Page 107 of Pain in the Axe
“Soaked already,” he growled, gripping my hip with one hand and lining himself up.
And then he was pushing inside me. I arched my back, gripping the worktop. Fuck, this was hot. The stool was just high enough to put him at the most delicious angle, where I could feel every single bump and ridge of him.
Heat raced up my spine as he looped an arm around my hip and placed his thumb on my clit. When he rubbed softly, I couldn’t stop a long, low moan from escaping.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know if I can hold on.”
Knowing he was on the edge of losing control was so damn hot. I wanted him wild and feral and full of lust for me.
“Don’t hold back.”
With his other hand, he gripped my hip so hard it would probably leave bruises. I moaned, my eyes rolling back. Delirious, I pushed back against him, clenching my core muscles, and he thrust hard and fast, leaving me with no choice but to hold on to the table so I didn’t fall off the stool.
“Chloe,” he groaned as his movements became erratic. His frenzy was all it took to send me over the edge. Fireworks exploded sharply inside me, making my vision blur. Shaking, I screamed his name as I came, and as the tremors subsided, his thick length grew harder. Then he was shouting my name and slamming into me one last time, jolting me with pleasure.
I was face down on the workbench, sucking in oxygen, when he scooped me into his arms and carried me through the garage and into the house.
“I can walk,” I protested.
“Doubtful,” he said, looking very pleased with himself.
“Okay, maybe I can’t,” I admitted. My legs were still shaking, and I kind of liked the feeling of being curled up against his hairy chest.
Once we were inside his room, he laid me gently on the bed, then disappeared. When he returned a moment later, he was holding a glass of water.
“We’re hydrating and snuggling,” he declared, settling beside me on the mattress. “And then I’m going to fuck you again, but on the bed so I can take my time.”
I gulped the water, letting it cool my body. We were both completely naked, and I felt no shame at all. In fact, I felt delirious.
“Solid plan,” I said. Putting my glass down.
He pulled the comforter up over us and opened his arms.
With a contented sigh, I settled in against his chest. I’d never considered myself a snuggler, but this giant man furnace was far too irresistible.
I surveyed his nightstand, sizing up the pile of books. Pregnancy, newborns, breastfeeding, childhood brain development. It looked like he’d emptied an entire section of a bookstore.
“You weren’t kidding about the reading you’ve been doing.” I leaned over, snatched the top book, and flipped through it. This one was calledCribsheetand claimed to be a data-driven guide to parenting.
“Nope. You didn’t believe me?” He pulled me closer, kissing my neck as I wiggled up against him. “I know I’m a dumb lumberjack, but I can read.”
My face burned with shame. “No,” I said, locking eyes with him, hoping he could see the sincerity in my expression. “I’m just impressed. Most guys think it’s the woman’s job to figure it all out.”
He sat up, his broad, hairy chest on display, and glared at me. “I’m not most guys.”
My heart thumped hard. He really wasn’t.
“In fact, I’m not a guy at all,” he said. “I’m a father.”
Those three words sent a thrill through me. His commitment to this baby, the initiative he’d taken to read all the books I didn’t have time to get to, was hot.
“The moment you told me, I was flooded with love for this child. I don’t care that he or she is only the size of a blueberry. They’re precious to me, and so are you. So I’m gonna read and learn and study up so I can do the best fucking job possible.”
God, I was in love with this man. How had I not realized it until this moment?
I didn’t know whether to jump him or cry. The hormones were no joke. So I settled on the former.
Sitting up, I pushed him back. As he settled against his pillows, I straddled him and kissed my way down his chest, relishing the way he hardened in response to my attention.
