Chapter 5
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Chapter Five
“You still need a driver?” Axel asked as he led them away from the dance floor. His abrupt change of subject surprised her. They’d been dancing around the heavy questions hanging between them the entire time they’d been on the floor. But then she’d lost herself in those blue, blue eyes, and blurted out the question that had been weighing on her mind the whole time they’d been out there.
Being back in Axe’s arms had been unsettling… and thrilling. All of the feelings she’d buried over the years came crashing back with the force of a microburst. And when their legs had brushed – Oh, Lord have mercy. It was like a direct line to her core. By the time they’d made two turns around the floor, her panties were soaked.
And she liked the scruff. Itched to run her palm against his whiskers. The added ginger made his bright blue eyes stand out, and gave him the look of an old-timey western hero. The whole Axel package made her quite melty – something she’d need to remember if she was going to successfully avoid him and keep things strictly professional over the next two months. Forte didn’t seem like the type who would turn a blind eye to fraternization, and this promotion meant too much to her to mess it up.
“You still need a driver?” he repeated when she didn’t answer and they’d burst onto the quiet of the patio.
Haley nodded slowly, anticipation fluttering in her chest. “You interested?”
“Maybe.”
“The pay is good, but you’ll have to agree to my terms.” Terms? What terms? She barely recognized her voice. The way it sounded almost eager. She shouldn’t want this, want to spend more time with him. But she did. She couldn’t help it. He was too sweet. Too charming to resist. And her body responded to him like they’d never been apart.
They were alone out here. White lights strung across the trellis that covered the cement gave a festive air to the enclosure. If she was smart, she’d go look for Millie and Emmaline right now and stop this dangerous line of thinking. Her blood buzzed in her ears, making it hard to concentrate on anything except how delicious his chest looked, stretching the fabric of his plaid button-down. She glanced around and shivered, sensing electricity sparking between them.
He must have felt it too because he abruptly changed the subject. “Why’d you go?” he rasped.
The pain in his voice washed over her and tangled with her own. She risked a glance up and encountered eyes raw with pain. His expression burned a hole straight to her soul.
“I couldn’t be what you wanted,” she whispered, barely able to speak for the tightness in her throat.
“You were everything I wanted.” His voice was rough with emotion.
Her heart squeezed all the breath out of her lungs. She alone was responsible for that horrible light in his eyes. She’d loved him, but she thought… she thought…
She’d been so wrong.
“I couldn’t stay,” she choked the words out and broke his gaze, studying a dark spot on the cement. How could he have loved her so much that she’d hurt him so deeply? Nobody loved her. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to reconcile her mishmash of memories with the evidence of the pain she’d caused.
He tilted her chin up, forcing her eyes to his again. A wave of emotion swelled and stuck in her throat, pricking her eyelids with tears. “I- I’m sorry, Axe,” she uttered thickly, her tongue feeling fat and slow. “I never wanted to hurt you. I thought… I thought…”
Thought what? That he’d get over her? That he’d move on? That he didn’t really love her anyway? The thought sliced through her painfully. Yeah, that one.
“Funny way of showing it,” he answered roughly.
“It- it was… for the best,” she whispered, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. She would not cry. She would not.
“For who?” he challenged. “Not for me.” His eyes lasered into her. “And I think not for you either.”
His thumb swept across her mouth in the softest of caresses, setting her heart beating in double-time. He was close enough she could feel the heat coming off him in waves and she reached for his arm to steady herself. She’d always had a thing for his arms, the way they were like granite under her palm. Her body vibrated from the contact, and her n*****s contracted with expectation as the air between them electrified.
“Axe…”
“Coop…”
He dipped his head, and her eyes fluttered shut as he lightly brushed her mouth with his. His whiskers scraped against her, lighting the nerve endings and setting off cascades of ripples. Her clit throbbed as wildly as the rest of her and she tightened her grip on his arm.
He brushed her mouth again, and she sighed as tears of longing and regret pricked her eyes again.
How long had she ached for his touch? How many times had she told herself that he hadn’t really cared in a pathetic effort to make herself get over him and move on with her life? But it had all been a lie.
