Following Her (Unexpected Heroes #2.5)(30)

“I can do whatever I want,” she said, her words coming out far too breathlessly to have any impact.

“So can I,” he growled before bending down and kissing her the way she needed to be kissed, his naked chest finally pressing against her aching breasts, his hands moving down to grip the back of her thighs so he could lift her up.

It took no direction for her to wrap her legs around his back and cling on tightly as he continued kissing her while he walked her straight to his bed. This was what she’d come for—to feel.

Her shoes slipped off as he dropped her on the bed, his body quickly following, his hands tracing every inch his body wasn’t covering. Raw hunger fueled them both, their earlier fight making them that much more desperate for each other.

Somehow Axel managed to tug their clothing free while still blazing a trail of kisses across her face, her chest, her now-naked stomach, and then lower. She arched into him, moaning as wave upon wave of pleasure drifted through her.

It was both torture and delight, heat and shivers. It was everything she needed and more, and as his hands and mouth skimmed her body, she thought of nothing but Axel, nothing but the pleasure only he could bring her.

When his tongue slid across her spread thighs, she reached for him, but he pushed her hands away and then opened her fully to his gaze and his hot tongue, tracing the folds of her womanhood and making her cry out in delight.

Writhing beneath his masterful tongue, she felt the heat building, felt the trembling in her stomach, her legs, all the way to her toes and fingers. “Axel, don’t stop,” she cried, the heat becoming almost unbearable, but she’d rather die than end this.

He didn’t stop, his tongue magical, his hands molding her. And then she was soaring, her body his, all his. His name floated around her as she moaned it before her body melted against the bed, completely sated for the moment.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Ella, we’re not even close to being done,” Axel said as he kissed his way up her trembling stomach, laving her nipples with that masterful tongue.

“I didn’t think so,” she purred, reaching for him, her nails trailing up and down the heated skin of his solid back.


“Open your eyes, Ella,” he commanded.

She could barely pull them open, only half slits, and then he pushed inside her, his thick staff filling her with one hard thrust, and they snapped open in excited pleasure.

“That’s better,” he groaned before pulling out and thrusting back in, making her body ache in an entirely new way.

And then all speaking ceased as his mouth descended, bruising her lips in the most wonderful ways while his hips thrust forward and back, and he claimed her in the only way a man should claim a woman.

His body played hers perfectly as he moved fast and then slow, built her heat to boiling, then backed off, making her cry out her frustration. He kissed away her complaints, his tongue tracing her lips, her throat, her cheeks.

When she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he sped up, and she found another release, this one even better than the first, explosions of color going off behind her eyes, before her mind blanked and she sank back into the bed, completely exhausted in the most fulfilling way possible.

Axel lay against her as he tried to catch his breath from his own release, his lips skimming her shoulder. “Thank you, Ella. All I have to do is look at you and I’m ready to make love. You are so beautiful, so perfect, so responsive,” he whispered next to her ear.

“You make me feel beautiful,” she said, her fingers sliding through his hair, her body unable to move.

Finally, he rolled over, taking her with him and bringing their faces together so he could look in her eyes. “I’m pretty damn hooked on you,” he said, his gaze intense. Her heart thundered as she tried to figure out what to say.

“I seem to have the same problem,” she quietly admitted.

“A good girl like you shouldn’t be with a rogue like me.”

“It’s exactly where I want to be, though.” And it was, she realized.

“Damn, you make me never want to let you go.” His hands began trailing down her body again and she was more than ready to let him take her wherever he wanted to.

“Then take me, Axel.”

She didn’t have to say anything more. He slid onto his back and lifted her up, her body easily sliding down onto his newly stiff erection. Yes, she was exactly where she needed to be, and if the fates allowed it, she wouldn’t have to go anywhere for a very long time.





Ella walked from her offices and groaned. Thanksgiving was just around the corner and snow was already falling. More than falling—there was at least a foot of snow on the ground already, and she detested driving in the powdery stuff.

This meant her pipes would be frozen, her car would have a hard time starting, and idiots like herself would be on the streets, making the normally safe streets a game of bumper cars. But since there was no use crying over the weather, she moved to her trunk, slid on her gloves, and brushed away the snow enough to get inside and pull out her foam brush.

The jacket she was wearing wasn’t nearly enough protection and her entire body shook as she removed the snow from her door and started the engine, hoping against all odds that it would be warm when she was able to climb inside and shake off the chill invading every pore of her body.

Scraping snow as fast as she could, Ella was stunned when she felt snow smash against the back of her. No. It couldn’t have been anyone throwing it, not at the law offices. Not bothering to turn around, she was nearly finished with her windshield when hands circled her waist and lifted her from the ground and she let out a shriek.