Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

AXEL

I usually preferred quiet when I worked, but for some reason, I played music while I removed the flooring in the kitchen. There was something satisfying about tearing things out.

Luna had planned for a larger island in the kitchen, one where one person could prep the meal while others sat. I didn't have any plans to have people over, but I could see the appeal.

By the time the work was done, Luna would be gone. I wasn't even sure she'd be here for the entire project. That's why I wanted to get moving right away.

I was impressed with her design. It was simple, masculine, and had the cabin feel I wanted to maintain. This wasn't a luxury retreat, but it should be comfortable. I thought I was okay with what I had, but now I couldn't wait to see how it would look when we were done.

I hoped that Luna would be around to see her hard work. She was talented. I couldn't believe her family didn't see her potential. But then again, maybe she didn't show them what she'd revealed to me.

She didn't believe in herself and her abilities. Hopefully, this project would show her what she was capable of.

I was surprised to find another layer of linoleum under the original. How many layers deep did it go?

I stopped around dinner time with my stomach rumbling. I wondered if Luna had thought about what she'd have for dinner.

I decided to take a quick shower and grab some patties for the grill. Maybe I could entice her over here for a burger with the smell of it grilling.

I kind of liked that we didn't exchange phone numbers or even emails. Any time she wanted to show me her progress, we had to see each other in person.

It was old-fashioned but kind of nice. I had to work a little harder to get her attention.

There was nothing to distract us here. I thought I wanted solitude and space, but now that Luna was living next to me, I wanted to spend more time with her before she left.

I jumped in the shower ignoring my aching cock. I dressed quickly, then decided to make burgers from scratch rather than use the frozen patties. I diced onions and added the Worcestershire sauce to the beef. After I formed four patties, I carried everything out to the grill.

I fired it up, then put the burgers on the grill.

It didn't take long for the door to the next-door cabin to open.

Luna came out in her usual uniform of a sweatshirt and leggings. “What are you cooking?”

“Burgers.”

Her face lit up. “They smell so good.”

I waved her over. “I just so happened to make a few extra. Want to join me?”

Luna squealed. “Let me grab my coat. I'm starving.”

A few minutes later, I put the rolls on the grill to toast. Luna came outside, this time in a coat, holding the cut-up watermelon from earlier. “This was all I had.”

“That's perfect.” I grilled onions and cut up tomatoes to go on top of the burgers.

I took everything inside and placed it on the table. It was getting more action than it ever had before. When it was just me, I ate at the counter or on the couch. But this was so much better.

I grabbed plates, and we doctored our sandwiches with toppings. When we finally sat, the ketchup was oozing out of the sides of Luna's burger.

She licked her lips. “This is going to be so good.”

“You haven't even taken a bite yet.”

She lifted the burger, letting it hover a few inches from her mouth while she studied it. “ I can just tell.”

I was mesmerized as she opened her mouth and took a large bite. Then she closed her eyes and moaned.

“So good.”

I adjusted myself, hoping she didn't open her eyes in time to notice it.

When she finally opened them, she zeroed in on my plate. “You're not hungry?”

I cleared my throat, hoping she didn't notice my reaction to her. “I am. I was watching you enjoy my food.”

The skin around her eyes crinkled. “You're amazing with the grill.”

Pride filled my chest. “I made the burgers myself. But grillin' is easy.”

“It hit the spot. I got so wrapped up in work, I forgot about dinner. Then I smelled your grill, and my stomach started rumbling.” She fell silent, using her fork to play with the watermelon cubes on her plate.

“How's work going?”

“Well, I did something that my family might not approve of—” She broke off as if she was ashamed to say it out loud.

I chuckled, because what could this ball of light have done? So far, I'd found her to be sweet and kind.

She grimaced. “When one of the customers asked if there was a designer on staff, I said there technically wasn't, but that I took on clients independently.”

“What's wrong with that?” I asked, taking a bite of my burger.

“My family doesn't want to mix design with construction.”

“You’re offering your services as an independent contractor. I think you have to tell them about it, but I don't think it was wrong. The customers have a need, and you offered to fulfill it.”

Luna let out the breath she'd been holding. “I feel so bad about it though.”

“I wouldn't. You have to tell them at some point, and yeah, if they find out they might ask you to stop. But you're family. Why would they ask you to do that? Especially if you can show them how many customers want your services.”

