Page 42 of It Kills Me
I felt like a coward for doing this over text, but we’d only slept together twice, so we weren’t serious enough to warrant a face-to-face conversation either. I’ve given it some thought…and this is a bad idea. We should stop before it gets complicated.
I stared at the screen and waited for the three dots to appear.
They never did.
I expected pushback. An argument. Maybe even a dick pic. But nothing happened.
I should be relieved that it ended so easily, but a part of me felt disappointed.
I continued to raid my kitchen and look for something to eat. I hadn’t been to the market in a while because I’d been too busy, but I was also too cheap to order out. There was only a carton of milk in the fridge and a box of cereal in the cupboard, so I decided to eat a four-year-old’s lunch.
I sat on the couch and ate in front of the TV, and out of nowhere, the front door flew open.
I grabbed the gun strapped underneath the end table and jumped to my feet, pointing it straight at the intruder who’d barged into my apartment.
But it was Axel—and he wasn’t the least bit startled by the gun.
He shut the door behind him then walked up to me, his blue eyes livid. “You think a text will get rid of me?” He took the gun out of my hand and set it down on the end table. “And as sexy as it is to see you point this at me, make sure the safety is off next time.”
“How did you know?—”
“Because I do.” He stared me down with a burning hostility. “Welcome to an adult conversation, where we speak face-to-face like fucking grown-ups.” He moved closer to me. “You got something to say to me?”
I immediately stepped back, intimidated by this version of Axel that I’d never met. He was charming, with a smile that made my panties melt right down my legs, a brightness in his eyes that sparkled on the darkest night. But now…he was someone else entirely.
He remained in my face, his angry eyes flashing back and forth between mine. “That’s what I thought.” He grabbed the front of my shirt then tugged me into him, forcing our lips together for a crushing kiss. Then he abruptly let me go. “Now, undress for me.” He dropped onto the couch, knees wide apart, still pissed off. “Now.”
“You don’t get to boss me around?—”
“I just did.” He snapped his fingers so I would get on with it.
“Don’t you dare snap your fingers at me?—”
“You want to shut me up? Then sit on my face.”
I fell silent, because anytime that sexy mouth was on me, I was in paradise. He fucked me better than any man ever had. At first, I’d thought it was just a fluke, that it was hot because it was new, but he delivered every single time…all night long.
He looked me right in the eye then snapped his fingers.
I was in my pajamas, wearing silk pajama shorts and a camisole. It was deep purple and shiny, barely covering much because it was so warm in the summertime. I didn’t wear makeup because I’d washed it off the second I got home, but Axel continued to look at me like I was the finest piece of ass he’d ever seen.
No one had ever looked at me like that.
I grabbed the camisole and pulled it over my head, revealing my tits to the air. My nipples immediately hardened in response, and then the bumps formed down my arms. My hair fell down over my shoulders, messy after getting snagged on the silk.
He sat back, the anger leaving his eyes at the sight of me. One arm moved over the back of the couch, and he released a quiet breath as he looked at me, like he was finally relaxed after a long day.
I untied the drawstring of my shorts and let them come loose, dropping down to the floor. All that was left was a white thong.
He stared at it, his handsome face hardening at the sight of me. “Show me that pretty pussy.”
I stepped closer, sliding my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulling them down. Our previous argument had disappeared in the tension between us. He stared at my naked body, and I imagined his shirtless chest. Sex was different with him because I knew the game would always be won with a home run. It made me excited in ways I hadn’t been before. Sometimes it was fun, and sometimes it was disappointing.
Once my panties were to my thighs, they slipped the rest of the way and dropped to the floor.
He stared at my pussy, stared at it like he hadn’t already seen it many times. His hands grabbed on to my hips then tugged me toward him, getting me up on the couch and standing over him. He guided one leg over his shoulder and then supported me with his strong arms before he kissed me, giving me a mouth full of tongue right from the beginning.
I released a gasp as I nearly lost my balance.