Dreadful Desire

Chapter 43

It's been an hour and I haven't heard a single peep from Axle. He hasn't moved a muscle either, his shadow still lingers by the door. I don't want to ruin our weekend with my confession in my mother's death.

I formulate a plan to explain everything at a later date. I want to ask him if we can have dinner at my place when we return and I'll explain everything to him then. This way we can enjoy the weekend, I really hope he says yes.

It'll give me time to figure out what to say. I've never told anyone ... ANYONE what really happen that day, not even Shelly. She'll probably kill me knowing I told Axle first. She's my best friend and I haven't even opened up to her about this. What if she doesn't forgive me for telling Axle first?

I shake my head of the thoughts of Shelly and try to focus at the task at hand, one bridge at a time Chloe, one at a time.

I rise from the bed planting both feet on the cushioned floor, savoring the silky soft feeling of the fluffy rug massaging my toes.

I steel my nerves, placing one foot in front of the other, stopping before the door, locking my eyelids , steady, I inhale one deep lung consuming breath in, expelling it as my shaky hand reaches for the door handle, whispering, "Please don't leave me."

My eyes peel apart, turning the handle, pulling the door open to view, a peaceful sleeping, striking, Axle on the floor. He's on his perfect rounded ass, tattooed feet flat on the floor, arms clasped around his shins, head leaning back to the wall.

My heart fills with angst, tears prick my eyes. How could I be so selfish knowing he was waiting out here for me? I bend at the waist, arms extending, grabbing both his arms attempting to lift him up when the very sound of his voice sends chills down my spine in the most delicious way possible.

"Well if you're going to wake me up like this, I'll fall asleep by your door any day," he growls as he chuckles.

I peer at his eyes, following their direction to see what he's babbling on about. His orbs are observing my ample breast, protruding out of the slim red bikini top.

Concerned with his comfort, I hadn't realized the position I had put myself in. Heat consumes my cheeks as I think of a sassy come back. "Well Mr. Cross, there's more than one way to get my breasts in your face," I seductively say while staring into his crystal clear orbs inviting playful banter to enter an erotic situation.

"Well Ms. Knox, please enlighten me to these other methods you speak of," he rasps, rising to full hight never breaking eye contact.

"Mr. Cross! Are you stating that you have no inclination as to other strategies that can be used to have these," I cup my breasts, bringing them together, shoving them up closer to his supple lips, "in your face?" I state as if amazed he cannot muster up any other scenarios.

Axle grabs the back of my neck, shoving me forward, our lips collide, his hands run down my back stopping at the curve of my ass, squeezing, causing me to gasp in our kiss.

My legs lift off the floor snaking around his waist, arms coil around his neck, hands grasping his hair causing him to grunt into our kiss eliciting my core to moisten.

Kicking the door open to my bedroom, stalking inside, slamming the door behind him with his foot, never breaking our emblazoned kiss, he stops at the bed, tossing me air, landing on my backside, I squeal like a child playing a fun game.

He croaks, "Oh I can think of plenty of situations where your breasts will be in my face but first lets get another fantasy off your list."

My eyes expand, "What?"

"The other night when we spoke about fantasies, you explained a certain fantasy you had when I told you not to touch yourself," he smirks, lifting one eyebrow, tilting his head to one side.