Luna bit her lip. “Is it awful to say that I want to keep this for myself? I don't have to share the profits with anyone.”

“If you're offering your services to your dad's customers, you should give him a percentage.”

“You're right. I'll research what's expected in that situation.” Luna nodded, then gushed, “It was just so amazing that they wanted me to do the work.” Her gaze met mine. “I wouldn't have had the confidence if you hadn't liked what I showed you last night.” Then she reached over and touched my hand.

Her warmth seeped through my skin. I cleared my throat and looked away from where she was touching me. “I liked what you showed me. It was obvious you got me.”

“The problem is I can't be present to get an idea of them in their spaces until I get back. Thankfully, the jobs are usually scheduled a few months out.”

“So it could work.” And it was a huge reminder that she'd be gone in a month, and I'd still be here.

She wiggled her butt in her seat, dancing to some beat I couldn't hear. “I'm so excited.”

My lips twitched. “I'm happy for you.”

“I have to move.” She jumped up and hit Play on a song on her phone. It was one with a catchy beat. She moved to the rhythm for a few seconds, and I couldn't look away. Then she turned in a sultry move, catching my gaze with a glint in her eye. She curled her finger in the universal come-hither gesture for me to join her.

I shook my head. “Oh, no. I'm not a dancer.”

The singer was going on about why this guy was obsessed with her, and I had to ask the same question. Why was I so obsessed with this woman?

Luna danced even more sensually, her hips swaying to the beat, her eyes full of heat. She refused to let go of my gaze, or maybe it was me who refused to look away.

She held her hand out to me, her hips swaying from side to side, and I rose without any thought, moving closer to her. My heart was beating in time with the rhythm of the song. It was so hot in the kitchen.

Luna's cheeks were pink, her eyes bright as I lightly placed my hands on her hips so she could continue swaying. Her hands curled around my neck, bringing her breasts flush against my chest.

My dick pressed against her stomach, and I nearly groaned out loud. I'd say she was a tease, but I was just as in this as she was. If I had any doubts about her being attracted to me, those were gone.

Her fingers curled in my hair at the base of my neck, her body was pressed against mine, and all my blood had drained south.

Her movements caused her to rub against my dick that was now standing at full attention. It was hard and aching underneath my zipper, but I wanted more.

The song ended, and another suggestive song came on. Her movements didn't falter.

She turned so her ass was pressed against my crotch. My hands were still at her hips, but I didn't want her to move away from me, so I spread one palm across her stomach pressing her back against me.

It was a selfish move, but all logic had fled my brain. My dick was in charge of what was going on now, and I couldn't bring myself to care. I wanted this woman. It had been too long since I'd been with a woman, and this one was burrowing into my soul.

I felt things for her I hadn't for anyone else. I felt tenderness mixed with affection and desire. Heat licked my neck and curled down my spine.

When her hand curled around my neck, pressing her body more firmly against mine, I moved in time with her. It was as if we were one.

We danced like that for the rest of the song, and when the next one came on, my heart was thumping hard.

She turned, her arms still curled around my neck, but my head had lowered so her lips were right there.

I should have asked her if it was okay to kiss her, but I was lost to the moment, the music thumping in my chest, her body moving sensually against mine.

It should have been a sweet kiss, a slow seduction, but the buildup was too much. I couldn't resist devouring her. This was how I dreamed of kissing her since I saw her naked in the hot tub.

I wanted more.

Our lips met in a clash of tongue, our dance moves momentarily forgotten as we kissed. My tongue plunged into her mouth, wanting to explore every inch. When her tongue curled around mine, I groaned.

I was in ecstasy with this woman, and we hadn't done more than grind against each other and kiss. Our bodies stilled as our mouths moved over each other's.

I finally ripped my mouth from hers. “Luna, I want you.” My voice was gruff.

Her eyes wide, she said, “I want you too.”

“This isn't going to be sweet or gentle. I can't hold back.”

Her eyes darkened with desire. “Please.”

Fuck. That one sweet word was my undoing. With a growl, I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my hips instinctively. What was it about this woman that got me like no one else had?