She’d walked away from the best thing that had ever happened to her.
He groaned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and deepening their kiss, sweeping his tongue across her lip. With a sigh, she opened and slid her tongue against his, a counterpoint to his exploration. When his hands slid to cup her a*s, she pressed against him and wound her hands around his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair that hung just below his collar.
He’d always kept his hair short back then. This wilder, untamed Axel was pushing all the right buttons. He made a noise in the back of his throat and pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
“This is a bad idea, Axe.”
He gave her a squeeze. “Like hell it is.”
She pushed back from him, concern momentarily overriding her body’s desire for more kisses. “I have a rule about mixing business and pleasure.”
“I promise never to kiss you in that contraption you call a car.” His hands slid up her back, caressing in tiny circles.
“Axe…” her voice trailed off as he nuzzled her neck. His mouth set her skin on fire as he swept it over her collarbone, whiskers leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
“We’re not in your car,” he murmured into her neck, sending another cascade of sizzles straight to her p***y.
“I… You know what I mean,” she panted, knees wobbling.
He lifted his head, a fierce light in his eyes. “I’m done playing by other people’s rules, Coop.”
Her breath caught in her throat. So. Damned. Sexy.
This time, when he dipped his head, she was ready. She leaned in with a sigh, giving herself over to the heat rapidly building in her core, and telling him with her mouth everything she couldn’t with words.
I missed you…
I was afraid…
His tongue curled against hers, and he tugged on her hips, pulling her closer. There was no mistaking the rock hard bulge pressing into her. Before she could catch herself, she rolled her hips, a little moan catching in her throat. She wanted just a tiny taste of what she’d missed for so long.
Her n*****s ached at the thought of his scruff scraping over them, and her blood seemed to thicken and slow.
Axel made a possessive noise in the back of his throat as he walked her backward into a darkened corner, the kind of noise that made her want to melt into him and throw caution to the wind. She slipped a hand into his back pocket, caressing the hard a*s underneath her fingertips. Like most farm boys, young Axe had been buff. But the man in front of her? Rock hard and seasoned. Aged like a fine whiskey and just as smooth with his moves.
His fingers slid under her top, lightly caressing the sensitive skin just above the band of her jeans. Holy smokes, did he know how to push her buttons. She responded in kind, leaning back into the wall he’d braced himself against, pulling him closer. She wanted to feel the hard length of him against her, pressing into her.
“God, Coop. I’ve missed this,” he muttered, dropping kisses along her jaw, tongue flicking at a sweet spot on her ear that zipped electricity straight to her n*****s. “Missed your mouth on me.”
His words brought to life a visual that melted her insides. She wanted to lick him up. Taste every inch of his hard planes and ridges until she didn’t know where he stopped and she began. She ran her hands up the wide expanse of muscled back, pulling at him, and turning her head to capture his mouth again. She flicked her tongue across his lip, teasing until he devoured her, his tongue stroking possessively into her mouth, swirling her brain cells into a lightning storm of dizzying sensation.
When his thumb stroked across the fabric of her b*a, catching on her tightened n****e, a hot ache shot through her, twisting around her clit and pulling hard. She gasped at the intensity. All it would take was his hand between her legs and she could ride straight to oblivion. She was practically there already.
The realization acted like an ice bath. What was she doing, letting Axel bring her to a c****x on the patio of the Trading Post? He always knew how to make her melt. Ten years hadn’t changed that at all.
She broke away, breathless, and full of regret. She couldn’t lead him on this way. It wasn’t right. No matter how much she enjoyed kissing him. “I mean it, Axe… I-I’m here to do a job.” She glanced away, unable to look at him. His eyes were too intense, too full of light. “I don’t think this–” she waved between them, “is smart.”
“To hell with smart,” he growled.
“Axel, please. We have to let this go.” Her stomach dropped to her toes. She hated saying that. Hated the way his face tightened as her words sank in. It felt all wrong.
He scrubbed a hand over that beautiful scruff and nodded. “Fine, no kissing. I’ll agree to your… terms.” His voice was full of chagrin. But then he gave her a mischievous smile. “But you didn’t say no flirting.”
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