“I want you to take me from behind.” She leans forward, gripping the bedpost in both hands. I don’t waste any time. I position myself behind her, parting her folds with my tip. Madison gasps when I enter her but encourages me not to stop. Thank God because I don’t know if I could at this point.
My hands find her soft stomach as I push in and out of her. Her tight walls hug me perfectly.
“That feels so good, Axel.” She raises up as I continue pulsing deep inside of her.
“You feel so good, baby.” I groan into her ear. “But I really want to see your face when I come.”
“Don’t worry,” she says, reaching around and grabbing my ass. “We’re just getting started.” And she’s right. We fuck for hours, trying positions I’d only ever dreamed of trying. The sense of comfortability between us, both in body and soul, is alarming. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before, and to be honest it scares the living hell out of me. As much as I try to keep these thoughts at bay, they keep creeping up.
With both of our bodies damp and growing tired, I toss her onto her back. Madison brushes her hair away from her damp forehead. I meet her warm brown eyes as I enter her once more, taking my time, slow and deliberate. She brushes my hair away from my forehead and replaces it with a gentle kiss.
Buried deep inside of my sweet, curvy Madison, the familiar swelling takes over, and I know it’s a matter of seconds before I’m spent. “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Come inside me. I’m on the pill.” She whispers, and it’s all the permission I need. No sooner have the words left her lips than I release every drop of my seed deep inside of my woman. She pulls me to her breasts and wraps her arms around me. Breathless and tired from our marathon, I allow myself to be held. It’s been a long time since anyone did that, and Madison’s arms feel like a homecoming.
Stop that kind of thinking!
“Wow, Merry Christmas.” She whispers against my cheek.
“Already?”
“Axel, it’s two in the morning.”
I raise my head from her chest and glance at the clock on her bedside. Sure enough, the night has slipped away from us. “We’d better go to sleep if we want Santa to come.”
“Who cares if Santa comes. We both already did. That man can fend for himself.” This odd little joke takes me by surprise, and I find myself laughing.
“It’s not that funny.” Madison can’t hide her own laughter.
“I know, but that’s what makes it funny.” I roll over onto my back, switching positions by pulling Madison onto my chest. “Bad jokes are the best.”
“Oh, stick around I’ve got tons of them.” She giggles again, but this time I don’t join her.
Can I stick around? Is that something I want to do? I know my job keeps me traveling, but I could always get a new job. Or I could go on with my life and chalk this whole experience up to a Christmas miracle, finding a woman as wonderful as Madison and not having to ever learn if she’s too good to be true like everything else has ever been in my life.
I let out a humorous little huff, so she doesn’t think I’m ignoring her. Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I’m working damn hard on figuring out how I’m supposed to go on with my life and forget about her after a night like this—if that’s even possible.
CHAPTERSEVEN
MADISON
We fallasleep in each other’s arms, but I keep waking up. Knowing that Axel is leaving later today shouldn’t bother me—it was clear this was probably going to be a one-night thing—but something deep inside me wants him to stay, and that scares me because surely he’s ready to move on with his life.
I roll over and sneak a glimpse at the giant trucker in the bed next to me. The sunlight pools across his face, highlighting his full lips, still swollen from last night’s activities. As if sensing my glance, Axel stirs. I try to pretend I wasn’t staring at him, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
“Hey,” he says, meeting my stare. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” I whisper. This is the first time I’ve been with anyone on Christmas morning in years, and it feels both foreign and fantastic, like a hole I didn’t know existed has been emotionally filled. “Hungry? I can make breakfast.” He doesn’t answer right away, and I rush to correct my mistake. “Unless you have to get going. I totally understand—“
“Madison.” Axel turns to face me and traces a line down my bare arm. I instantly shiver under his touch. “I’d love some breakfast.”
Internally, I let out a sigh of relief. I can’t believe I’m this attached to him already. “Are eggs okay?”
“Whatever you’re making’s okay, baby.” The sheet falls from his chest when he rises on his elbow and gently kisses me on my shoulder. It takes all of my might not to crawl on top of him for a little early morning fun, but I don’t know if my heart can handle another intense session like we just had. It’s already going to be so hard to say goodbye.
I hop out of bed and head toward the kitchen. I probably should’ve just suggested he leave. Making breakfast for him is only prolonging the inevitable parting, but I need just a little bit more time with him. Who knows? Maybe he’ll head back through Thunder Mountain one of these days and pay little ol’ me a big ol’ visit.
“Stop it,” I say to myself as I crack the eggs into the bowl. This is exactly why I don’t get myself into situations like this. I get attached so easily, which isn’t a good thing considering the universe has other plans for me, plans that require remaining alone.