Love Me, part of the Irresistible Husband series, is here! Below are the buy links and an excerpt from the Prologue. Axel and Naphressa are one hot couple, but they know how to have fun, too. Once you're finished reading their story, be sure to pick up the other books in the series, Show Me by Sharon C. Cooper and Do Me by Sheryl Lister.
Hard-working corporate attorney Axel Becker has tried settling down in the past, but when the relationship didn’t work out, he focused on his career to the exclusion of everything else. Enter, Naphressa St. James. The sexy project manager is a former lover and reminds him of what his life could be—fun, exciting. She’s just the woman he might need to shake him out of a rut, but convincing her they belong together will be a lot harder than he expected.
Naphressa admits she and Axel have chemistry, but she’s not looking for marriage—again. Been there, done that. Except the more time she spends with Axel, the more she finds the idea of settling down with him to be downright…irresistible.
Axel reclined against the pillows in the hotel bed, the rumpled sheets covering his nakedness as he watched her pull the dress over her head. The light, floral fabric slid lower and covered her bow-shaped hips before falling in a whisper to her knees.
As she leaned into the mirror to apply lipstick, tightness squeezed his chest muscles. His time with her had been nothing short of phenomenal, but she was about to walk out of his life, and he’d never see her again because they’d withheld vital details from each other. He didn’t even know her name. At least, he didn’t think he did. The name she’d given was almost certainly fake. Andrea, she’d answered when he asked—clumsily, awkwardly—but it didn’t fit. She didn’t look like an Andrea.
Axel threw back the covers. The two-week vacation in Belize had been a sort of congratulatory gift to himself for winning a case that had dogged the firm for three years and established him as a force to be reckoned with in corporate law. The resort and beach were mostly empty, since coming here in October meant a much more quiet, relaxing vacation than he would have had during the high season. Meeting her five days into said vacation had been an unexpected bonus, and for five days and four nights he’d thought of little else but putting a smile on her face and losing himself in her delectable body.
Completely nude, Axel strolled to where she stood examining her features as she fiddled with her curly raven hair, trying to figure out the perfect style. He stopped directly behind her and captured the pleasing floral scent of the coconut-hibiscus cream she rubbed all over her body.
Their eyes met in the mirror. Hers were dark, with long, thick lashes that conveyed a come-hither look without trying. She arched a groomed eyebrow.
“You look fine,” he said, placing a hand on either side of her on the dresser. He whispered the next words in her ear while maintaining eye contact. “You look stunning. If you didn’t have to leave, I’d take you back to bed.”
She laughed—sultry, confident. Way more confident than when he’d approached her at the pool. Initially, she’d been…shy? No, hesitant. Her eyes had even held a bit of sadness.
The lime-green bikini against her dusky-dark skin had caught his eye, and by cursory observation, also caught the eye of the other two men poolside. He’d been the lucky bastard there alone and took the initiative to approach her.
“You’re quite the flatterer, you know that? I’m going back home with an inflated ego.”
“And where is home?”
Their eyes locked. “You know I can’t tell you that,” she said quietly.
“You won’t tell me,” he corrected.
“Same difference.” She shrugged.
“Persistence is key in my line of work.”
“Good for you. I’m sure you’re great at whatever you do.”
“I’m great at a lot of things. I’d like to tell you more about me.”
“But I’d rather not know.” Her voice took on an edge.
Frustration ate at him. This situation was ridiculous. He was used to working hard, and hard work resulted in a reward of some kind, yet no matter how much he pushed, she wouldn’t budge an inch on them sharing more information with each other.
“So, you’re just going to leave?” He straightened.
She turned to face him and tipped back her head. “I thought we understood each other, Axel.”
He’d given her his real name and was glad he did. The sound of her panting those four letters during each orgasm was branded into his brain.
“Do we? I understand that you’re about to leave without giving me any more information about yourself, though we both had a great time on this trip.”
“And that’s all it was—a great time. Today I go back to reality.” She dropped her gaze and eased past him.
He caught her arm above the elbow and forced her gaze higher. There was something in her voice. Regret. Disappointment. She didn’t want to go back to the life she left, wherever that was.
“Stay another day with me.”
“I can’t.” She shook her head slowly, regretfully. “I can’t give you anything more. If we’re meant to be, we’ll meet again.”
The tightness in his chest increased. She was really going to leave, and he’d have nothing but memories and a fake name.
“You can give me something else. One more time,” Axel said. His need for her overwhelmed him, and that need was obvious in the heated sound of his voice.
He may not know much about her, but he knew that her need matched his, and if he touched her just right, her body would go up in flames like it did every time since they first made love.
Axel bent his head and tasted her lips. They were wide and full and downright delicious. “One more time,” he whispered against her mouth.
Her right hand caressed his chest, gliding over the tight nipples on his pecs before smoothing over the hair-roughened skin of his abs. His body hardened, and she paused at his left hip, her gaze focused on his rigid flesh.
“One more time,” she said shakily.
Then she licked her lips, and that did it. Axel crushed her mouth beneath his and lifted her from the carpet. Her soft moans filled his ears as he carried her to the bed. He placed her across the mattress and swiftly dragged her panties past her ankles and tossed them to the floor. He dropped several kisses at the apex of her thighs, inhaling her feminine scent and savoring his last taste of heaven.
He hurriedly put on a condom, and with desperation born from gut-rending hunger, he sliced his length into her and began to thrust in earnest. His hips drove hard between her thighs. Bending his head, he showered her throat and face with kisses. How was he supposed to forget her after this? How the hell could he go back to the emptiness his life used to be?
Her fingernails clawed his back and ass, and he flinched against the pain that simultaneously brought pleasure. With a rough groan, he continued to drive into her. Their shallow breaths beat against each other, eyes wide open and gazes bound together as if by a rope of yearning and a plea for more.
As she came, her eyes shuttered closed and her head fell back. Her lips parted on a sound that sent shivers down his spine as she cried out his name one last time—her voice bouncing back and forth against the walls.
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