Page 87 of Axe-identally Married
My heart took off at a breakneck pace.
Standing this close, the warmth of her body seeped into me. Fuck, I wanted to grab her and pull her into me, eliminate any distance between us forever. But I was frozen, uncertain. This was a significant moment. Maybe the most significant of my life.
In the end, I didn’t have to drag her to me. She cupped both cheeks now and pulled me down until our lips met. God, the feel of her mouth on mine only got better each time.
My hands were on her body, touching her the way I’d always wanted to but was too afraid to try.
With one hand splayed on her ass, I squeezed, pulling a gasp from her. I drank it in, loving the sensation. I wanted to hear that sound over and over again, turn it into the soundtrack of the rest of my life.
“Cole.”
Groaning at the sound of my voice on her lips, I kissed my way up the column of her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.
“I want to tell you something.”
Slipping my hands under the hem of her sweater, I murmured nonsensically into her skin, too lost in her body to form a coherent response.
“I don’t have a ton of experience.”
Heart lurching, I dropped my hands.
“Are you…?”
“A virgin?” She huffed a laugh. “No, not even close. But my hookup history is limited, and I worry—”
Angling close again, I put a finger to her lips. “There is nothing you have to worry about.”
Cupping her cheeks, I pecked her lips and pulled back, forcing her to make eye contact.
“We can go slow,” I promised. “And there’s nothing I won’t teach you. Nothing I won’t give you.”
She smiled, reaching down to grip my throbbing erection. “But that’s the thing.” She bit her lip, and it was almost my undoing. “I don’t want to go slow. I want you. All of you.”
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to remain calm and focused. I wanted her so badly, but more than anything, I wanted to make this experience perfect for her.
“Okay, but I’m gonna take my time.” I hauled her up and threw her over my shoulder. I might be wrong, but I had a feeling she’d be more comfortable in her own room.
“Duck,” I said as I walked through the doorway and toward her room. The last thing I needed was to injure her.
And as I flipped her onto the bed, she giggled, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.
“Not so fast.” I pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Then sucked in a sharp breath as I was greeted with the sight of her perfect breasts in a black bra.
“Better take off the pants too. Get comfortable,” I teased.
With a roll of her eyes, she pushed her leggings down. “You too.”
I stripped in a millisecond, leaving myself naked and crazed for my wife. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
A flush crept up her cheeks and down to her chest. Fuck. The sight only amped up my need. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Hovering over her, balancing with one arm, I kissed her while easing her bra straps over her shoulders.
“Tell me what you like,” I whispered, grabbing a handful of one incredible tit.
Her breath hitched, and she tensed beneath me. “I’m not sure.”
Fuck, I wasn’t having any of that, so I kissed her again. “Even better. Then I get to play.”
