Page 41 of Wallflower No More

He blushes. “Honestly, I think it was inevitable, but probably when you broke my dick.”

I laugh. “Come again? Yes, pun intended.”

Axel smirks. “Scarlett, I haven't had sex since Freshman year. My dick literally stopped working. Because it has always been you.”

Desire flows through my belly and creates a sweet throbbing between my legs. “How many times did you watch me, and I didn't know you were there?”

“A few times.” He vaguely answers.

“How many times did you break into my old apartment?” I whisper. He shakes his head, but I need details. “How many, Axel?”

“Does it really matter?” He deflects.

“No, but I still have a right to know,” I answer honestly.

He gulps. “Almost every night for a year.”

Oh, I wasn't expecting that. “Why?”

“Because I'm obsessed with you, and I have been for two years, Scarlett.”

“Why did you wait so long?” I ask.

“Because I was a fool.” He winces.

“But why?” I know the answer, but I need to hear him say it.

“Come on, Scarlett.” He pleads.

“Axel, I need you to admit it out loud.” Call it self-torture, but still.

“My father is an asshole, Scarlett, that's the reason I've only ever dated supermodels. Am I attracted to them? Sure, but those aren't the only ones that I find beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman, person I have ever seen or known.” He smiles over at me.

I can feel myself blushing. “Well, don't worry, I never have to meet your dad.”

“I won't keep you a secret, Scarlett. He already knows, anyway. He's coming to a football game so that we can discuss it.” He shrugs.

My face turns serious. I don't want to cause trouble between him and his family. “Axel, as much as it would kill me, maybe we should break up. I don't want to cause friction between you and your dad.”

He moves to the edge of the bed so fast, the throw pillow still in place, and grabs my hand. “Scarlett, there will always be trouble between me and him because, in many ways, we are alike, but I won't give you up even if he threatens to cut me off.”

“What does cutting you off mean? Obviously, money, but you could survive without it. Hell, most of us are poor here, and we make it just fine. Do you mean he will have nothing to do with you if you choose to stay with me?” My heart breaks for him.

He nods. “That's exactly what I mean, Scarlett. But if there's one thing I've learned over the past two years of being in Texas, it's that family isn't always blood. And if Theodore Creed can easily write me off, then so be it.”

A chill runs up and down my spine. “When he visits, do I have to meet him? My vote is no, but he's your dad, so whatever you want me to do.”

He clinches his jaw. “I don't want you anywhere fucking near him, Scarlett. He'll seek you out, and if I can't keep you from him, he'll offer you money to leave me alone.”

My heart shoots to my throat. My face turns rigid. “I won't accept anything from him, Axel.”

He kisses my lips. “I know we wouldn't be together if I thought you would.” I've never really been bold or highly comfortable in my own skin, but Axel makes me feel sexy. Alive. Taking my towel, I slowly throw it back on the floor. He reaches for me, and without hesitation, I fall into his arms. “If I would have known that would be your reaction to my stalkerish ways, I'd have told you months ago.” Axel smells me in the crease of my neck. “You smell like vanilla and honey, and it drives me crazy. I swear on my life that I got a hard-on the other day while munchin' on some honey Teddy Grahams. All because they smell just like you.”

My body erupts in laughter. “You're crazy.”

Axel flips me on my back and hovers over me. He spreads my legs and rubs his cock over my clit. Eliciting a sigh of pleasure from my lips. “Is that crazy enough for you?”

My heart lives and beats for this man. What a scary thought. “Crazy is overrated. However, insane, that's much better.” Axel cups my pussy at the same time he bites my nipple. Pain and pleasure rip through me, and I scream out his name. My wetness is dripping down to the bed, but it doesn't embarrass me. I'm more comfortable with him now. He's seen me bare, and still, he wants me. Craves me even.