
“Cowgirl.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re straddling me like a horse, but in reverse, since you’re facing out.”
“Cowgirl?”
“A cowboy typically straddles a horse, but since you’re a girl…”
“I see.” I giggled. “I thought I knew English pretty well, but I don’t think sex positions are anything I’ve studied.”
“Well, I plan to teach you all of them.” He continued stroking my hip, my outer thigh, the indentation of my waist. His touch was gentle but firm enough not to tickle me and I rested against him.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” he asked.
“I’m going to talk with my parents,” I told him. “And then I’m going to talk with Shannon about working with her at the school.”
“Is that something that’ll make you happy?”
“If I can work with computers, I’ll be happy.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help, I will.”
“I know.” I put one of my hands over his. “Will I see you tomorrow?”
“I work out in the morning, daily security briefing, surveillance and reconnaissance all afternoon, and then evening duties vary. Sometimes on, sometimes off, sometimes I get a call to rescue a woman hiding in a closet.”
“Don’t you ever have days off?”
“Not usually, and definitely not now that Sandor and Lennox are on their honeymoon.”
“But you love what you do, yes?”