In our new position, Grant uses his hands to roam my body, teasing my nipples with deft fingers, his lips grazing over my heated skin to suck on my neck, my lips.
I do the same, touching and caressing the curve of his shoulders, his hips, and the flex of his ass as he pushes into me.
He’s working magic on my body, slowly and steadily stoking the pleasure beginning to thrum through my body with each stroke. My breath hitches, “Grant.”
“Let me hear you.” His teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my shoulder adding to my billowing pleasure.
One cry blends into another as he finally pushes me over the edge, my walls fluttering around him, pulsating as my muscles spasm.
Grant doesn’t stop, his cock hitting a sensitive spot over and over again making me see stars as I come undone.
“So… Beautiful.” Then with one final push, he moans my name as he finds his pleasure.
I’m not sure how long we lay together curled in each other's arms, but it could last forever and I’d never tire of it. In his embrace, I’ve felt the peace that comes in the quiet moments with someone you love.
Because I’m in love with him.
How one moment in time can be the thing that pushes my feelings over the edge seems cliche, but I can’t deny it.
“Grant?” My soft whisper sounds overly loud in the still quiet around us. His heartbeat echoes in my ears, his arms wrapping tighter around me.
“Hazel.”
I’ve never said something this serious before and nerves threaten to silence me. “I think I’m in love with you.” The barely whispered words seem to hang in the air and with each passing second, my heart falls.
Grant inhales, my head rising on his chest as he does and I prepare myself for the worst. I guess I’ve taken all those Facebook posts of ‘tell someone you love when you love them before it’s too late’to heart.
“Good.”
Good?
Yep, I should've kept my big mouth shut.
Trying to keep the hurt expression from showing. Fear, rejection, and humiliation sweep through me like ice water. I sit up eying the man beneath me. “Good? That’s all you have to say?” I’m not expecting him to reciprocate, but damn, he could say something, anything else.
Grant cups my jaw, his thumb skating over my lip. “Hazel, I’ve been in love with you since you curtsied at that birthday party.” He laughs softly at my stunned expression, his eyes crinkling in that way that I love. “Maybe even before then when I saw you hobbling to the soccer field.”
I can’t stop the smile slowly spreading across my face. “What?”
He chuckles brushing hair from my face. “Hazel,” he says softly before kissing my lips. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.”
Excitement swirls through me as I throw myself back into his arms effectively ending our conversation.
Chapter Seven
Grant
Harrison sprints down the sidewalk to the playground leaving me behind in his dust. Cole likes to think Jett’s the wild child of the bunch, but Harrison picks and chooses when to behave, and today he’s all wild.
I watch closely as he reaches the large wooden castle waiting for him to pop up in one of the windows. This park is our favorite which is why I brought Hazel here for our first date. From where I’m standing, I can see the tree where we had our picnic and our first kiss.
I’m already planning a return visit.
Harrison calls down to me from the tower, his head barely high enough to look over the edge and I wave up at him before he takes off to play. Which is fine with me because now I can be on the lookout for Hazel.
We set up this playdate with Mason to help Harrison get used to the idea of Hazel being around. He sees her in passing at his soccer games, but we try to keep a low profile until we can formally introduce them. The only woman he’s had in his life is his grandmother and I don’t want to force Hazel on him. IfI have a say in it, she’ll be sticking around for the foreseeable future.
I’ve never been happier than when I’m with her. It’s fresh and new and exciting, not to mention, sexy. Whenever I can, I make sure to spend time with her much to Cole and Wells’ delight. They have fun teasing me when I drop Harrison off for the night, but I know they’re happy for me. And maybe a little jealous.
