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I tilted my head, about to make a rebuttal, and he raised his hands. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to objectify you or make you feel uncomfortable. I’m only asking you to try them on.”
“You’re not trying to objectify me?” I already felt warmed by his compliments on my body, but I couldn’t help but tease him.
“I wouldn’t do that to you.” His words were as smooth as silk. “I like you for who you are.” He reached out and touched my jaw. “But I also have this overwhelming urge to buy things for you, too.”
What the hell, I thought. To be honest, I did like the clothing we’d picked out, and maybe I did want to feel sexy around him.
After we combed through every item in the boutique, I went back to the dressing room to try them on. I pulled on a thin-strapped black tank and denim shorts, cuffed at the hem. The tank was cropped and fitted and exposed my stomach, while the shorts were so snug against my hips that I had to suck in to zip them up. The hem was at my upper thigh, almost to the crease where my thigh and pussy hit. I wanted to embrace what I saw in the mirror, but my hips were a little too wide, and my stomach wasn’t as flat as a rock, by any means. Frustrated, I tried to smooth out the bumps and curves, hoping I could miraculously make it happen.
Through the mirror, I saw the curtain yanked to the side, and Axel walked in casually, like he had the right to be there. I self-consciously threw my arms over my stomach.
Keeping still, I watched as he snapped the drapes closed and crowded me in, observing me. “Damn,” he whispered and trailed his hands down my arms. Fingers crept over my hands as he gently began tugging. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I’m not. I’m not used to exposing this much of my body.” I glanced down at his hands holding mine as I fought to keep myself covered. “And you have to have the perfect figure to wear this outfit.”
He dropped his head to my shoulder, and his chin touched my skin. Peering at me through the mirror, he said, “I know.”
Confused and anxious, I fought my insecurities. “Then you know I probably shouldn’t wear this.”
“Mmm,” he said softly as he stared at me in the mirror. “The only reason you shouldn’t wear this is because I might serve time in prison.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll kill any man who comes near you.” He nuzzled my neck. “You’re fucking perfect, Natalie.”
“Really?” I hated how I sounded so needy for confirmation, but I didn’t care.
“Really.” His hands slipped over my hips, and he squeezed my ass. “Your body is insane. This ass was made for me, and I can’t wait to claim it.”
“Axel?” I didn’t know what to say. We hadn’t even had sex, and he was talking about claiming my ass. My cheeks burned, yet heat seared my core. I drew my thighs together.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to claim it today. You’re not ready for that.” His hands snaked over my pelvis, pulling me against his hard body. “But I think you’re ready for something else.”
Soon, I felt my shorts loosen around my waist as he was now tugging down the zipper. He was undressing me. Gathering my thoughts, I reached down and clamped his fingers. “We can’t,” I said.
I watched him through the mirror as he smiled into my shoulder. He whispered against my skin, “No limits, Hardcore.” Then he lifted me up, twisting me in the air rapidly until I was facing him, backed against the mirror. I started to protest, but he gripped my hands in one of his and raised them above my head, containing them against the mirror. The cropped tank rose higher, and the hem was brushing against the underside of my boobs.
“Axel?”
“Shh.” He nuzzled my cheek. “You don’t want us to get caught, do you?” He trailed his nose down my neck while his other hand slid the shorts down the curve of my hips. I watched as the denim draped around my feet. Seconds later, his fingers ghosted over the soft cotton covering my clit. “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”
His thumb curled over the waistband of my panties. I was anxious because I anticipated what he would do and was a little afraid of getting caught. “Are you?” he pressed, and his thumb dragged down the hem of my panties. “Are you gonna let me take care of this beautiful pussy?”
His thumb played with my clit, and I lost all the words I wanted to say. All I could manage was a slight nod.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed and kissed one of my nipples that peaked under my top while he kept his hand on my clit, massaging gingerly.
He slithered down to my stomach, his mouth burning a trail down my pelvis, inciting a direct reaction from my core.
Through my haze, I glanced at the curtain of the dressing room, expecting someone to pop in and kick us out for being inappropriate. Did I actually care at the moment?
“I’m hungry,” Axel rasped, and his mouth grazed my clit in a teasing manner. On instinct, I dropped my hands around his head, cradling him. My protective instincts kicked in. Why did I feel that way with him?
I ran my fingers through his thick hair, holding him in place. “Maybe we should stop,” I gasped.
His tongue ran over my pussy, and he paused. “Nah. When a man’s hungry, he’s gotta eat.” Lapping around my opening, he groaned. “Christ. You taste so damn good. You can’t even imagine.”
I moaned and clenched him tighter, pulsing against his mouth. He took his time teasing me before he thrust his tongue inside and sucked on my clit. “It feels so good.”
