Page 74 of Axe-ing for Trouble
Now, the question was, when could we do it again? And could this become an indefinite arrangement?
I opened my mouth to suggest that very thing, but she spoke first.
“I want to level set,” she said slowly. “This was a danger bang.”
My stomach sank. “Sorry, what?”
“I’ve been in this situation before. Adrenaline is high, and we’re stuck together, running from bad guys. It’s a cocktail for wild sex. Trust me, people in war zones fuck like bunnies.”
I sat up, straightening my glasses. Talk about adrenaline. I was hit with a new rush of it.
“How many?” I blurted out. Bile rose up my throat. Calling what we had just donebangingreally stung my ego. “You know, uh”—fuck, I didn’t want to use the term, but I didn’t want to scare her off either—“danger bangs? Is this a regular thing for you?”
She sat up too, her breasts bouncing in a way that made my brain go blank.
“Don’t you dare slut shame me.” She poked me in the chest, her lip curling. “Like you should talk, Mr. Musician with soulful eyes and poetic tattoos.”
Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t a possessive caveman. I didn’t judge people and I certainly hadn’t meant to imply that she’d done something wrong. But the mention of other men had made me see red.
“You,” she continued poking my bare chest, “are sluttier than a pair of gray sweatpants, so you do not get to judge me.”
I held my hands up. “I wasn’t judging. I promise. I only got a little possessive.” Grasping at straws, desperate to placate her, I kissed her neck. “Forgive me, Trouble. I’m drunk on you. The smell of you, the taste of your skin. Don’t blame me for things I say while under the influence.”
My hands had a mind of their own, already cupping her breasts.
She let out a sigh, head dropped back against the headboard. “You really know how to apologize to a girl.”
With a grin, I cuffed her neck and captured her mouth. “You can’t blame a guy for wanting more than one night.”
She shifted beside me, giving me more access to her body. “I don’t make long-term promises, Jude. Life is too volatile. Especially now.”
With a noncommittal hum, I captured one of her perfect nipples in my mouth, sucking and lathing and nipping.
She was right, this probably was a danger bang. And yes, our entire world could come crashing down tomorrow. But that only made me want her more. A real connection. Something to hang on to when times were tough.
“The only promise I’m offering is to make you come as many times as I can.” I kissed her sternum, then gave the other nipple attention.
She cried out and gripped my cock, which was hard and desperate for her.
“I like that idea.”
* * *
It wasafter midnight when I let Ripley out for the last time and emptied the dishwasher. Mila was out cold, but I couldn’t sleep. My body was vibrating, itching to move.
I could only watch her sleep for so long. I’d already felt like a creeper. Any longer, and I didn’t think I could live with myself.
Plus, I had to do something with my hands so I could process what we’d done.
I’d been impulsive. I’d followed my gut and not my brain.
Fuck. I couldn’t even blame it on my gut. No, I’d followed my dick. And it had led to spectacular results. Even so, I was second-guessing myself. One night with Mila would never be enough.
I knew that from experience. I’d had one night more than a year ago and hadn’t stopped thinking about her since.
How the hell had I ever thought I could get her out of my system?
Especially now that I knew her, now that I’d held her?
