Faded jeans give way to a black zip up hoodie that’s probably big enough for me to use as a sleeping bag. The material looks thin and soft, and I want to rub my cheek against it.
The shirt stretches over his frame as he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs, and I think maybe I just want to rub my face onhim.
I’ve heard the term barrel-chested before, but for the first time I feel like I finally understand. He’s not fat. He’s just… thick. One of his hands shifts next to his side and my eyes are drawn back down.
Both of his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows and – I swallow – his arms are covered in tattoos. I can’t make out the details of the dark markings in the low light of the bar, but my body doesn’t care. The reaction I have to this man is visceral and I haven’t even-
Every thought I have floats straight into a brick wall when my eyes move up to his face.
The lightest-blue eyes I’ve ever seen are staring down at me.
Jez-zus.
I’m pretty sure my tongue is lolling out onto the table, but I can’t stop myself from taking the rest of him in. The tanned skin. The salt and pepper beard. The matching grey-streaked hair that’s just long enough to be unruly.
This man is an absolute Silver Fox and my libido that’s been slumbering in hibernation for the last decade just woke the fuck up.
I swear my eyes have turned into tiny hearts as I blink up at this handsome giant, and that’s when I remember I’m still bent over the table, my low-cut shirt surely gaping obscenely.
Letting go of the hold I had on my hair, I bolt upright in my chair.
His eyes remain locked on my face as he continues to stare.
Wait… Did he say something?
Chapter2
Axel
“Maddie.”I repeat her name, only this time I don’t say it like a question.
This is her. It has to be her.
Pretty green eyes blink up at me through long dark lashes and she’s… I take a deep inhale. She’s fucking stunning. Beautiful. Perfect.
She’s half hidden by the table, and I’m trying hard to avoid staring at the cleavage she has on display. Because if I focus on that for even a second, I’m going to dive in face first. But even if I couldn’t see any of her softly curved body, it wouldn’t matter, because her face captivated me the second I laid eyes on her.
Pale skin, flushed cheeks, and pink lips all angled towards me in a heart-shaped face. She looks like a little fairy princess, and I need to hear her voice more than I’ve needed anything in my life.
“Baby Doll, I need you to answer me. Are you Maddie?”
Baby Doll?
What the fuck is this girl doing to me? I never use pet names.
Her lips part, and I feel myself holding my breath.
“Yes, sir.”
Christ.
Those two little words go straight to my dick, and before I know what I’m doing, I grip the back of the chair across from her and lower my big frame into the seat.
I wasn’t going to sit down. I was just going to walk in, tell her Brian wouldn’t be coming, and leave.
But here I am. And she’s back to blinking at me. And I swear to fuck if she keeps doing that my dick is going to tear through my jeans.
Chapter3