Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

Letting my skirt drop, Axel gives the front of my neckline a gentle tug, so he can look down my dress. I laugh more and slap his hand away. “What are you doing?” “Looking for the end of it.” I snort, and that finally elicits the smallest smile out of Axel. “Isn’t easy access kinda the point of lingerie?” he asks incredulously. “I’d need a pair of shears to get you out of that.” “Oh my god,” I groan. “It’s not lingerie.” “Then what is it?” He’s so lost, and it’s so cute, that I can’t stop smiling. “They’re chub rub shorts,” I try to explain. Axel’s expression turns stony. “Don’t say that about yourself.” He’s so mad on my behalf it makes my heart squeeze. “It’s just what they’re called. They keep my thighs from chafing. Which I know isn’t a sexy topic, but it’s reality. And they, well, they smooth everything else out.” I shrug, my blush finally breaking through my humor. “Keep the jiggling to a minimum. Ya know?” “I clearly didn’t do a good job explaining what I like last night,” Axel grits out, his hand dragging a path across my thighs and up my stomach. “Because all that jiggling, that’s what I fucking crave, Baby Doll. If you’re not bouncing around, I’m not doing it right.” He leans back in his seat. “Now get out of the car, before I drive us straight home and break my promise.” “Your promise?” “Yeah. My promise to wait until tonight to fuck you into tomorrow.”