Page 80 of Axe Backwards
This.
This is what I had been missing.
The desperation and the pure want.
Squeezing my ass, he pulled me impossibly closer.
Moaning, I nipped at his lips. God. I needed more friction. More contact. More of him. All of him.
I was more achy, more desperate than I’d ever been before. Than I ever knew was possible.
“Fuck, Vic.” He pulled back, panting and wide-eyed, tangling one hand in my hair. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay? I lost control.”
If this was him out of control, I wanted it all the time.
“No.” I shifted, rubbing my center against his erection again to show him just how unhurt I was. “I like you wild.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how wild you make me. But we should stop before things get out of hand.”
I arched my back and dropped kiss after kiss along his jawline, reveling in the feel of him under me, his hands on me. “I want this.”
He tensed beneath me, and when he spoke, his tone was soft, uncertain. “Me?”
“Yes, hotshot. I want you. All of you.”
Between one breath and the next, he was standing, and I was in his arms. As he effortless carried me to his bedroom, he buried his face in my neck.
“Then I’m taking you to bed,” he said, his tone low and husky. “Sadly, it’s a twin, but I’ll make it work.”
Chapter 25
Noah
Shedding our clothes was a bit of a challenge. The room was so tiny that I banged my funny bone trying to get my T-shirt off.
I barely felt it.
Because Vic wanted me.
She’d said it.With words.
For weeks, I’d been convinced that it was one-sided, that the attraction would never be reciprocated. She’d told me outright she wasn’t interested. I didn’t understand how her feelings had changed so quickly. But knowing she felt the chemistry between us too made my heart feel like it was exploding in my chest.
Vic. In my bed.
Yes, it was a shitty twin in a closet-size bedroom in a sad little apartment, but none of that mattered when she looked up at me through those dark lashes, her eyes filled with lust.
This would no doubt produce some challenges, but I was more than up for it. The first challenge, getting her naked, wasn’t hard, despite the confined space, since she was wearing pajamas. I traced my fingers under the collar of her soft, loose-fitting shirt. She giggled as I ghosted over her collarbones.
I wanted to touch every inch of her, and then lick every inch of her.
My brain buzzed. Strategy, plan, focus. Where to start? What to do?
She pulled me down on top of her, kissing me deeply and making my mission clear. I’d make this woman mine. I’d claim her and savor her and worship her.
I’d make tonight count because I wasn’t sure I’d get another shot.
She mapped out the muscles of my back and my triceps, her hands eventually finding her way into my hair. When she tugged, a bolt of lightning hit the base of my spine. Fuck. Having her pinned beneath me was better than any fantasy.
