“I may need to get arrested,” the first woman said and they both laughed.
Axl cleared his throat. He was mildly embarrassed, mostly amused. “Pardon us, ladies. Enjoy your evening.” He reluctantly set Leighton back down onto the floor. She wobbled a little and he steadied her with his hands on her waist.
She tossed her hair back off of her face, her cheeks tinged pink.
The elevator door kept trying to close and Axl kept sticking his arm in front of it. Leighton darted past the women and he shifted, still holding the door until the pair of ladies moved inside the elevator.
“Have fun,” one said.
“I can guarantee that, ma’am.”
They both seemed to think that was hilarious. But he meant it very sincerely.
Leighton pressed her hands to her cheeks as the doors closed, leaving them alone in the hushed hallway. “I should be embarrassed.”
“Don’t be.”
“I said I should be.” She gave him a sly smile. “But I’m not totally embarrassed because I think they were jealous of me. What woman wouldn’t be?”
Now he was the one who was actually mildly embarrassed. He cleared his throat. “Which way?”
“Left.” She pointed and started walking. “Three twelve.”
It was a short way which helped because his cock was rock hard and he wanted her naked yesterday.
Leighton fished her key card out of her purse and waved it in front of the touchpad. The green light went on and she opened the door and quickly stepped inside. Axl followed her, taking out his service revolver and setting it on the counter by the coffeemaker. Handcuffs went next to it.
Her eyes widened.
He realized he had probably just scared her. That looked sketchy as hell. Like he might do something threatening or abusive. He was about to tell her he would take them back down to his car when she sat down on the edge of her bed and started undoing her sandal strap.
“I’ve never been handcuffed before this afternoon,” she said.
He wasn’t going to lie. He was happy to hear that she wasn’t getting cuffed on a regular basis, either criminally or sexually. But he wasn’t sure whether she was freaked out right now or not. “I promise not to handcuff you tonight.”
She actually gave a nervous laugh. “Oh, geez, that never entered my mind. I’ve led a very, uh, vanilla life.”
Her sandal fell to the floor and she moved on to the second one, working at the buckle.
Axl felt a wave of tenderness toward her. Hell. He didn’t know if she wanted this or not. Fuck. “I’ll take the gun and the cuffs to the car. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Leighton.”
But she shook her head. “That’s okay. I think it’s kind of hot, actually. I mean, just sitting there. Not, you know, in use.”
All right then. Fuck yeah. Every time he thought he was going to have to rein it in she surprised him.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said, her hand fluttering over her chest.
“Do whatever you want,” he said. “There are no rules.” Yanking his shirt out of his pants, he undid the buttons. She was perched on the edge of the bed now, just waiting for him to make a move. Fine by him. He moved in between her thighs, forcing her knees apart. She stared up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her excited and anxious breathing.
Bending over, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. Instantly she wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him back with enthusiasm. Axl eased her back down onto the bed, running his hand over the bare skin of her thigh. Her blonde hair fanned out on the mattress and her t-shirt was caught beneath her hip, stretching it so that her cleavage was on full display. It was a gorgeous sight. He couldn’t resist caressing up her side and lightly brushing over that swell of pale skin peeking out at him before burying his hand in her hair.
He kissed her lips, her neck. Leighton tasted sweet like the wine she’d been drinking and he stroked his tongue over hers, wanting even more. Having her splayed out like this before him was an unexpected gift he hadn’t even known he’d wanted until the second he’d seen her at Tap That. She was making little soft sounds of encouragement, her nails digging lightly into his arms.
Axl explored her every soft inch with his hands, teasing at her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, and dipping briefly between her thighs to stroke at the front of her denim shorts. Her waist fascinated him. She had such a full chest, curvy hips and tiny waist, that the S shape gave him endless entertainment. He could run his hands over that all night.
Her tank top gave under his sharp tug and he exposed her bra, a basic pink cotton that was straining against the volume of her tits. The bounce they gave at his movements made him groan just a little before he lowered his head to suck at the swell spilling out of her cup. It tasted as good as it looked. She gasped. Axl flipped both cups down simultaneously. Freed the nipples. Fuck yeah. The raspberry buds were taut and he drew one into his mouth, enjoying the sharp intake of breath from Leighton. He sucked and lathed it with his tongue, before moving to the other to give it the same treatment. Testing the weight of her tits, he cupped them, and felt his cock harden even further. Her chest was amazing.
He had to see her without the tank top and bra interfering. Sitting back, he shoved at the wrap thing she had on over her shirt. It was a sheer fabric and caught behind her. There was the unmistakable sound of a rip. “Fuck. Sorry, Leighton.” Sometimes he