Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Axel says it in a whole new way this time, full of love and tenderness. I want to hear that affectionate nickname over and over. “To have a good trip with you. And I did.”
“I guess some wishes come true,” he says.
“They sure do.”
Then I finish the event, and I leave with the hero of my love story.
41
VEX ME
Hazel
We race to the hotel. I want to be alone with him so badly.
Well, big gestures make a gal frisky. Obviously. But it’s hard to walk fast when I just want to kiss him.
I give in to the impulse because I can. As we near a streetlamp across from the river, I tug his hand, stopping his pace under the glow. “This is what it’s like. That moment in a story. I feel all…floaty,” I say, in awe that this is my life.
He shakes his head appreciatively. “Who knew the romance writer was a total sap?”
I slap his chest. “Shut up. You better feel this way too.”
He covers my mouth with his, kissing me slow and deep in the Paris night, as if he’s making sure I know he feels the same. When he breaks the kiss, he murmurs, “I do, Hazel. I really do.”
“Good. Now stop distracting me with your kisses and get me naked.”
He plucks at my blouse. “So, it’s the Tuileries for ten points? You want to bang in a park?”
My eyes widen. “We get points in our game?”
He scoffs, then runs a finger over the curve of my right breast. “Yes. We get points, you competitive monster. I’m making up the rules as we go. And if you want it in a park, you’ll get it in a park. You’ll get it on a boat. You’ll get it in the bathroom of”—he stops, surveys the scene, then tips his forehead to a busy bar down the block—“that bar. Hard and up against the wall.”
I shiver, loving that he’s still the same. He’s everything I fell for. He never stops challenging me, and that’s what I want.
I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. He needs a haircut, and I like that too. It’s so him. A little messy and rough around the edges. “Can we play that game when we return to New York? That seems like something they’d do in a book.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “You and your incessant need for book sex.”
“Your fault. You introduced me to it,” I taunt, then I flash him a sexy smile. “So, can we?”
“We can play that game every day. But there’s something we need to do in the room tonight,” he says, his voice rumbly, dominant.
I tremble. I’m already excited and he hasn’t even told me what we’re doing. “Name it.”
“How about I show you?”
I grab his hand and I run.
Yes, I fucking run.
“Show me now,” I tell him the second the door closes.
He grabs my face, hauls me in for a greedy kiss. It’s passionate and possessive, and also…romantic.
His hands cup my cheeks tenderly as his lips devour me hungrily. It’s so very Axel—he’s rough and demanding, but passionate and sensitive too.
When he breaks the kiss, his lips quirk into a vulnerable grin. “I want you to show me something, actually.”
“Yes?” I say, already breathless.
“How you look riding my cock.” His words are filthy, but his tone is thick with longing. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long. I need you on top of me. Need to watch you climb on me, straddle me, and take me fucking deep.”
I go up in flames.
A few minutes later, I’m close, so damn close. I’m riding Axel, and he’s gripping my hips, and not taking his eyes off me.
“Beautiful,” he praises, and that word strikes me as…almost odd.
“You’ve never called me beautiful before,” I say as I rise up, then down, a burst of pleasure radiating through me.
He grabs me harder, fucks me deeper. “I know,” he grunts.
It’s purposeful. His word choice. Everything he says is intentional. It means something. But then pleasure spins higher in me, and I can’t think anymore.
I can only feel these intense sparks.
“Play with your tits for me,” he demands.
As I ride him I comply, fondling my breasts while he stares at me savagely, his gaze pinned to my hands on my tits.
He’s breathing so hard, almost feral. And there’s something wild in his eyes. Something I haven’t seen the other times we’ve slept together.
“You look so fucking sexy. You feel so fucking good,” he says in a mad rush, then it’s like he can’t stop. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Craved this so many times. Fucking needed you.”
His words ignite a storm of bliss inside me. Then he reaches between my thighs, strokes my clit, and sends me soaring.
My world blurs. I’m groaning, panting, crying out as I crest.