Getting the Axe - Nikki Mays Page 0,34

while looking down at me, his eyes filled with mirth. I’ve never seen him look this relaxed and happy. It’s definitely a good look for him.

I stretch out like a lazy cat, uncaring that I’m still very naked. I wonder if it would be weird to start rubbing myself all over him? “A little. Truthfully, I need coffee more than anything.”

“I could go for some myself.” He agrees.

I’m about to move off of him when I get a good look at his shoulder. “Son of a biscuit!” I shouted, making him jump.

“What?” He starts looking around my room with wild eyes.

“Oh my God, you’re bleeding.” I sit up and shove him back down when he tries to get up as well. “Will you just lay still please?” I huff at the man, not taking a hint.

He looks over at his bleeding shoulder and does a half-assed shrug. “Eh, it’s alright.”

I can feel my eyes turn into tiny slits. “It’s not alright Noah,” I hiss. “I freaking maimed you…again!”

His body starts moving up and down. I’m so upset that I don’t even pay attention to how certain parts of him are moving up and down as well. Okay, not too much anyhow.

“Honey, I’m fine, really. I’ll just put a bandage over it.” He tries, “It’s really not a big deal. You didn’t maim me.” He starts laughing harder.

I would normally enjoy the sight of his wide smile while he belly laughs. I wouldn’t even care that it was at my expense. But hello, I freaking made him bleed again. “You need to stay like miles and miles away from me,” I whine. “I’m literally like the kiss of death for you.”

The smile melts off his face when he hears my words. His eyes become as hard as stone. In one fluid movement, he sits up and somehow manages to lift me onto his lap with one arm. I’m not going to lie, the amount of strength that he has and the way he wields it makes my mouth water.

“The last thing that I need to be doing is staying away from you. I’ve done that for months and have been nothing but a miserable bastard because of it.”

I’m sitting on his lap facing him. My hands roam over his chest and I gently move them towards where I seemed to have dug my nails into him too hard. I frown and move in closer to get a better look. My eyes go wide and I pull back to look him in the eye.

“Noah, I dug one of my nails into your freaking wound. The same wound that I caused.”

“Didn’t feel it.” He replies casually.

My eyes narrow. “You didn’t feel it?” I ask incredulously as I purse my lips like I just ate something sour.

His eyes take on a wicked gleam. “Nope, I was too busy watching you come on my dick.”

“Noah!” I cough as my face flushes. “Be serious, please.”

His smirk makes my body heat. “I am being serious. The only thing that I could feel was your tight body gushing while it was milking my dick for everything that it had.” His right hand is on my hip, drawing little circles with his fingertips.

I shiver, unsure if it’s from his words or his touch. Most likely a combination of both. “Who says something like that?”

“Grown ass men who know what and who they want.” The hand that’s not on my hip grips the back of my head and pulls me towards him.

I willingly bring my face to his. His lips are warm, smooth, and demanding. I bring my hands to the side of his face and answer each of his demands with some of my own. It’s a power struggle that I have no hope of winning.

I can tell that he’s letting me take control as I rock my core over his thickening length. I moan as each shaft rubs against my clit. His hands are tightening their grip but not painfully. No, he just wants me to understand how much he’s holding back.

I pull back from our kiss and lick his lips. His eyes are molten as they bore into mine. His grip becomes even rougher, but he still makes no move to take over.

It’s probably the sexiest thing that I’ve ever seen. This large man sitting here coiled like a snake but allowing me to have my fun.

His abs contract as I run my fingers from his chest to his happy trail. I circle his belly button with