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The sudden urge to touch his thigh came over me, and my foot shot out. He went still when it landed on his thick leg, and his jaw clenched again when it poked at his pants and found a raging hard-on.
“You’re turned on?” I asked him.
“You’re in this truck with me, wearing hardly anything, and smelling better than any dessert I’ve ever had,” he growled back. “The memory of your taste has me struggling not to pull over and rip those damn tiny shorts down your thighs. Of course I’m turned on.”
Ohh.
I liked that a lot.
My eyes watered when I remembered that I couldn’t touch him without burning him, and he groaned quietly.
“You’re such a sad drunk, Mo.”
“I am not,” I sniffled.
“How does this even happen for someone so determined to be upbeat with everything else?”
“I’m not!” I exclaimed.
He sighed heavily. “We’re almost home, baby.”
Baby.
Oooh.
I liked that too.
“Thought we were just acquaintances,” I said, even though I was pretty sure I didn’t believe that anymore.
“I’m pretty sure that’s a pipe dream,” Axel grunted.
I couldn’t help but hope he was right.
Axel gotme into the house easily enough. I did make the mistake of grabbing his hair, and nearly burned the glorious golden locks off, but he doused the fire almost immediately.
I cried after that.
Then he bundled me in a sweatshirt, long socks, winter gloves, and a pair of his sweatpants, putting them on right over the top of my shorts and tank. He even pulled the hood over my head before carrying me down to the couch and setting me on the middle of the damn thing.
I was still crying when he left me there, disappearing upstairs for a few minutes.
When he came back down and was wrapped in the same getup I was, it made my heart happy.
So of course, I cried some more.
“I need to distract you,” he muttered to me, as he settled onto the couch with me. We hadn’t snuggled at all during the climax—just fucked and slept and ate and fucked.
So when he dragged me into his arms, snuggling the entire back side of my body to the entire front side of his, even burying his nose in my hood-covered neck, it made me even happier.
And tearier, but that was beside the point.
He turned on a romance movie. It took a few minutes, since he had to call Kai to borrow his login for the streaming site, but I was way too comfortable to mind that.
When the movie started playing, Axel’s arms tightened around me.
“I can’t breathe,” I whispered to him, mesmerized by the scenes that marked the beginning of the movie.
“You don’t need to breathe,” he grumbled back.
