orical question. “Yes, oh, yes.”
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back against the wall so she could just feel the pleasure of each stroke, each rolling wave of her orgasm. She lost sense of time. It was just her and Axl and their bodies colliding until he paused, then exploded inside her.
“Leighton. Babe,” he murmured, nuzzling her ear and nipping at the lobe.
She clung to his shoulders and took a deep breath to ground herself. She suddenly realized her calves were burning and she dropped her feet down to the floor. Which released the pressure in her muscles but also drove him deeper again inside her for a final shudder of pleasure for both of them.
When Axl pulled out and stepped back he backed into the coffee station, knocking his handcuffs onto the floor. He bent over and tossed them on the counter. “I’ll save the cuffs for next time.”
Next time? She shivered. Leighton tried to imagine being cuffed to Axl’s bed. She would probably actually die of pleasure. She wasn’t sure she could handle it. Though she was willing to try. “Whatever you say, Officer.”
His head whipped around at her tone. She sounded seductive and she wasn’t even trying. He just naturally drew that out of her. When she was with him, like this, she felt sexy.
“Damn, Leighton. Are you trying to kill me?”
“What good would that do me?” She shot him a grin while she retrieved her towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself. Naked was not her normal state of being. She reached for the soft drink bottle he had brought her and went to untwist the top.
But Axl took it from her and untwisted the top for her before handing it back.
It was oddly sweet. He didn’t seem to think twice about it. She took a sip and watched him, wondering now what? She wasn’t well versed in hotel hookups. In fact, this was her first. Did she ask him to stay or did that make it weird?
Anxiety started to chip away at her boneless bliss from sex.
Axl didn’t wait for an invitation. He simply asked her. “Do you mind if I stay over? I don’t feel like getting dressed and driving home. But if that makes you uncomfortable just tell me to go. Get the fuck out. Hit the bricks, Moore.” The corner of his mouth turned up. “I have thick skin, so be honest.”
“Of course you can stay.” She wanted him to. Normally she loved to be alone because intimacy brought anxiety but tonight she wanted the sensation of a muscular man spooning her. It was an opportunity she would probably never get again and she was taking full frontal advantage. “I don’t even steal the covers.”
“I would let you. I sleep hot.”
That she did not doubt.
Leighton went over to her suitcase and pulled out her satin nightgown.
“You have a nightgown?”
Axl sounded fascinated by that. She slipped it over her head and dropped it down until it hit the towel. Then she quickly whisked the towel away and shimmied the nightgown over her hips. She felt oddly shy around him. “What else would I sleep in?”
“A T-shirt. Or best of all, your skin.” Axl laid down on the bed, very much naked and reached him hand out to her. “Please? Lose the nightgown for me. I want to feel you against me.”
That made her nipples harden instantly. He was very hard to resist. She hesitated.
“Never mind. I’m sorry, that was pushy. The nightgown is pretty, keep it on.”
Her heart softened. He had recognized her anxiousness again. He was very intuitive.
And because she didn’t push, she wanted to give.
“No, it’s fine.” Off went the nightgown. Leighton quickly ripped the covers back and slid under them.
Axl followed suit and moved right up against her. He pulled her so that her butt pressed against his cock. He draped a hand over her midsection and cupped her breast.
Nothing about the position spoke of instant sleep. But she would willingly be bleary-eyed and cracked out tomorrow in exchange for a hot man hand on her nipple. Sometimes you had to eat the doughnut, so to speak.
Axl yawned in her ear. He kissed the back of her head.
And surprisingly, she fell asleep, deeply satisfied.
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