Chapter Eleven
Caitlin
I know. What the heck kind of response is that? I spilled my dirty little secret and he just says I know? Under the hot water, I stare at the wall, mouthing the words. I’m at a loss. I pretty much just told him I want to sleep with him. And he said I know.
What the heck am I supposed to do with that?
With a frustrated sigh, I turn off the water and step out of the shower onto the bath mat. He hands me a towel without even turning my direction. I take it with a quiet thank you, still trying to figure out what to do now.
Wrapping the towel around myself, I secure it well enough and step toward the sink. And my foot slips out from under me. A shocked squeal rips painfully from my throat. I don’t even see him move, but suddenly I’m in his arms, cradled safely and no longer falling.
And the towel is no longer wrapped around my body.
I freeze, unable to even breathe as his eyes blaze white-hot on my skin. My nipples harden under his scrutiny and goose bumps pepper my skin. His muscles tighten, his whole body tense and steely. Arousal screams through every nerve ending I have and I swallow hard.
He’s looking at my body like he wants to devour me and I can feel my heartbeat slamming in my chest. His heat beats back the cooler air and I know I’m making his clothes damp. But he’s still gripping me tightly. He’s still staring at me, his eyes appraising every inch of my body slowly, sensuously.
Tingling heat floods my core and spreads outward toward my fingers and toes. Nobody’s ever looked at me like this. With reverence. With hunger.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Struggling to pull in a breath, I manage to inhale. Too late, I realize this looks bad. This single, deep breath pushes my chest out. His eyes tick to mine and I see his cheek ripple. He growls, a primal sound that sends a shiver down my spine.
And he lowers his lips to mine.
Heat explodes through my body and I wrap an arm around his shoulders. Like I weigh nothing, he picks me up and carries me out to the bed. His weight presses down between my hips excitingly as he lowers me to the bed. I feel the roughness of his pants against my naked flesh. I feel how hard he is under them. But I’m not afraid. I’m excited. I want more.
My hips tilt and I feel his tongue flick over my lip. Opening my mouth to him, I enjoy the way he takes control. The way he demands more while his body promises I’ll love every second. It feels so deliciously wicked to be naked like this with him pinning me down on the bed while he’s dressed.
I can’t seem to breathe normally. Every breath is ragged and uneven as his hand skims up my side and presses to my breast. I whimper as his thumb runs over my nipple. The jolt of pleasure and my inhale seems to break him and he growls again. His lips leave mine and his teeth scrape along my jawline.
It’s all I can do not to moan. To buck my hips and demand more. This is exquisite torture. Pressing my head back into the bed, I enjoy his lips trailing down the skin of my throat and along my breastbone. A shiver tickles down my back as his tongue traces the divot at the base of my throat with aggravating slowness, like he’s happy taking his time. I want him to move faster. My back arches up into him as he drags his teeth along my collar bone.
I watch him rear up and rip his shirt off. His muscles bounce and ripple as he balls it up and throws it to the ground before shoving his pants away. Even the thought of lifting my head and actually looking at him makes my cheeks burn. So I don’t. His eyes are locked on mine as he drops on me like a great jungle cat falling on prey. His hot skin covers mine and I whimper in sheer pleasure at the sensation.
“Axl,” I whimper.
His lips meet mine again and I feel the hot tip of him brush my inner thigh. I can’t help but moan as he breaks the kiss to do something between us. I realize he’s using a condom and tears well up in my eyes. He’s being careful. Maybe for selfish reasons, but I appreciate it.
Suddenly, his lips brush mine again and I feel him fill me with one powerful thrust.
I cry out, but the pain is overcome by pleasure as he picks up a rhythm and holds onto me with strong, gentle arms.
“You’re so wet,” he growls in my ear. The words send my heart into overdrive and I feel faint with the onslaught of stimuli.
I whimper an agreement, unable to even process words. I should be ashamed of his rough words, but I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. With that, he lifts me and suddenly, we’re moving. He turns and sits on the edge of the bed, holding our bodies together through sheer will and brute force.
With my legs outside his, I’m straddling his hips like a bike. Chest to chest with him, I look deep in his dark eyes. My whole body is screaming at me to move, to grind on him, to relieve this ache I’m feeling in my core.
And my hips buck. His hands find my waist and he’s moving me, guiding the pace. The shock of him leaning into me and his searing hot skin meeting mine wrings a gasp from my lips. Pleasure bolts from my nipples to my core as my breasts bounce against his chest and his teeth sink into my neck. Somehow he’s perfected the right amount of teeth and pleasure to balance me out.
I hold onto his shoulders, gripping for dear life as I ride him hard.
“So sweet,” he grows in my ear and I shiver.
Goose bumps pepper my flesh and I feel his fingertips dig in as if he knows I’m on the cusp of something great. Something incredible. Something foreign.
“You’re there,” he murmurs, his lips on my earlobe, “I feel it.” His tongue traces the curve of my neck while my body shakes and gathers. The pleasure between my legs is too great. Too incredible. Like a light that’s too bright to look at, it’s burning bright and demanding.
“Just come,” he demands, his teeth capturing my lower lip and pulling it into his mouth.
I moan, lost in the feeling of him deep within me, the grinding pressure on my clit, the way his growling voice makes every hair on my body stand on end. The tingling heat in my core is molten and it feels like he’s trying to split me in two with his body.
“Look at me,” he demands and I open my eyes to look at him. There’s a cruel curve to his lips, a sexy little almost smile that makes my heart flutter. “Good girl,” he says, brushing a damp lock of hair off my forehead before his eyes sweep back to my own. “I want to see you come.”
Nobody has ever said something so inflammatory to me. My heart pounds painfully and the sensory overload culminates. Pleasure explodes through my core and ripples quickly follow. Warmth and tingling flood every nerve ending and I’m vaguely aware of him holding onto me and speaking against my flesh.
“Good girl. So fucking beautiful.”
Gasping, I feel the rippling sensations in my core tightening around him. And he only grows harder.
“Shh.” He quiets me, his lips meeting mine. His hands grip my face like he had that night outside the diner when he’d calmed me down. “You’re okay, Sparrow. Ride it out.” His voice is so low it’s like a dream where a whisper brings you out of sleep and into the real world. Everything clicks into place and I feel so drained I slump into him.