Page 55 of Whisper Of Attraction (Whisper Lake 3)

CHAPTER 16

“Brynn, we need to talk.”

Brynn heard Axel speaking but she didn’t want to listen to him. Her entire body protested at his suggestion and her nails dug into his shoulders as she shook her head back and forth.

“I think we should—”

“No. No thinking. No talking. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to talk. Not tonight. Tonight can we just…” Brynn tried to think of something sexy to say, but her mind was too busy with all the endorphins and dopamine that were being released to come up with anything. She took a breath and spoke her greatest desire. “Can we just not think? Not talk? Please? Tonight, I just want to feel and tomorrow we can think and ta—”

She was cut off once more by Axel’s lips claiming her. She’d never been a bigger fan of being interrupted as she was right now. The needy grunt that worked its way up her throat gave a voice to the desperation she was experiencing.

Is this what kissing was always like?

It’d been awhile, but if her memory served her, she’d never felt this intense urgency before. If this was what kissing him was like then what would it be like to actually have sex with Axel? Would anything or anyone ever be able to compete with tonight or was this the pinnacle of pleasure that she’d never achieve again?

Stop, she ordered herself.

She’d just told Axel that she wanted a night with no talking and no thinking and that meant no overthinking. There’d be plenty of time to dissect this encounter later. This was a be present, YOLO, live-in-the-moment kinda night. For once, Brynn was going to lose herself in the moment and deal with the consequences later.

Acting purely on instinct, she indulged herself as her hand boldly roamed over the hard planes of Axel’s back. She did her best to memorize every inch of his sculptured frame. Her fingers gripped onto the wide expanse of his shoulders as his tongue explored her mouth. His sensual licks swept back and forth, searching, claiming, and branding her, sending toe-curling, ribbons of ecstasy spiraling through her.

Axel advanced forward, backing her up so she was sandwiched between a rock (the wall) and a hard place (his body).

She found herself writhing against him as his hand traveled over her hip and landed firmly on her outer thigh. His fingers flexed and he lifted her knee and stepped between her legs. The hard ridge of his arousal that had been nuzzled against her belly ground into her core.

He moved his hand once more, this time his fingers spread on her hip, holding her in place as his lower body rocked into her in a rhythm that had her sex pulsing with anticipation. His other hand wrapped around the base of her neck, tilting her head so he could have better access to her mouth. She relaxed, allowing him complete control of her. He was a sensual puppet master and she was his to manipulate.

As her whimpers increased in frequency, she felt the heat of Axel’s touch slip beneath the cotton of her shirt. It trailed up her torso, the material bunching as he traveled north. With only minimal interruption to their kissing, Axel had the garment over her head and falling to the ground in seconds.

Her breasts, now bare, were mashed against his chest. The skin-on-skin friction caused her nipples to grow hard and sensitive as they brushed against him. He hadn’t even touched her yet, at least not with his hands, and her nubs were tight with need begging for his attention.

She arched her back, offering her chest up to him, hoping to urge him to touch her with his hands or his mouth, she wasn’t picky. But he didn’t take the nipple bait. It seemed he was set on a much lazier pace, as he tried to slow the frenetic energy passing between them down. The kiss that was frantic moments before relaxed into a gentle, tender one. As swept up as she’d been in the crazed tornado of sensations, this new seductive pace caused her to float in a dreamy intimacy that she never wanted to wake from.

When his lips moved off hers, she began to protest until she felt his mouth on her neck. Her head naturally fell to the side as he devoured her like a vampire in one of her romance novels. He covered her entire neck and shoulders with open-mouth kisses, licking and sucking her skin as he rolled his hips, pressing his hard shaft against her pulsing core.

Brynn moved with him as tension that she’d only experienced at her own hand or with the help of her handy dandy lipstick vibrator, began to build in her belly.

As happy as she was that a climax was beginning to take shape, she didn’t want to come apart like this. Not without more contact. It amazed her that her body was so responsive to Axel when normally for her to even get wet took quite a bit of foreplay. But, she guessed it made sense, considering the first night they met he’d seen her naked and she’d grabbed his magic stick. From that point on, her body interpreted every interaction they’d had as foreplay.

Without wasting another minute, she reached down and started pushing her shorts down as Axel continued to lavish her neck and shoulders with sensual kisses. Her mission to get naked was impeded by the position Axel had her in. His hand had a tight grip on her hip, keeping her leg hitched up. There was no way to strip out of her clothes.

When she started to shift so he’d release her leg, he gripped her so tight she wondered if there might be marks on her fair skin the next day. The thought of him marking her gave her a secret thrill as his lips covered her nipple and his teeth nipped at her distended bud. The dual sensation caused her body to convulse in extreme pleasure.

Brynn abandoned the waistband of her cutoff sweats and her hands clasped Axel’s head. Her fingers threaded through his hair and gripped tightly. Her shoulders flexed and her chest jutted out, seeking to give him all of her body. His teeth bit down on her nipple as his tongue flicked across the beaded peak. The bristles from his five o’clock shadow were rough against her soft skin and she loved it. She couldn’t get enough of it.

With each lick, each roll of his hips, he was driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her nails raked through Axel’s soft, damp hair and she realized he must’ve just gotten out of the shower before she’d arrived. Thinking of him naked, water dripping down his magnificent body had her even more primed and ready for release. She was so lost in the oblivion that she was spiraling toward that she didn’t notice when he moved away from her breasts and headed south. It wasn’t until she felt his chin brush her stomach, causing her to giggle, that she opened her eyes.

“Sorry, I’m ticklish,” she explained as she looked down and saw that he was kneeling in front of her.

“Good to know.” A wolfish grin spread on his face while his fingers dipped beneath her waistband and panties as he tugged down.

She was now standing on both feet, which made it easy for him to slide the material over her hips and down her legs. After she lifted each foot so he could remove her sweat shorts and underwear, Axel rested back on his heels as his eyes traveled up and down her body in an unhurried fashion. His gaze was filled with appreciation, and although he wasn’t touching her, she could feel his stare.

Brynn’s breaths were shallow as she stood before him, naked as a jaybird. She’d never been particularly self-conscious when it came to her body, but she was in her twenties the last time a man had seen her naked. She was thirty now.

Also, it probably didn’t help that he looked like he was carved out of stone. The men that Brynn had been with had all been regular guys. Not one of them could be a superhero body double. Axel could be a stand-in for Thor himself. And none of them had ever stared at her so intently. She suddenly felt acutely aware of her imperfections.

“I have some stretchmarks,” she pointed out the obvious. She had several faint lines on her hips. “And cellulite,” she added.

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