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My laughter died, and heat pumped through my bloodstream.

“You’re always sexy, Lore.” I sat up and grabbed her hips, yanking her into my lap. “And I can’t stop thinking about you. My brain is allLorelei, Lorelei, my cute, sweet blondie.”

Her mouth formed a little O at my confession.

Fuck.

Why did I admit that?

“And of course sex. With you.” When I rocked my hips against hers, rubbing my erection between her legs, the hunger filled her hazy eyes.

She moaned and rubbed against me. “We’re being totally stupid, aren’t we?”

“Yep.” I slowly lifted her t-shirt, tossing it to the floor. “Stupid and idiotic, but I want you so bad right now I can’t stand it.”

Lorelei dragged her nails across my chest, her head tipping back as she ground against me. “Damn you, Vanderhart. I wasn’t supposed to want you.”

I unhooked her bra and slowly slid it down her arms, giving her ample time to protest. When she didn’t, I flipped us around and pushed her down on the bed.

“There’s no going back now, blondie. Tonight, you’re mine.”

CHAPTER 38

FOR US

Lorelei

Tonight, you’re mine.

Axel’s words hung in the air between us for an impossibly long moment, the jagged edge to his tone only heightening the heat raging to my lower half. He peered down at me, those eyes filled with so much fire, they ignited the air between us, burning away the composure I spent years building.

His gaze, intense and unyielding, demanded answers that I wasn't sure I could give without revealing the turmoil swirling inside. After spending most of the night in Ax’s lap being forced to endure his hard cock between my legs, I was about a second from exploding.

It didn’t matter that we were both wasted or that the only reason we were all over each other earlier was to make Cordelia jealous. Because right now, it was just Axel and me, and this wasn’t for show.

This was for us.

I wasn’t delusional enough to think he actually had real feelings for me, but there was definite attraction and for tonight, it was enough.

As if he read the unspoken answer in my eyes, his mouth captured mine, devouring every inch of my swollen lips. We’d been at it all night, and still, I couldn’t get enough. The kiss grew more demanding as his hands roamed my bare torso. When his fingers found my nipple, my back arched into him, and a groan spilled out.

“Mmm, you like that, blondie?” He rocked his hips against my center, dragging his cock across the taut bundle of nerves aching for release. Even through his swim trunks and the thick denim of my jean shorts between us, I could feel every inch of him. But it wasn’t enough… I wanted more.

My response finally came in an embarrassing whimper. “Mmhmm.”

His mouth moved down my jaw, dropping kisses along my neck until he found the curve of my breasts. He took my nipple in his mouth, tongue twirling around the sensitive peak. “Damn, Lorelei, why do you taste so good?”

Before, the answer would’ve been simple. It was my ridiculously expensive perfumes and body lotions, but since my father cut my allowance, I’d been using the few remaining bottles so sparingly I forgot to pack them for the weekend.

I assumed it was a rhetorical question anyway. He didn’t wait for my response as he dragged his tongue down my torso, sucking and nibbling as if I truly were delicious. I melted at each touch, each lingering lick. When he reached the waistband of my cutoffs, his eyes lifted to mine, a question in that unspoken gaze.

My head bobbed and he made quick work of my shorts, tugging them down my legs and exposing my lace thong beneath.

“Fuck, did you wear this for me?” He eyed the skimpy, see-through scrap of material that exposed my perfectly waxed pussy. There were some luxuries I just couldn’t give up no matter the cost. “Or do you just like to torture me like that?”

“Definitely the second one.” I smirked as his teeth closed around my nipple. “Ow!” I squealed when he dragged his teeth across the super sensitive tip.

His smirk turned downright feral. “Wrong answer, blondie.” Releasing my breast, he dipped his head between my legs. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.” He clenched the delicate lace between his teeth, and a sharp rip echoed over the symphony of our haggard breaths.