“But don’t worry. Because right now, with you in front of me—” I tugged her body lower, and Hazel gasped. “I can’t remember any single one of them.” My tongue licked along her slit once, and her hips jerked up so hard, I had to use actual force to hold her in place. She was wet and trembling, juices oozing down her thighs. I felt myself lose control a little bit, too. I could look at her like this all day.
“And how many sexual partners have you had?” I teased, trailing kisses up her stomach, over her breasts, and to her neck, like a brush gliding over canvas.
“Do you really want to know?” She was barely putting words together while my fingers were still ruining her insides.
“Yes, I do. I’d like to know how many men have touched this beautiful body.”
My body,I omitted.
Between gasps, she finally said, “Three.”
“Three, you say.” I pulled my finger out painfully slowly and stroked myself.
“Oh, Hazel, that’s three too many.” I pushed my cock deep inside her sweetness, catching her gasp with my mouth. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer. We started to move together, but eventually, I let myself go wild again. Like that crazy vampire Edward breaking the bed with Bella the first time.
I made a mental note to myself that nobody would ever know I was aware of this movie reference.
I wanted to get lost in her again. I don’t remember wanting to be with anyone as much as I wanted Hazel. Repeatedly and all the damn time. Like I was borrowing time, desperate to take in every second.
The best and worst part was the storm of different emotions crashing through me. The ones I had no time for but still wanted anyway.
The awful feeling of taking something from her while needing it for myself. But as I buried myself deep inside her, she was healing something in me. Something I couldn’t confess to myself yet.
Like the world became a better place the moment our souls found each other. Even if they weren’t meant to stay together.
36
Hazel
It was our last day, and a bittersweet taste lingered in my mouth. However, the sweetness was strongly overpowered by the bitterness, so I decided to push it aside until the inevitable end of this trip. I wanted to soak in the happiness all around me.
We were at a local winery, sipping different wines. I wasn’t an expert, but I quickly learned that red made me sluggish and tipsy, white was too dry and gave me headaches, but rosé was the perfect blend of summer and ease.
Luke was sitting next to me, deep in conversation with others. I studied his sun-kissed face and effortlessly messy hair that actually took more effort than one would think. The slight stubble was making him look older and somehow wiser. He ran a hand through his hair, which I’d discovered was a turn-on for me, and caught me watching him.
“See something you like?” He immediately grinned. Warmth spread to my cheeks.
“I’m just trying to figure out how someone who thrives on late nights and questionable life choices still has skin this good,” I deflected, and he knew, cocking his head to the side.
“I blame the barista and her coffee from across the street where I work,” he leaned in and whispered, “I think she doses it with something.”
I smirked. “Unfortunately, we don’t have cinnamon-scented humility.”
“I can’t give away all my secrets,” he says, the corner of his lips curling. “You already know too much, being the only one who’s seen me getting ready in the morning.”
I knew he was just flirting, but it made me feel good. I absolutely hated it.
“Yeah, well, I’ve seen your—” I tried to come up with a snarky reply, but my phone pinged in my pocket, interrupting me.
“Whoosh,” Luke murmured, hiding his smile in the glass. “Saved by the bell.”
I might have smiled at his joke if not for Dad’s name on the screen. My mind drifted elsewhere. He kept pushing the publishing job, but I didn’t think I was ready. It wasn’t even about the job.
“Everything okay?” Luke’s raspy voice broke through, his gaze sharp, but concerned. I forced a smile and looked down at my phone.
“Yeah, it’s nothing. Just my dad... being more persistent lately. It’s fine.”
Luke pressed his lips together, holding back something he clearly wanted to say.