I felt out of control. My hands actually trembled slightly as I moved her back against a wall, and pressed my cock between her legs. Pleasure exploded behind my eyelids. There was way too much material between us, but her mouth was hot and wet, her fingers tight against my neck.

She pulled my hair, the sting urging me on. I shoved a hand up her shirt, cupping her breast through lace. The nipple was hard as I tweaked it between my fingers.

She moaned into my mouth, and I wanted to make her feel so good. I wanted her to forget about her exes and anyone else who came before me.

She tightened her legs around my hips, rubbing shamelessly against me. This was going to be over before I wanted it to be if I didn't get control of this situation.

I moved so that she slid down the wall to her feet. I pulled her shirt over her head, then ripped the bra cups down so her breasts were exposed to me.

They were large and full, her nipples a dusty rose. I remembered them from the night in the hot tub, but this was so much better. I could touch them, lick and suck them.

The pressure against my zipper was intense. I adjusted myself, not willing to shove my pants down just yet. I wanted to make her feel good first.

Thank God she was wearing leggings. I ripped them down and off in one motion, taking whatever panties she was wearing with them.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall down her shoulders. Her eyes locked on mine. She stood naked before me, her legs slightly apart so I could smell her sex.

I didn't need to touch her to know that she was wet for me. Her body was pink from her cheeks to her chest.

“You're gorgeous. So much better than I remembered.” The night of the hot tub had a dreamlike quality to it. The edges of the images had gotten fuzzy. But right now, she was in crisp, bright colors, and I didn't want to forget any of this moment.

I wasn't sure she'd give into this pleasure again, and I wasn't going to take the fact that she was giving herself to me for granted.

I lowered to my knees in front of her, her legs widening to accommodate my size. I palmed both breasts, testing the weight, rubbing the nipples until she was writhing against the wall. I wanted so much more.

I uncovered one nipple and sucked it into my mouth, but the smell of her sex was beckoning me. I needed to taste her, to know if she was as sweet everywhere as her mouth.

When I moved down, she whimpered in anticipation. I wanted to hear her sounds of pleasure. “Be loud. No one can hear you.”

That idea seemed to let something loose inside of her. I parted her folds and dove in, licking and sucking like I was starved for a good meal.

Her juices tasted so sweet on my tongue. Her hips undulated against me; her thighs trembled against my ears.

I used two fingers to enter her tight channel my tongue circling her clit. Her fingers landed in my hair, gripping me tightly to her as if I was in danger of running away from this.

I wanted to stay here forever, surrounded by her scent. In a sense, she was marking me, and I'd never be the same again.

This kind of woman came around once in a lifetime, and I was ecstatic that she'd given in to me. That she wanted me with a wild abandon.

Who knew she was so carefree in her affections? Had her exes gotten to see her like this? I had a feeling she didn't let go with many people. Satisfaction bloomed in my chest. I was the only one who made her feel like this. She could be herself with me.

I pumped my fingers inside of her while I licked around her clit. The nub was swollen, and I was positive it was aching. Her head landed with a thunk against the wall behind her, and I wished that I could soothe it. But at the same time, I wanted her to be a little wild. It was the sign of good sex, and I wanted this night embedded in her brain forever.

I sucked hard on her clit. At the same time, I increased the pace of my fingers moving inside her. She came with a cry of my name, her fingers twisting harder in my hair. Her legs tightened, and her hips arched into me one last time, her walls clenching hard around my fingers. I licked her through the orgasm, then carefully eased back.

I wasn't sure if she'd open her eyes and they'd be filled with regret. I didn't want her to wish any of this night away. I had plans for this wall and later my bed.

I slowly stood. “Luna, I have to see your eyes.”

Her lids slowly fluttered open. They were soft. “I want more.”

I dropped my mouth to the skin where her neck met her shoulder. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

She nodded jerkily. “Yes.”

Her fingers curled in my hair, my favorite spot for her to touch me.

I pulled back, bracing an arm on the wall by her head. I needed to know where she was at before I removed the rest of my clothes. I wanted to let lose. “I want to fuck you against this wall.”

Her eyes darkened with lust. “Yes, please.”

A tingle swept through my body. “You ask so sweetly. I can't say no to you.”

Her lips curved at the corners. Her hands drifted down my shirt and curled around the edges. “You're wearing too many clothes.”

