Page 106 of Pain in the Axe
God, if only we’d been less stupid.
Here, in his arms, was where I was meant to be. And in hindsight, maybe my convoluted revenge plan had always secretly been an attempt to get back here, to what I needed most.
He tipped my chin up and kissed me, his lips hungry and firm.
Instantly, my body melted into his. How could I go from emotional to horny so quickly? I’d blame the pregnancy, but I had a feeling it was him.
With each touch from him, my body lit from within. Every brush of his fingers, every heave of his chest, sent electricity coursing through me.
We were connected on a physical level I couldn’t understand.
Just the sensation of his hands on my skin had me breathless and grabbing at the waistband of his pants.
“Gus,” I said, desperate for him.
In response to that one-word plea, he rolled my nipple between his fingers, eliciting a gasp from me. He was only touching me over my clothes, and already I was close to combusting.
“Please.”
With far too much ease, he picked me up and placed me on the wide workbench. When I was settled, he took a step back to take his shirt off. I’d never get tired of the hair on his chest or his comforting bulk. His presence was comforting, safe. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before. And it was intoxicatingly sexy.
“Pants too,” I commanded.
Chuckling, he pushed them down and stepped out of them.
When he was finally naked, I wiggled on top of the table. “Get over here.”
He scratched his chin and smiled. “Patience, Dragonfly. You look so damn hot spread out surrounded by my tools. I need a second to appreciate the view.”
My stomach swooped. “Okay, I get it. Lumberjack fantasy unlocked. You want me to wear a flannel shirt too?
“Fuck yes,” he growled, finally stepping closer. With a hand on my hip and another at the back of my neck, he pulled me into a rough kiss.
“You know,” I said as he kissed my neck while deftly unbuttoning my shirt. “That day you chopped wood in town, I was so worked up I went home and played with my toys while imagining you and that axe.”
He froze and pulled back. “Stop and tell me. In detail.”
Lurching forward, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to kiss him again.
“Oh no, Dragonfly.” He gently peeled me off him and held me at arm’s length. “I want to hear all about how you touched this pretty pussy thinking about me.”
My entire body heated. This was not the kind of thing I’d usually admit to, but the way he stood before me, naked and hard, made me brave.
I reached out, palming his erection. “I suppose I could,” I said, biting his earlobe. “When I got home that afternoon, I got naked, slid between my sheets, and got my rose.”
My shirt and bra were off now, and I wasn’t sure if that was by design or if they’d fallen off my body because I was so turned on.
“And you thought about me.”
“Yesss,” I said, relishing the way his hard, hot length felt in my hand. “About how strong you are and what it felt like to have you inside me.”
“Jesus,” he moaned. “Get your pants off.”
In one quick movement, he picked me up and placed me on the floor. A second later, my shorts and panties had been kicked to the side, and Gus had found a small stepstool.
“Stand here.” He spun me around, helped me up, guided my hands to the workbench, and pressed between my shoulder blades. “That’s a good girl. Now spread wide for me.”
He trailed his fingertips down my spine, making my legs shake, then ghosted over my ass and dipped inside me.
