I cut him off sharply, my hand gentling against his scalp. “No! You don’t get to compare yourself to anyone else. Everyone isn’t the same, baby. We all have different strengths. Hell, you could put a complicated calculus problem in front of me, and I would have it worked out in seconds. But if you asked me to paint something or run a sprint, I would look like the biggest idiot in the world.” That earned me another little smile from him.

“No one has ever loved me like you, Blaire. Until Carrie. I was blown away by how quickly she accepted me into her sweet little heart.”

“That’s because you’re easy to love, Axel, and anyone who doesn’t love you doesn’t really have a heart.” I kissed his lips hard and felt them soften beneath mine. I dropped kisses across his face all the way to his ear. “And besides, you have tons of skills other than football,” I cooed.

“Mmmm, like what?” he murmured, his hands sliding down to cup my ass over my robe.

“The way you touch me,” I whispered as his mouth moved against my neck, sucking little chunks of my flesh between his lips and smoothing them with his tongue. “The things your mouth can do to me.”

“What else?” he asked against my neck, untying my robe and pushing it off my shoulders.

“My memory is a little fuzzy. I might need a refresher demonstration,” I teased. Before I knew what was happening, Axel had me beneath him, and we were ripping at each other’s clothes.

When we were both bared to each other, he pulled us under the covers and lay half on top of me, his hardness pressing insistently against my hip. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, strumming his thumb down my cheek.

“Yes, you do. No one loves me like you do, Axel.”

His gaze roamed my face before he gave me his eyes. “I’m going to marry you one day, Blaire.”

My heart skipped and soared and thumped in quick succession. “Are you asking or telling?”

“I’m telling,” he said with a sexy smirk before lowering his head to my chest.

“That’s awfully presumptuous of you,” I panted because his mouth was sucking gently on the underside of my breast. Who was I kidding? I would marry this man tonight right here in this hotel room.

“I can be very persuasive,” he said, raising his eyes to mine as he took my nipple between his teeth and tugged. His hand slid down my belly and over my mound before he slid a single finger through my smooth sex. “Blaire, baby. You’re soaked for me already.” I was. I was so wet it was almost embarrassing. He pushed his finger inside me at the same time he sucked my nipple hard, and my back arched off the bed.

“Axel,” I moaned.