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But it seemed Axel wanted to talk. He held me back from him and smoothed his hand over my head. "Kayla, I want to be with you, but I want you to know this isn't just a fling to me. You are special to me, and I don't ever want to hurt you.

"I know," I said. "I trust you."

"Maybe it won't be easy, with our family issues, and the fact that I travel all of the time, but you're all I think about, and I want to be with you. I want us to be together."

I answered him with another kiss and tightened my arms around him.

The elevator dinged and stopped, and we made our way to my room, where I fumbled with my key while wondering if I was dreaming.

Axel nuzzled my neck as I unlocked the door. When we were in the room, he pulled me to him and I wrapped myself around him, feeling so lucky and so grateful, and then soon, feeling nothing but need for him. He lifted me up and I latched my legs around his waist and curled down to kiss him, to taste his delicious mouth.

He carried me across the room and I tugged at the bottom of his shirt as he moved, kissing him all the time, even as he lowered me to the bed.

He held himself over me and smiled down at me. "Are we doing this?" he asked.

I paused to savor his features; to admire him in three dimensions when I'd so often seen him only in print or pixels or memory. I took in his kind brown eyes, his crooked, vulnerable nose, the slight stubble above his sexy lips. I wanted to look at this very real face every day for the rest of my life. "There is no way we're not doing this," I said, and I used my legs to pull him down onto me.

We kissed for just a few minutes, our tongues tangling as the weight of his body pressed into me and I melted from the inside out. I continued to pull at his clothing, and was surprised by my own wantonness, but of course I was dealing with ten years of bottled up, unsatisfied desire.

He finally helped me take off his shirt, and I admired his lean, hard muscled chest with both my eyes and hands. I recalled seeing him shirtless a few times when we were young, and I'd always gotten a thrill, and probably blushed at the sight of him. Now, more than ever, I realized what a boy he'd been then. He was so strong now, filled-in and solid, and when he wrapped me in his embrace, I felt the realization of a dream come true.

Axel became impatient with my clothing then, and together we pulled off my shirt and unhooked my bra. As my breasts were freed, he paused and stared in gratifying admiration.

"Kayla, you were always a pretty girl." His words were heavy with lust, his voice deep. "But you are a stunning woman." He pulled his eyes upward, looked into mine and ran a hand through my hair. "Have I told you I love your red hair? It suits you." He stretched out a strand, straightening it, extending it down to my chest, before he let it go to cup one of my breasts.

His palm was rough on my skin and it felt wonderful. He stroked a thumb over my already hard nipple, and brought it to a tighter bud before he sucked it into his hot mouth.

"Oh, Axel," I cried out and arched my back at his contact, and he quickly gave the same attention to my other breast. I squirmed under him, wrapped a leg around him again and felt his hard cock pressing into me through our clothing.

"Axel, I need you," I begged, as his tongue sent sensations from my nipples straight down to where I needed him most. I was so hot and wet, and we still had too many clothes on. "I want you inside me."

He stood then, quickly undid his pants, and extracted a condom from his pocket. I shed my own remaining clothes while keeping my eyes glued to him and the body he revealed to me. For a moment I felt like a fifteen-year-old, getting a forbidden peek at my sexy stepbrother, but Axel was all man, the hard lines of his chest extending down to lean hips and a thick, long cock. Damn if every inch of him wasn't better than I'd imagined, and I'd done a lot of imagining.

"Talk about stunning," I said.

He grinned in response, but his eyes were completely focused on me and my now naked body. I lay back on the bed and watched him sheathe his erection. He paused before moving toward me and I felt his eyes covering my body, making me even hotter than I'd been.

"Talk about beautiful," he said.

He watched me for another long moment, then he nudged my legs apart and crawled between them. He slid his palm across my stomach, over my hips and down my thighs. He slowly drew his hands back up toward my center, and I nearly whimpered in anticipation. When his fingers gently grazed the outer folds of my pussy, I mewed with pleasure.

His touch was expert. He was gentle at first and had me losing my breath after just a few strokes of his fingers. He focused on my clit, swirled around it, and then pushed against it, and I grew light-headed with my desire.

He slipped a finger into me and I heard him make a sound of surprise. "You're so wet," he said as he spread the slickness back to my throbbing clit.

"I'm so ready for you." I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me, urging him onto me. I watched him line himself up, and I felt the thick head of his cock nudge at my entry.

"Oh, Axel," I moaned, as he slid into me gently and slowly. He was so wide. I stretched to accommodate him, and sighed at the glorious friction between our most intimate areas. He filled me, but he was still moving into me, and when his hips finally met mine, I felt blissfully complete.

He held still inside of me. I was adjusting to the size of him, and I felt him twitching against my inner walls.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He looked deep into my eyes and brushed a few strands of hair away from my face.

"I have never, ever been better." I kissed his smiling lips, and he started to move in me. He slid his length nearly out of me, and I raised my hips to meet his return. He gradually increased his rhythm, and soon we were in perfect sync, the bed rocking beneath us as Axel pumped in and out of me.

He was holding himself over me, but I wanted to feel as much of his body pressed against me as possible. I grasped his muscular shoulders and urged him down onto me. His chest pressed into mine and I wrapped myself tightly around him, never wanting to let go.

My breaths came quicker and I felt myself approaching an edge. Axel seemed to sense it, for he deepened his thrusts, cupped my head in his hand, and leaned close to my ear.