Page 42 of All My Heart

At some point, he rolled us so that he was spooning me, his large hand splayed over my bare stomach. With a sigh, I fell back to a contented, dreamless sleep.

In the middle of the night, we reached for each other, and he hauled me over his lap, his wide hips straining my thighs. He helped me slide over him, wetting him, then lifted me so that I could sink down on him. He felt so much bigger in this position. With him piercing my insides, it was difficult to draw a deep breath.

One hand steadied me on my hip, and the other tweaked my nipples.

It didn't feel quite real. I wondered if I was dreaming. If so, I hoped I could have visions like this every night, especially when I was back in my apartment in Florida.

I bit my lip as I rose and fell over him, driving us both higher. I knew he preferred a faster, harder pace, but it was fun to slow things down and savor them.

He jackknifed up with a hand behind my back and sucked my nipple into his mouth. The extra stimulation was all I needed to go over the edge. I whimpered as the orgasm rushed through me. He gently rolled us so that I was on my back and he was on top.

He angled my leg higher so that he could drive into me. I barely restrained the grunt that threatened with each measured thrust. He was amazing in bed. What did I do to deserve this?

Sweat beaded on my forehead as he quickly sent me over the cliff again. As my body clamped down on him, he let go, thrusting deep and dropping his forehead to mine. “Fucking spectacular.”

Tingles erupted over my skin like goose bumps. No one had ever said sex with me was spectacular. In fact, when I caught Rex cheating, I had to assume the opposite. Now, I knew it was Axel who brought this sex kitten out of me.

He had skills, and I was going to enjoy every one of them. He discreetly disposed of the condom, then gathered me to him.

I fell right to sleep, content in his arms.

The sun was bright when I woke, but the bed next to me was rumpled and cold. Axel was gone. I didn't smell anything cooking in the kitchen. Had he gone for a run, hoping I'd leave in his absence? Was last night not as good as I remembered, or did he not want a relationship?

We hadn't discussed what last night was. There hadn't been any time beyond giving each other pleasure. It was like baser instincts had taken over, and details like the next day, the future, didn't come into play.

I had no idea what to do in this situation. I'd never had a one-night stand, and I wasn't sure what was expected of me. I decided to get dressed before figuring out how to handle this. If he didn't want me here, I didn't want to be caught naked in his sheets when he got back.

As much as I didn't want shame or regret to play a part, they were dancing around my consciousness. I brushed my teeth and hair with my fingers, then prepared to hunt for my clothes. But when I got to the door of the bedroom, they were folded neatly in a chair.

Would a man who wanted to forget last night do that? I didn't have a lot of experience, but I thought it was the actions of a man who cared for a woman. But was he running scared on some level? Uncomfortable with everything he was feeling?

He was already hiding out here from his family. So it was a possibility.

I got dressed quickly, my hands shaking from indecision. Should I stay, or should I go?

I didn't want to get a disgusted look when he found me in his cabin. I couldn't get Rex's reaction out of my head when I'd caught him with Alexis. He was almost gleeful when he said our sex life was bland. As if I'd forced him into the arms of another woman.

Goose bumps chased down my arms, and my hair stood on end. Steps sounded on the porch, and I jumped. The door opened, and I spun around with my heart racing. “I was just leaving.”

His brow furrowed. He carried his shirt in his hand, his chest was deliciously bare and beaded with sweat. “Why?”

I blinked, confused. “I woke up alone.”

“I went for a run. Got a late start.” Then he winked at me, and I relaxed my shoulders.

I licked my lips. “We didn't talk last night about?—”

“That's a sign of a good night.” He stopped in front of me, his sweat making me sway toward him instead of away.

He leaned down and kissed me.

I wanted to wake up like this every morning.

He pulled back, his lips curved into a smile. It was a look I didn't see on him often, but I wanted to. “I'm making breakfast.”

He moved toward the stove, grabbed a pan, and placed it on the burner. Then he took the carton of eggs out of the fridge.

“Will you stay?”

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