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didn’t know his own strength. He had big hands.
She gave a soft laugh. “It’s okay. Now I can say I’ve had a man rip my clothes off of me.”
Damn. She’d let him off the hook and turned him on even further. “Is that a fantasy of yours?”
“It is now.” She looked excited by the idea.
Holy. Shit. Axl didn’t even hesitate. He ripped the wrap thing from both shoulders so that it was nothing to ease it off.
“Oh, my God,” she murmured, sounding scandalized and aroused.
He took the neckline of her tank top and gave it the same treatment, turned on by the gesture. It was probably a first for him too, that he could remember. But damn, it was hot, just to tear that shirt apart and give himself full access to her luscious tits.
Shrugging out of his own shirt, he tossed it aside and went for the snap on her denim shorts. Those had to go. He tugged, she wiggled, which gave him a view of her tits he would remember to his dying day. He wanted to frame that perfection and hang it on his fucking living room wall.
Once her shorts were down, he shifted her thighs apart and lowered his head.
Every inch.
He was going to taste every inch of her.
* * *
Leighton was in a haze of desire and shock. First he had taken her teasing about tearing her clothes literally and had torn her tank top like it nothing more than thin paper. His hands were huge, something she had noticed before, but not thought about what they were capable of. He had been using them so tenderly, stroking over her body. Then bam. Shirt gone.
It was very, very sexy.
She had never realized she would be so turned on by a manly man throwing his strength around. But first him picking her up in the elevator and now this? She wasn’t sure her panties had ever been this damp. But it didn’t matter because he whisked those off too and he had all her important parts freed of fabric.
It would be nice to feel his rock-solid chest, but before she could make a move to do that Axl was between her thighs placing a teasing kiss on her clit. She moaned, instinctively drawing her legs together a little. This wasn’t something she did on the regular, have a man go down on her. It was the one time she felt a little self-conscious about her weight, which made her annoyed with herself. But the men she had dated had always been on the skinny side and seeing them buried in her full thighs brought to mind thoughts she didn’t want to be having in the middle of sex. Her last boyfriend had been happy to be let off the hook. He had always offered it reluctantly, the way Zach did when she asked him for some of his fries. There was no way to say no without looking like a dick, so it was the world’s most lukewarm yes.
Axl was different. When she started to draw her thighs together in an attempt to hide herself, he used those big ass and strong hands to ease them apart again. Then he kissed her like he meant it. First one side, then the other, sliding his tongue over the soft skin.
She shivered and relaxed a little. One glance down did not show her thighs swallowing him. It showed his dark hair, and his broad muscular shoulders spanning beyond her. When he glanced up at her, his nostrils were flared and expression intense.
“You taste so good,” he said.
Oh, my. Leighton didn’t even know what to say to that. Other than she loved Minnesota and its fresh air that grew giant men who made her feel like this. Wanton and delicious.
He dipped his head again and did things that she didn’t even understand. He was everywhere down there, licking and stroking, his tongue driving her wild. The pads of his thumbs massaged her inner thighs, then her labia, teasing her apart so he could taste her more thoroughly. No man had ever shown so much dedication to her pleasure or enthusiasm for the one-sided gesture. But he seemed like he was enjoying almost as much as she was.
All Leighton could do was lie back and withstand the assault on her senses. He took her to the edge, and as if he sensed it, pulled back, pausing to blow gently on her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged because she was right there. “Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “But there’s no rush either.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t being destroyed like she was. “I just need…”
He was leisurely teasing a finger at her opening and understandably, she was very wet. He was watching her, settled in between her thighs like he’d taken up permanent residence. “What do you need, baby?”
His tongue. His finger. His cock. An orgasm. In whatever order he preferred. Leighton didn’t know how to express that to him so instead she just rocked her hips forward to encourage him to do something. Anything. It was torture. Delicious torture.
She wasn’t used to asking for what she wanted. She couldn’t force the words out now.
He slid a finger deep inside her and hooked it. Leighton shuddered in pleasure. Then he leaned forward and sucked gently on her clit. There it was. A sharp, intense orgasm sweeping her under as he continued to stroke inside her. “Axl,” she breathed, gripping the bedding on either side of her hips. She needed something to hold onto as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
When she finally relaxed her tense thighs and gave a sigh of satisfaction, he drew back and smiled up at her. It was a dirty, arrogant smile, and he rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his bottom lip. “Good?”
