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She kept her gaze down, shielding her expression with her lashes. Her other hand didn’t stop roaming down my torso though, fingers twisted into the hem of my shirt.
“Last night, you said I was too drunk to know what I was doing,” she countered.
“Which was true.”
“And now I’m too hungover to know what I’m doing.”
While she was talking, Beth had managed to slip her hand under my shirt, sweeping her thumb over my skin, just above the waistband of my jeans. I caught that wrist, too, stopping her from doing any more damage to my crumbling self-control.
Then Beth shifted her gaze up to meet mine. Without the bold, striking makeup, her face was bare, honest, and the desire in her eyes was impossible to miss. Draped in one of my shirts, I couldn’t deny how much I liked seeing her in my clothes, with no shoes, fresh from the shower. Her damp hair—usually silky-soft and straight—curled slightly as it dried, softening her face.
“I know what I want, Axel,” Beth whispered, leaning into me. “I’ve always known, ever since that kiss in the theater parking lot.”
Fuck…that kiss. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it either. It felt like a lifetime ago, even though it had only been yesterday.
When Beth slid her wrists out of my grip, I didn’t fight it. I let her gather the hem of my shirt in her fingers and push it over my head. Goosebumps shivered over my skin when her feather-light touch ghosted across my chest. She mapped the tattoos on my shoulder, scrolling down my forearm. As her fingers trailed over my belt and tugged at the buckle, I could tell where she was going with this. I certainly wasn’t the type to turn down the offer of a blowjob, but I had other priorities in mind.
I cupped Beth’s cheek to get her attention and she glanced up.
“Last night,” I said. “You mentioned that you’ve never had an orgasm. Is that true?”
She hesitated. A fierce pink blush stole up her neck.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I added quickly.
Beth shrugged with her whole body as if she could squirm her way out of the discomfort surrounding this topic.
“It’s just…I take too long to get there. I’ve tried on my own but I don’t—you know—finish. And then with Lionel, I—”
She broke off with an apologetic look. I said nothing, trailing my thumb over her lower lip. The silence stretched on and on, uneasy with Lionel’s name hanging in the air, highlighting just how pathetic and inadequate he was.
“Sorry,” Beth muttered. “I didn’t mean to bring him up.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. That just means I need to work harder at helping you forget him.”
With my hands on Beth’s hips to steady her, I guided her backward until she bumped against the kitchen table. Holding her gaze, I sank down to my knees, gathering the fabric of her borrowed shirt up. The scent of her was impossible to resist and I sucked a bruising kiss into the strip of skin between her corset and pants.
Beth gave a little whine of need and pushed her hips forward. I worked the button of her pants free, then pulled the zipper down. Her breathing was fast and shallow by now and I’d barely touched her. When I glanced up, her teeth were clamped in her lower lip, and she was trembling all over with anticipation.
God, she wasstarved.
Starved for affection.
Starved for decent sex.
Starved for the freedom to choose what she wanted out of life.
“If you want to stop—” I said but Beth cut me off.
“I don’t. I really, really don’t. Please, Axel.”
I chuckled and tugged Beth’s pants down. She stepped out of them, bracing herself with a hand on my shoulder. That left her standing in a pair of black, sheer lace panties that made my mouth water at the sight of them.
“Oh, sweetheart, look at you,” I said softly.
Beth’s face went from pink to cherry-red. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the table behind her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Too much? Too fast?”
