Page 71 of Axe-ing for Trouble
“But you’re hurt.”
“And I’ll tell you if I’m in pain. Now get naked.”
A laugh rumbled out of me. Even injured, Mila was not wasting any time.
“I mean it, Hebert. Strip!” She pushed at my chest. “I want a good look at you, Lumbersnack. Come on, don’t be shy.”
Biting back a smirk, I whipped my T-shirt off.
She whistled, spurring me on, but before I could do more, her hands were on me, running down my chest. She traced the lines of my tattoos along my ribs. “I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.”
“Edna St. Vincent Millay,” I explained. “She’s from Maine.”
“So the books of poetry aren’t just for show, huh?” She angled in and pressed a kiss to the ink. “I like that you tattoo poetry on your skin,” she said. “The quote on your back, it’s Rilke, right?”
I nodded. “It’s probably strange, but some words are so meaningful that I want them to be a permanent part of me.”
She kissed my sternum, then a few inches lower. Her lips blazed a trail down my stomach until she reached the button of my jeans. “It’s hot.” She peered up at me from beneath heavy lids.
Though she wasn’t wearing her sling, she kept her arm closer to her body for protection. “Can you help with my top? I know it’s not sexy, but—”
“The hell it’s not.”
I circled her, then brought my lips to her ear, gently biting the lobe while gathering the hem of her shirt. As I lifted it, I kissed down her neck. Then I carefully helped her pull her good arm out, then the injured one, leaving her only in her front zip bra.
“Pants too.” I pushed her sweats down a little more roughly, then I dropped to my knees and guided her hand to my shoulder so she could steady herself as she stepped out of them.
She stood before me, in her panties and bra, looking down on me with so much desire and affection it made my chest tighten.
I angled in and placed a kiss on her stomach.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I said.
She grasped my chin and tipped my face up. “I want to do everything.”
“As you wish, Trouble.” I stood, then guided her back to the bed and eased her legs apart.
I kissed and nibbled my way up one thigh, relishing the softness of her skin, then edged around her undies, teasing her, making her shudder, then pulling back.
Unable to control myself, I grazed my nose along the crease of her thigh and then the line of her panties, breathing in deep, feral at the scent of her arousal.
Pushing the thin fabric to the side, I licked my way to her center, and when I found her clit and she cried out, pride consumed me.
“Stay still, Trouble,” I chided, smiling up from between her thighs. “I’m working here.”
I tore her panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. Then I teased her entrance with my fingers. Fuck I’d missed her. She was wet and sweet and already moaning. Stroking and caressing, I worked her into a frenzy before slipping my fingers inside her.
As I stroked her inner wall, she screamed, and when I sucked on her clit, her body bowed off the bed. Cock straining, I picked up my pace, eager for every moan, every shudder.
When she screamed again, her muscles coiled tight, I growled, “Come for me.” Then I latched back on to her clit and doubled down. She tensed further, and then she was coming, her body convulsing as she pulled my hair and cried out.
Undeterred, I kept my rhythm steady until she was begging me to stop. As I sat back, she collapsed into an exhausted heap on the bed. Looming over her like this, I admired my work. Mila was laid out, naked and exhausted. The sight made me feel a hundred feet tall.
I was still reveling when she opened her eyes and gave me a wolfish grin. “That. Was. Spectacular.”
Cock pressing painfully against my zipper, I stood, but before I could unbutton my pants, she was up, doing it for me.
She pushed them down in a hurry, leaving my cock standing at full attention, peeking out from the top of my boxers.