I pulled my shirt off in one motion while she fumbled with the buckle of my jeans. I shoved her hands to the side while I did it myself, never taking my eyes off hers. I wanted to make sure she was with me.

She licked her lips, her eyes tracking my movements. I'd never wanted anyone more than I wanted her. When I finally freed myself, precum leaked from the tip of my cock.

She let out a soft gasp when it bobbed against my stomach.

“Like what you see?”

Her startled gaze lifted to meet mine. “You're huge everywhere.”

My chest puffed with pride. I had a feeling she was being honest, which made it even better. “Are you sure you want this?”

She nodded as her hand wrapped tentatively around the base of my cock. I covered her hand with mine, the combination of her soft hand against my hot dick had me jerking in her grip. “Like this.” I liked a firm grip.

She slowly lowered to the floor in front of me, and I should have been concerned about her knees, but I figured I'd haul her back up after a few seconds. I wanted to be inside her in the worst way.

But when she licked the precum from my dick like it was her favorite flavor, I let my head fall back with pleasure. I couldn't remember what my intentions were. I was in the moment with her, her hand pumping my cock while she licked the head.

Every muscle in my body was tense, but my hand in her hair was gentle. I needed that connection to her. This was more than physical pleasure. A warmth spread through my body that had nothing to do with her mouth on me.

“Luna, you have to know?—”

Her gaze met mine while she sucked me into her mouth. I forgot what I was going to say. She was mastering me with that mouth, her hands. And it was because it was her hand on me, her mouth sucking my dick.

She twisted and pumped, her mouth sucking and licking. Her tongue led a trail over the sensitive skin, only to suck me inside again. I felt lightheaded, my body overcome with pleasure. But I wanted to be inside of her.

“Luna—”

If anything, she sucked harder. Fuck, I didn't want to come down her throat. Not yet. Not when I hadn't been inside her yet.

With all the strength I could summon, I lifted her to her feet, then reached for the condom in my jeans. I'd shoved one in there earlier after thinking about what could happen tonight. It wasn't part of my plans; it was more of a be-prepared-for-anything kind of decision.

She took the rubber from me and smoothed it over my cock.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

A smile curled over her lips. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I lifted her in one motion and pressed her against the wall. Her legs widened, and my cock rested against her wet folds.

“Yes,” she said.

I'd never felt anything closer to heaven before. Her arms came around my neck, her legs locked behind my back.

I slid through her folds, teasing both of us, before the head of my cock nudged her entrance and her mouth opened on a soft gasp.

“I want to fuck you hard and fast.”

She whimpered.

“Are you with me?”

She nodded, her fingers curling in my hair. The now-familiar motion sent waves of tenderness through me as I slid inside her. I gripped her hips tight as I reveled in the sensation of her walls surrounding me.

She moved as much as she could against me. “More.”

I set my feet and pumped inside her, racing to the finish line, hoping that this wasn't it for us. That she'd let me carry her to my bed and lay her out like she was dessert.

She was soft against my hard body, her breasts pressed against my chest. Her legs trembled as I shoved her harder toward release.

When her legs tightened I increased my pace, determined that she go over before me. When the first spasm erupted around my dick, I couldn't hold back anymore. I let go with a growl.

I felt primal with her, like I was staking my claim for the rest of time. I wanted her to smell like me forever, and I wanted her scent to linger on my beard so that I got hard every time I caught a whiff of it. I'd never felt this crazy for anyone else before.

I was wild and out of control, yet I set her down softly, making sure she was leaning against the wall before I took care of the condom and threw it in the closest trash can. My cock was still hard. “I want you again.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“I've never been more serious about anything.” I lifted her easily into my arms, into my new favorite position. She was wrapped around me as I walked her to my bedroom and set her onto the bed. “I've imagined you here like this.”

She arched a delicate brow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Every time you were in here, I'd get hard from my imagination. But this is so much better. I want to make you come again and again.”

She licked her lips. “I'm not going to argue with you.”

“Fuck yes.” I placed one knee on the bed, then moved over her, kissing her until she was writhing against me. I barely remembered to grab a condom from the nightstand before entering her again. This time, I forced myself to slow the pace. I sat back so I could see the spot where my cock entered her pussy. I'd never felt so territorial about someone before. I didn't want her with anyone else, and we hadn't even talked about what this was.