Page 65 of Axe-ing for Trouble
“Yes,” she whispered softly, angling her head to give me more access.
God, what I wouldn’t do to kiss that neck.
Fuck, I’d bite it too, if I could. Every inch of her was so delicious.
Focus, idiot.
I dug my thumbs into the muscles in her neck.
In response, she let out a contented sigh.
My body locked up.
Control. Control, I chanted in my head. If she thought this was good, she had no idea what else I could do with my hands, my mouth, my dick. God, the thought had my jeans getting tight.
Every time she sighed, her chest heaved, and from my vantage point, I had the perfect view of the tops of her breasts as they spilled out of the too-tight sports bra. As I worked, I was assaulted with memories of how they felt, the light weight of them in my hands, and how fucking good her skin tasted when I licked and sucked and teased her nipples into peaks. Being this close was pure torture.
I squeezed my eyes shut, then tilted my head back. When I opened them again, I stared up at the ceiling, forcing myself to remember the cracks that I’d had to repair and all the days of painting I’d endured. This house was my solace, the project that had given my life meaning and purpose during some dark times.
For so long, I’d thought I was doing well. I enjoyed my job and was proud of my home. I spent time with my brothers and played with the band any time I wanted. The gigs allowed plenty of opportunities to socialize and hook up when it suited me.
In the two weeks she’d been here, Mila had changed this house, and she was changing me. I felt more alive than I had in years. Even my dog was happier.
“That feels so good,” she said. “It hurts a little, but I think I like it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut again and held my breath.Dammit, Mila. Did she have any idea how thin the thread I was hanging on to was?
“Great,” I said, my voice almost cracking.
I scooted back, releasing my hold on her. I needed to get out of here. Go for a run. Jump in the freezing-cold lake. Something. Anything to stop the hormones raging inside me and tame my attraction to this woman.
“Thank you.” She turned and gave me a shy smile.
“Yeah.” I stood abruptly, turning so she couldn’t see the bulge in my jeans, then strode to the kitchen.
“I’ve, um, I’ve got chores to do. Gotta go.”
Chapter21
Mila
Fuck a duck on a goddamn truck. Jesus.
Had I seriously asked the man to give me a massage?
My instincts were screaming for me to run. To throw my shoes on and hide in the forest. Paint my face with mud so I’d blend in with the trees and die a slow death from exposure. I’d be alone, and it’d likely be painful, but at least I’d be spared this embarrassment.
The look on his face when I turned? He’d looked angry.
And he didn’t even have it in him to be a dick.
As always, he’d been kind. Practical.
And he’d looked like a goddamn snack.
I paced the living room. Ripley followed me for a bit, but before long, she lost interest. This house was too small. Even this state was too small.
This humiliation would follow me forever. There was no way he hadn’t noticed how heavily I’d been breathing, how hard my nipples were.
