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DAISY LAZARUS
Daisy froze.
Her skin tightened. Was he going to kick her out? Tell her to leave? Ignore her?
No. Axel’s hand tightened around his cock until the tip went dark. His cheeks flushed, his brown eyes brightened, his chest heaved with ragged breath. All the while, the hot spray of water showered around him like a storm. And then his gaze scorched a path from her head to her toes and he stroked again. Slowly.
A challenge?
Defiance ran through her. She slapped her palm on the door, opened it, and stalked in.
“Your pheromones leaked while you slept,” he said, voice dark and husky.
Pheromones?
He’d been aroused, and rather than waking her, he’d come here to see to himself. Daisy wasn’t sure if she was impressed that he cared for her, or angry that he’d not picked her to help relieve his need. Her gaze darted down to where he rubbed himself. Water dripped off the swollen tip and for some reason, the erotic sight made every sense in her body ache to touch him. To have him touch her. She needed it.
But did he want her here?
She nodded at his erection, barely able to speak through her dry throat. “So… that is for me?”
Heat flared in his dark gaze and his upper lip curled.
“Of course it’s for you,” he growled. “It’s always for you.”
“Then stop.”
“Stop?” He blinked. For a moment, it looked like he would let go, but then his eyes narrowed. “No.”
“But I want it.”
“Then come and take it.”
Daisy smiled. So this was a challenge. They studied each other, sizing each other up, waiting to see who would break first. She peeled off her sweater and dropped it on the floor. Next was her T-shirt. Then her bra. The instant her breasts were exposed, her nipples hardened. Axel watched her every movement like she was a movie. And it made her hotter. Aroused. Through it all, his breath grew faster, more ragged, and he increased his pace. Cheeky bastard. She wanted to be the one to touch him. He knew it. She shucked her jeans and then stood there, naked, while he boldly looked his fill, not even once catching on her scars.
Come and take it.
Fine.
She opened the glass shower door, and fitted herself under the stream, pretending to ignore his need. Hot liquid sensations trailed down her body like a caress. His breath stuttered at her closeness. Only then did she face him, expecting him to have faltered, but he backed up until he hit the wall, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“Give it to me,” she demanded, suddenly irrational.
His eyes flashed with amusement, but he didn’t let go. She reached for him. He stepped to the side. A tiny snarl escaped her lips. She pushed his shoulder against the tiles. He slammed hard with a puh of breath falling from his lips. She wrapped her hand over his and held his gaze.
They both stopped stroking.
They breathed.
“You said it’s for me,” she accused, and tightened her grip over his hand.
He threw his head back, exposing the thick column of his neck and Adam’s apple rolling in a slow swallow. Every line of his body was tense. Every muscle stretched taut. This was a battle of wills he wanted to win, or he was testing her—making sure she wanted this, was ready for it.
Maybe he also knew she needed an edge to her lovemaking.
“I’m not a sunshine and roses girl,” she said. “I’m dirty and dark.”
She squeezed tighter. His lips parted. His breath turned ragged.
