Temptation gets the best of me and I reach up to brush her cheek with my thumb. “Never.”
***
“He’s out for the night.”
It’s been hours since the park and Harrison could barely stay awake, his face drooping into his mac-n-cheese. He’s been asleep for at least an hour and once he’s asleep, he won’t wake up ‘til morning.
“I know that look.” Hazel leans back into the couch with a hint of mischief in her eyes. She’s sitting in the corner of the sectional looking like she belongs there.
Belongshere.
“What look?” she asks innocently, batting her beautiful eyes. “I’m not looking at you any sort of way.”
I cage her against the back of the couch. “Mmhm.” She tilts her head back, offering her lips as I lean down to kiss her. All the feelings I pushed back for her come flooding in and I deepen the kiss, desperately needing her. She hums in the back of her throat as my tongue brushes against hers.
Hazel slides down on the couch, lying down without breaking contact and I settle between her spread thighs. Her small hands slip under the waist of my pants gripping my hardening cock. My head falls to the crook of her shoulder barely able to contain my moan. “If you keep doing that, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself,” I warn her as she slides her hand up and down my length.
Hot breath tickles my ear as she whispers, “That’s the plan.”
Whatever restraint I have left melts away. With fumbling hands, I push her shirt up exposing her round breasts and teasing her nipples to peaks with my teeth. Her head digs into the cushion of the couch, her grip on my cock loosening as I drag ragged moans from her.
She wanted me untethered, that’s what she’s going to get.
She’s managed to get my pants unbuttoned to give herself more room to maneuver, but it gives me the opening I need. Hazel gasps as I pin her hands above her head, my free hand slipping under the stretchy fabric of her leggings to cup her pussy.
She moans before biting her lip, her eyes popping open. “Wait,” she gasps, and I freeze, afraid I’ve done something wrong. “Should we go to your room?” Her voice is a whisper.
I shake my head sucking her nipple into my mouth.
“W-what about Harrison?”
The sound of my son's name brings me up short. “That kid sleeps like a rock. If we’re quiet, we won’t wake him.”
She shakes her head. “Let’s go to your room anyway. I don’t want to risk that chance of traumatizing your son.”
As much as I don’t want to stop, she has a point. “You’re right.” I adjust her shirt before standing, helping her off the couch, and scooping her into my arms. Hazel lets out a whispered hiss of laughter and I’ve never been happier in my life. With her in my arms, her body pressed against mine, nothing else matters.
My steps pause with the gentle stroke of her hand along my jaw. “I love you.” My heart stops every time she utters those three words.
“I love you, too.”
Safely behind the closed—and locked—bedroom door, I lay her on the bed ready to pick up where we left off. With determined fingers, I slip my hands under her top pulling it up until she’s exposed for me. Her hands do the same, sweeping across my abdomen to my back, her nails lightly scraping.
She laughs as I tug her leggings off, dragging her down the bed with each pull. Now that she’s naked, on my bed exactly where I want her, I’m never letting her leave.
Everything but her slips from my focus as I settle between her hips once more and kiss her lips. She moans against me before stiffening, our kiss breaking suddenly. “What’s wrong?” I pull back to look at her face.
“You don’t hear that?” Her eyebrows furrow and her eyes squint as she focuses on a sound.
“Hear what?” I cock my head, trying to hear what she’s hearing. It’s not coming from down the hall from Harrison’s room but from the living room. A low buzzing noise accompanied by a chime. “It’s my cell,” I say with a relieved sigh knowing I’m not on call. “Ignore it.”
Her small hands knead the back of my neck and that single touch drives me wild. “Are you sure? What if it’s important?”
“Not as important as this.” I push any thought of the phone call from my mind with the gentle touch of her lips. Hazel begins to melt against me, the sound of the phone ringing dying in the background.
“Grant?” Hazel’s voice is breathless. “It’s ringing again.”
With a groan, I bury my face in her amazing breasts before sitting up. “Don’t move.”
