“I’m not gonna stop anymore. I promise,” I whispered, hovering above her lips, and she nodded.
Our pace quickened, sweat dripping down my cheek. Hazel licked it off with an open-mouthed kiss, and I groaned.God damn, how sexy it was.
“Come for me, Hazel. Please.”
Her legs locked around me, pulling me closer, as she gasped my name. I’ve never seen an orgasm destroy a woman like this, and I’ve seen a few in my life. I wanted to watch it on repeat every morning.Fucking amazing.
Letting Hazel lose herself in me, letting me take her as I came just seconds later, I felt like I’d won the lottery.
As our breathing steadied, I pulled her onto my side, spooning her. Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, a whispered “Thank you” hung in the air, answered by a barely audible, “No. Thank you.”
We couldn’t love each other loudly yet, soThank youwas the closest we allowed ourselves to feel.
29
Hazel
When I opened my eyes, the bright light on my nightstand showed 4:19 AM. I turned my head, and reality sank in with Luke’s handsome face resting peacefully beside me. I could finally observe him without getting caught, tracing the rough lines on his face, messy hair, the small scar on his eyebrow, and the dimples that appeared even without a smile. That man just took me in every conceivable way, on every possible surface. And I let him.
Oh, Hazel, what have you done...
I got up and returned to the scene of the crime. My panties lay beside Luke’s white shirt on the living room floor. Feeling too exposed, I scooped them both up, slipped them on, and gathered my messy hair into a bun. My dress, completely defiled by us, was crumpled in the kitchen. I gathered it from the floor, put it on a hanger, and hung it on the wooden beam, admiring it from afar.
I was replaying last night in my head when I remembered I still had a piece of my birthday cake in the fridge. Sitting cross-legged on the counter with a plate of chocolate cherry cake in my hands, I gazed at my dress.
My mind swirled into a montage just like cherry jam melting on my tongue. Luke’s breath on me, his hands exploring my body, him kissing me, him devouring my body and my heart. I was stunned at his effect on me. I’d never had problems turning away men who only wanted sex, but his words got to me. They didn’t feel rehearsed. And Luke wasn’t a liar. I knew that. He was a contradiction I couldn’t figure out. And the worst part—I didn’t know what to do next.
“It really is gorgeous,” a low voice said behind me. I turned and saw Luke leaning against the doorframe, just like he had a few hours ago. Just before he made me question whether I even knew what sex was, or how it could taste.
“Although you look way better in that shirt right now,” he said with his wicked, enchanting smirk. I smiled, taking another bite of cake to avoid saying something stupid. He stepped closer until he was beside me, leaning his elbows against the counter. We shared a look, and I let out a breath.
“So... that happened,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Yeah.” A beat of silence. “Do you regret it?” His voice turned serious.
“Not yet,” I admitted. “You?” He smirked again.
“No. Not at all.” His dimples deepened with the confession.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked. Luke exhaled, uncrossing my legs and guiding me to the ledge. My body followed as he stepped between them. His hands instantly made my muscle memory chase his touch.
“Hazel, I won’t lie. What happened just hours ago was...” His brow furrowed, searching for words. For a second, I thought he’d changed his mind and would saya mistake, but instead... “Amazing. Incredible. And there is no hesitation when I say I’d love to do it again and again.” Luke gently grazed my cheek with his finger. The heat started to climb my spine. “But we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to forget about this whole thing, we will, even though it’ll make this vacation incredibly hard. Pun intended.” He grinned. “Especially since I now know what’s under that bathing suit.” He peeked under my shirt, and I swatted his hand away, giggling.
“But honestly? I’d love to keep doing this with you.” His palms traced slow circles along my inner thighs, sliding higher, never quite reaching the place where I ached for him most.
“I would fucking love to make you come more than once.” His words were rough, but his tone was gentle. I followed the movements of his lips as he said the words.
How could I politely ask him to fuck me on this counter?
“Ahh, words of a gentleman,” I teased.
“Well, I’m not a complete gentleman. I totally peeked when you got undressed the other night,” he grinned, making me hide my face in my palms.
“What I mean to say...” He took my hands, his thumbs stroking slow circles over my knuckles. “We can go on pretending this never happened,” he said, eyes flicking from my face to our joined hands, “or we can do whatever feels right while we’re here. Just have some fun.” He lifted one hand, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering just a little too long. “It’s your decision.”
Has consent ever been this sexy?
It didn’t make sense for Luke to want me that much. I wasn’t his type. And it didn’t make sense for me to do something like this either, but something about him pulled me in. For once, I wanted not to think about the future or make arguments why something wouldn’t work. I just wanted to feel his arms around me for as long as he wanted to do the same.
