Proven (Motorcycle Club Romance): Axel and Paige 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 8) Read Free

smell of her strawberry shampoo that still lingered in her hair mixed with the vanilla lotion that made her skin so soft.
     
    I wanted to run my hands and mouth all over her amazing body, but I knew she’d been up late, and needed the rest. Instead, I kissed the top of her head and drifted off to sleep.
     
     
    ***
     
    PAIGE
     
     
    A warm, calloused hand slipped under my panties, rubbing my ass and giving it the tiniest of squeezes. Blinking awake, I pushed my ass back into the hand, giving it a little wiggle. Apparently encouraged by my movement, a second hand reached around, cupping my breast, and kneading the tender flesh.
     
    “Mmm. Is this your way of saying ‘good morning?” I purred.
     
    Axel pinched my nipple, slowly rolling and tugging the bud, which immediately tightened under his touch.
     
    “Any day wakin’ up next to you is a good morning, Paige.” He murmured in my hair, kissing down my neck. His warm lips travelled over my collarbone, sliding the spaghetti strap of my pajama top down. “Do you want me to stop? Is there somewhere you need to be this morning?”
     
    His deft fingers strummed at my now aching nipple, sending all my thoughts of getting an early start, the piles of dirty laundry I had at home, and the ten thousand errands I had to do right out the window. “The only thing I need is you inside me,” I leaned back, capturing his lips, before plunging my tongue inside and dipping it out again. “Right now.”
     
    Axel’s hand slid down my chest, gathering the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. My panties followed, in between hot, passion filled kisses that left me breathless.
     
    Fire flared in Axel’s eyes as he licked greedy lips. He leaned over me, just staring down at my body, naked and ready below him. “Do you trust me, Paige?”
     
    I tilted my head. “Of course I do.”
     
    “I want to try something, but only if you trust me.”
     
    My eyes widened, remembering the last time he asked me to trust him. He’d played with my ass during sex, something no one had ever done. But it had also brought me pleasure I’d never experienced. Yeah, I was ready for whatever he wanted to try next. “Baby, I trust you implicitly. I don’t know what you’re about to do, but I’m next to positive you’re going to make me feel amazing, and I’m going to love it.”
     
    He bent, capturing my lips once more. “Trust me, darlin’, I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t remember your name.”
     
    Before I could reply, he reached over, and began digging into the side table next to his bed, coming out with a bandana. “Trust me?”
     
    I lifted my head, allowing him to tie the black cloth over my eyes, entrenching me in darkness. I shivered at the uncertainty of it all, wondering what he’d do next, when I felt something icy cold drip onto my nipple.
     
    I jerked my back off the bed, crying out at the new sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it just startled me.
     
    Axel’s warm tongue flattened, rubbing the cold away, until it turned warm, making me needy and wet. I reached for him, fisting my fingers in his hair, wanting more.
     
    “Nuh uh,” he whispered at my ear and giving me a swift swat on my bottom. Once again, I cried out, all of my emotions heightened. “Don’t move, Paige. I want you perfectly still for me.”
     
    I nodded, biting my lip, as he gently rubbed the area that stung, his fingers sliding up and over my mound. I pushed up, squirming. “More, Axel.”
     
    His finger slipped through my folds, spreading me wide for him, but he didn’t touch me. I squirmed again, anxious for whatever was going to happen next, when a second cold drop fell on my clit, followed immediately by Axel’s warm tongue, languidly lapping up the drop.
     
    My head fell back as pleasure overtook my senses. Holy shit! He was barely touching me, and I was ready to explode. His mouth left my core as a third drop of cold liquid fell on my aching nipples, making