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A faint smile nearly reached her eyes, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by that same hurt that made my heart drop. I pressed myself flush against her, my palms bracing against the counter at her back. Her breath caught in her throat, and I dipped low, pressing my lips to her nose, to her cheek, to her jaw, eliciting the softest noise of ecstasy that I wanted to hear more of. She tasted like the cold night air, and I wanted her splayed on the counter so I could take my time tasting the rest of her.

“I’m not them, Des,” I whispered in her ear, my teeth nipping at her earlobe. “I’m not some decent date that you have to throw out the next morning, some idiot that isn’t going to take care of you. Give me a chance to show you you’re more than one night. Give me a chance to show you everything.”

She stiffened against me, her head turning slightly as she resisted. “You know, I think I’m really starting to hate you,” she said as her gaze flickered up to mine. “You can’t just say these things, Axel, and expect me to fall at your feet.”

CHAPTER TEN - DES

EVERYTHING IN ME wanted to go to him, wanted to give in to him. But… I couldn’t.

He shifted on his feet, tongue darting out over his lips as he reached for my neck. The simple touch of his thumb dragging over my cheek made my eyes roll.

“Tell me how much you hate me,” came his subtle rasp.

“So much,” I managed.

“How much, princess,” he said. Lower and lower, his fingers trailed, pausing just below my breast, that thumb brushing over my clothed nipple. “Does it enrage you to know how much you’re aching for me right now?”

It really did.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I argued, though as he softly cupped my breast, my knees began to weaken.

“No?” He leaned down, and I forgot to breathe as his beard tickled my skin, his lips grazing my throat. Shit, that beard. I wanted to feel it on the soft of my thighs and igniting every inch of sensitive skin on my body.

“Give me a chance,” he whispered, sending chills over my arms. “Let me prove how much I want this. How much I want you.”

My forehead rolled against his. My every muscle was restless with desire. Suddenly, I was back on those spinning cups, forcing myself to keep spinning the wheel as his fingers slid between my thighs. The rushing memory flooded me down to my heated center, and I let out a whimper.

His hands trailed down my sides to my hips, where he squeezed just enough to elicit an audible moan from my throat.

“That sound…” His desperate voice raked over me as his lips landed on my jaw. “How else can I make you do that?” He cupped my ass firmly, scrunching my robe between his fingers and straightening over me. Green eyes burning through me, I couldn’t help the hand I pushed up to his chest.

I was aching for him, wet from just his touch on my clothed skin.

He moved his hand from my ass over my thigh. His lips were so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Every inch of his fingers closer to my pussy had me once more forgetting how to breathe. And when he slipped a finger between my clothed thighs, I lifted my leg around his hips.

“Fuck, Des,” he muttered, cursing against my lips. “Are you sure you hate me?”

My hips bucked into his hand, and I curled a hand around his neck. “Yes,” I managed.

The corner of his lips flinched upward. “Tell me why,” he said as he slowly delved between the slit of my stockings and began his tease. Dragging that finger up and down my drenched pussy. Fuck me, I was falling again. I couldn’t help it. The way my body reacted to him was instinct. Like he could draw out every urge I’d ever had.

“I hate the way you look at me,” I said, my voice struggling. “I hate…” He pressed harder, making my hips shift. “I hate—fuck, Axel—“ His expression hadn’t changed. God, I needed him to fuck me before I exploded with anticipation.

“I hate the way you’re teasing me right now.” My grip on his shoulders tightened. “I hate how much I want you.”

“Tell me what you want from me,” he said, and I felt as he nudged my thighs open wider, clenched my ass, and slid a finger over my clit.

“Shit, princess,” he muttered, and I knew I was done for. I knew he was feeling just how much I truly wanted him, how much I needed him to skip this tease and fuck me backward over this counter.

My fists tightened into his shirt as I held on, my hips bucking at their own pace, my moan echoing around the kitchen.

“That’s it,” he said before kissing my throat. “Take it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Ride my hand.”

“I want you buried inside me,” I said, unable to keep it contained. “I want you to taste what you do to me every day when you look at me like you do. I want—fuck—I wantyou.” His finger slipped inside me at the word, thumb pressing against my clit, and he lifted his head to look at me.

I couldn’t breathe as he delved deeper and added a finger. Pleasure rocked through me. “Axel…” I practically cried out his name,beggedhis name.

His fingers stilled within me. Deep. Deeper than he’d reached on those cups. “Are you saying I can have you?” he asked.

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