Page 51 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“I’m not going to let you. I’m going to help you figure out what you need.”

“I just have one rule.”

“Anything. And you can add rules as we go. I’ll always respect your boundaries. You’re in control here. Always.”

“I don’t want to kiss. It’s personal. It’s the one thing that wasn’t taken from me. I only want to give that to someone I love, if that ever happens someday.”

Fuck. Why is my first thought that I want it to be me?

“I can respect that. I don’t kiss either.”

“You really don’t mind doing this?”

“You’re a beautiful woman I enjoy spending time with. Helping you through this is no hardship. I want to see you happy and in control of your life.”

“You’re too good for this world, Axel James.”

“Nah. I’m just a Heathen biding his time on Earth, trying to rid it of the evil that lurks here.” My hands move of their own accord, running back down over her thighs, pressing my fingertips a little more firmly into her tight muscles. Her bare skin is so smooth, so warm, and I can’t get enough of it. “Closeyour eyes, baby girl,” I whisper, my voice deeper than it was just a moment ago. Sienna does as I say, falling back on the bed.

I focus on one leg, running my hands from the hem of her shorts down her thighs, passing her knee, and massaging her calf. When I get to her ankle, I pull off her sandal, setting it to the side and running my fingers over the arch of her foot. She painted her toes dark red tonight, almost a rust color that reminds me of her name and autumn leaves. It’s the polish I picked out specifically because it’s my favorite color. I smile as I press my thumbs into each one.

Sienna breathes roughly, her lower back arching. Fuck, she’s liking this as much as I am. My cock strains painfully against the zipper of my jeans, but I ignore it. I can’t help how he responds to her, but the bastard won’t be getting anything but my hand after she’s asleep.

I rub her foot, moving slowly back up her leg, a little firmer this time, figuring out what kind of touch her body responds to. She seems to prefer it more gentle, slower, so I pull back slightly, grazing my fingertips over her smooth skin. Goosebumps scatter outward, her skin puckering. I get to the hem of her shorts, dipping my fingers just under the fabric, gauging her reaction. Then I work my way back down the opposite leg, removing her shoe, and starting the process all over again.

I’m completely in tune with all of her, every hitch of her breath, every tremble, and I soak up all of it. I explore her body like I’m mapping it out, committing every inch of her to memory.

Once I’ve massaged both legs, I slide up the outside of her thighs, over the slight arch of her hips and dip under her shirt. I can only reach so high in this position, so I stay around her waist, ghosting my fingertips over her skin, circling herbelly button.

“Axel . . .” she breathes roughly. And fuck if I don’t love the sound of that way too much. Her eyes are closed, her lower back arched. Fuck, she’s gotta be aching. Her pussy is right there, and I’m tempted to stay on my knees and beg for a taste of what’s waiting beneath her clothes. My cock strains painfully against my jeans, throbbing and leaking precum into my briefs. He’s gonna have to wait.

“It’s me, baby girl. How’s this feel?”

“Good. So good.”Good. Not fine. Not okay. I’m making her feel good.

“Such a good girl. Just feel it. Let your body relax.” Sienna stretches her arms out above her, her shirt tightening around her perky breasts. My thumbs swipe against the soft skin of her stomach, and she’s so fucking smooth, so intoxicating. Sienna is everything, and getting to have my hands all over her body like this is the privilege of a lifetime. Fuck orgasms, who knew that massaging someone you care about could be so intimate?

The guys are right. I’m a fucking goner for this woman. She’s mine, and I’d like to see Cain come out of hiding and try to take her from me. The Devil himself would lose that battle.

Chapter Eighteen

SIENNA

Iwake up to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, a low light streaming out from the partially shut door. I’m lying under the sheets in the same T-shirt I had on when I went to the girls’ night Axel set up for me. I’m just missing my shorts. Then it all comes flooding back in—his hands, the agreement we made to explore touch. Axel massaged almost every inch of my body from waist down, and it was incredible.

He’s right, his touch has never felt wrong. I’ve never once feared him or felt threatened. He’s comfort, and safety, and hope, all wrapped up in a gorgeous, caring package. If only it came without the leather cut. He makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel, but for the first time ever, I want to explore it. With him.

I bite my bottom lip, warmth spreading through my core, a shiver running up my spine. I sit up, looking at the light escaping from the bathroom, and curiosity wins out. I climb out of bed, my footfalls silent as I walk up to the door, pulling it open just enough to step inslightly.

Axel stands under the stream, his left hand braced against the tile, his other moving quickly in front of him. His entire body is flexing, the spray hitting his back. Every inch of him is covered in dark ink. From the tops of his feet to right under his ears and chin are intricate tattoos. The foggy glass distorts the view, but then I realize too late what he’s doing. His hand moves over his very large, very hard length, and I gasp, quickly slapping my hand over my mouth.

Axel’s head moves to the side, eyes meeting my own. His are heavily lidded, aroused, and holding mine hostage. I should leave, should run, but he holds me frozen right where I stand.

Axel stands up straighter, keeping his hand wrapped around his length as he looks at me. He’s confident, not at all ashamed to be standing in front of me, completely naked while he pleasures himself. What was I thinking walking in here? This is such an invasion of privacy.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I walked in, I?—”

“Don’t be sorry. It doesn’t bother me. You can watch me whenever you want.” The girls’ comments replay in my head. How Axel likes an audience, likes to be watched. Of course he wouldn’t be bothered by me walking in. Sounds like everyone else here has already seen him like this. The thought shouldn’t make me jealous, but it does.