deep in his throat as her knuckles brushed his fly. "I've been wondering what you wore under this piece of nothing," he muttered, lowering one hand to pull at her skirt while his mouth traveled from one breast to the other, via the hollow of her throat and by means of kisses so hot they left scorch marks.
Maya got his belt unfastened and started on his zipper. "Keep your romantic fantasies a little longer. Just help me with this damned..."
He obliged readily. Before she could exclaim over the size of the erection she brushed against, Axell had her skirt hiked to her waist, and his hot palm seared her flesh.
"Garters. Damn, you wore garters. I want to see..." He uttered a guttural groan as she stroked him. "Maya-a-a... ah-h"
She thought he tore her panties in two—her stoic businessman reverted to uncivilized Norse god.
She wasn't in any shape for thinking. She only knew the moment when Axell's fingers probed higher, stroking her to the brink with a rough caress. His finger wasn't enough. Clutching his shoulders again, she shoved against him, demanding more, demanding what now rubbed against her belly, heavy and aroused.
A keening cry of ecstasy escaped her lips as Axell stroked her deeper, in just the right spot, instantly carrying her to the precipice and... over...
Maya shuddered and wept and fell against him as she lost control. It had never been this way before. Never. Men used her. She used men. Nothing like this had ever happened. She needed more, needed it more urgently than ever. The tension spiraled up inside her so quickly, she gasped. It wasn't enough.
Axell understood. Lifting her hips in his hands, he raised her to his height. Instinctively—because she was incapable of thought—Maya wrapped her legs around him and arched outward, demanding what she knew he could give.
He drove into her with a stroke so deep, he should have struck her backbone. Crying now, she rocked against him, taking him deeper, until he rubbed the mouth of her womb and the shudders rocked all the way through her.
He withdrew and plunged again, took her all the way up, then teased her by drawing back some more. Maya screamed, then cursed, then buried his throat in kisses. He didn't even have his shirt off. She pawed at the cotton, but she couldn't reach his chest. He pounded her back against the wall again, protecting her hips with his hands, driving her back into that spiraling vortex that swept them both into its center like leaves in the wind.
"Now, Maya, now..."
And at his command, she broke, splintered into so many pieces she'd never recover them all. She was aware of Axell's shout of release, of his powerful surge deep within her, of the rush of hot liquid filling her as he shattered along with her. All their atoms and particles twinkled and twirled in a cosmic dance in the darkness, combining them as no piece of paper or human words could ever do.
Speechless, they panted in each other's arms, ignoring their surroundings, wrapped up in the physical bond they'd just forged. Anything else would be an intrusion, and they'd had far too many intrusions in the past.
"My God, Maya, I never thought..." Axell lowered her carefully to the floor, not releasing the smooth skin of her buttocks. She had such delectably soft skin, skin that wafted a scent of roses as he stroked, skin he couldn't stop touching if his life depended on it. Maybe if she would let him, just one more time...
He must be mad. They were in a condemned building, no doubt surrounded by rats. He'd meant to give her champagne and a honeymoon suite.
"Could we do that again?" she whispered breathlessly somewhere just below his ear. "So I could know it wasn't just a fluke?"
Axell laughed helplessly against her fallen stack of curls. Even her hair smelled of roses. No complicated chemical scents for his Maya. The ache inside him right now was all her.
He lifted his head and finally releasing her tempting skin, smoothed her hair. "Let's test it out in bed, all right? I'm afraid that next time, the walls will tumble down with the vibrations."
"I'm still furious at you," she reminded him.
"I want to see what you look like with all the lights on," he countered, pulling up the neck of her dress and reluctantly trying to fasten it.
She wriggled beneath him, inflaming his senses instantly. He didn't do things like this. He never lost control of a situation.