Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,397

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“Geez!” His fingers dance over ground zero as he gives a stunned, wild-eyed look.

“I’m not doing this with you!” I slap my hands over his chest and send him flying back a good three feet. “We are over, Collins! Get that through your bright-eyed, bushy-tailed brain! All of your nefarious intentions for the evening have come to naught.” I pounce over and smack my hands over his chest once again. “Take that!” I pound my fists over that granite he’s housing under his shirt even though I realize the effort is futile. Axel is built like a brick wall. “You may not stomp all over me one more time. I’m not some silly little plaything that falls in and out of your bed whenever the heck you feel like it.” I slam my fist into his stomach in a ridiculous attempt to hurt him, and his body doesn’t flinch. I look up to meet with his eyes, a raging fire exuding from my own.

“Feel better?” He’s somewhere between stern and bored, and it’s all I can do not to scream in his face. Oh, what the hell.

“Aarrrghhhh!”

He gives a hard blink before his lips curve at the tips as if they lived to undermine my emotions. “Are you done?”

“Yes.” My chest pulsates in and out, and I’m hardly able to contain my breathing. Not in any of my fantasies combined did I ever release that much fury in one quick burst.

“Good.” He steps in and leashes his hand behind my neck, pulling me toward him as his mouth latches over mine once again, and a scream rises and falls in my throat. But this time, instead of throttling him into tomorrow, I tear off his sports coat and give his tie a hard tug, quick and stiff enough to lynch him. But Axel is equally as unrelenting. He secures me to him with a death grip. His hands ride down to my bare thighs as he rakes his fingers up toward my thighs, bringing my dress up past my hips. I grip him by the hair at his temples and pull him back with a violent aggression.

“I hate you, Axel Collins.” I bear hard into those lucent colored eyes. “I hate everything about you.” My mouth crashes back over his with a vengeance, my tongue searing over his, ravenous to have him this way.

Axel lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he sails us through the penthouse. That oh so happy to see me protrusion in his boxers rubs hard against me as we move through time and space to what I can only guess would be his bedroom, but Axel stops in the hall and pulls a condom out of his wallet before tossing the boxy piece of leather over his shoulder.

“I need you, Lex.” He lunges at me with a wet, hostile kiss that exhilarates me from my hair to the tips of my toes. He runs his heated lips over my cheek, his heavy breathing loud in my ear. “I’ve always needed you.” He pulls back, his violent breathing just as deafening as my own. I can feel him working on the condom at record speed.

An earth-shattering groan evicts itself from my throat as he lands his mouth over mine as if making me swallow it back down.

Axel lands his body right where it needs to be. After six long years, it’s safe to say I had regressed back to a virginal state, and I can testify to this fact by the burn he’s incited in me. He moves his body over mine and we both let out an aggressive moan in tandem.

“Crap,” he hisses as he takes a quick bite from my neck. Axel pins me to the wall, his kisses running rampant over my lips, my cheeks, my neck, and shoulder. His hands secure themselves over my hips, and he takes my body with a marked aggression. This is years of worked-up aggression coming to a head, a multitude of fantasies all playing out at once. It’s an explosion in the fireworks factory, with every last glorified cherry bomb going off at once. I’ve never known this heightened level of ecstasy was possible. Sure, Axel and I always brought passion to the table, but this is off the charts, illegal in most parts of the world, I’m sure. This is bona fide nirvana, something just outside the grasp of ordinary people. Axel and I had never been ordinary. We were