I could sense him smiling against the skin of my neck, his hands sliding up and down my sides before coming to rest on the sides of my breasts. “Maybe if you let me suck on your perfect tits for a while, I’ll reconsider my evaluation.”

Knowing that once he got started, we were going to be busy for a while, I attempted to initiate the very important conversation I needed to have with him. “Axel, we really need to talk about some things.” He scooped me up, temporarily distracting me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, finding that he was already hard and ready for me. “Do you always have to manhandle me?” I asked with a laugh.

“You know you like it, Blaire Bear.” His long fingers sank into the flesh of my butt as he uttered my nickname. He was right; I loved how strong he was and how he could pick me up and toss me around. “Especially when I’m manhandling you around the bedroom,” he growled as he carried me across the room. He threw me on the bed, where I bounced once as he started crawling over my body like a sexy fucking predator.

Axel pulled my T-shirt off in one swift movement and threw it over his shoulder. “We won’t be needing that,” he said. Then he worked my panties over my hips and down my legs before tossing them over his other shoulder as his eyes twinkled up at me. “And we certainly won’t be needing those.” He planted open-mouthed kisses all over my stomach. My very flat stomach. Dammit, we really needed to have that conversation ASAP.

“Ax, baby. I need to talk to you about something important,” I said, pushing against his shoulders. He stood and reached behind his neck to pull his shirt off, and the rest of the words hung on my lips, only to slide backward across my tongue and down my throat, forgotten in an instant.

Sweet Lord, he is gorgeous. No matter how many times I saw Ax with his shirt off, I always had the same reaction, which was about a half step away from drooling.

Okay, full disclosure, sometimes I did drool a little bit.

“Sex first, talk later.” His deep voice rumbled through me, even from several feet away. “We haven’t been alone in two days, baby.”

My eyes tracked over his muscular chest and six-pack abs. God, and that sexy line of V muscles that pointed directly into his pants like an arrow on a naughty treasure map.

“I swear, your body looks like it was personally sculpted by the right hand of God, Ax.” Then he dropped his pants, and my eyes lowered to between his legs. “Except for that part,” I said, biting my bottom lip. “That was handcrafted by the devil himself.”