“YOU KNOW WHAT?” she yelled, her voice crackling with fury, her eyes blazing. I thought she might hit me. But instead...
It happened in half a second, but it felt like a car crash in slow motion. One moment, she was ready to incinerate me, the next—her mouth was on mine. I froze, completely convinced it was my imagination playing cruel tricks on me. But her lips crushed into mine with such force it couldn’t have been anything else. Her sweet scent, embracing me from all sides, was the one thing I could never mistake for anything else. Not after I had tasted her.
My body responded as if out of instinct. My hands found her face, and my lips took over. I backed her into the door, her gasp cutting through me like fire. I kissed her deeper, catching her tongue.
Tears, hot against my palms, slid down her beautiful face. I opened my eyes, mentally not prepared to see what was in front of me.
“That’s what you wanted, right?” she said, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face. “Then take it. Takeme. For the last time.” I was breaking her heart, and she was breaking mine in return.
“Haze...” I hesitated, all my good intentions fighting the urge to take her for myself. She was so deep in my bones, under my skin. I needed her. Desperately.
For the last time.
I crushed my lips to her again. A pathetic addict with his drug of choice. I grunted low in my throat, tasting cherry wine on her tongue. Her hardened nipples pressed through her shirt against my chest, and I pulled her closer with both hands, unable to keep the distance between us.
“This is bad. I’m bad for you,” I breathed, shaking my head.
“I don’t care,” she shot back, biting my lip like a challenge. Every ounce of blood left my hazy brain and went downstairs.My guilt was fusing with my desire for her. I should have stopped. She was hurt and angry.
“You can say whatever you want.” Her hand went to my belt. “If you make me come. If you fuck me like you have every day this week.That... is what I want.”
My mind exploded, her words searing into my brain. I grabbed her again and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She moaned, and everything in me burned. My hand slid into her soft hair, the other one dropping lower as I lifted her against the door, tightening my grip.
Her legs wrapped around me as I pressed into her. A sweet whimper escaped her lips, and I dropped my mouth to her neck. I wanted to mark her, so she’d never forget who made her feel like this. We were both breathless, her moans only pushing me deeper. I couldn’t think straight. Not with her hips grinding into me in sweet torture.
“I will. I’ll fuck you,” I growled into her neck. “Until the only thing you can spell is my name.”
I’d never talked to a woman like that, and if you’d told me I would ever say something like that to Hazel, I would’ve laughed in your face. She was both wild and soft, chasing my touch, her body moving against me. The bulge in my pants throbbed.
I tore open her white cotton blouse, buttons scattering across the floor. I didn’t dare to waste the time given to me, because I didn’t actually have it. She could change her mind any second, and I’d stop instantly. But not a second sooner.
With one swift motion, I yanked her bra aside and cupped her breast, my fingers pressing into her like fresh dough. I grunted, trying to pace myself, but it was too much to bear. I was racing the clock, chasing something that was slipping through my fingers, slowly losing something I’d never really had.
I caught her nipple in my mouth and she gasped. Too loudly. I covered her mouth with my hand as she moaned into my skin, my tongue swirling over her.
My free hand grabbed her ass, and I angled myself so I could press into her more. Her every sound was fuel to my fired-up barbecue. I was no longer master of my own feelings.
“You’re gonna ruin me,” she said, voice tight with hunger, fingers fisting in my shirt.
“Do you want me to stop?” I hated this question, but I had to ask. With Hazel, even silence meant more than words. But there was none.
“Never.” Her mouth crashed into mine again, opening for me like it was the only thing she knew how to do. But it still wasn’t enough.
I lifted her and placed her on the cabinet near the hallway wall. With a loud sweep, books and cups fell to the floor. My face hovered just an inch from hers, holding her gaze like she might vanish at any moment. My hand traveled up her thigh until my fingers reached her panties. The fabric was already soaked, and after a few teasing slides through her slickness, I pushed a finger inside her.
“Luke,” she gasped, gripping my hair from the intensity. I welcomed the pain. The way she said my name made me want to burn the world down. We both stilled as she adjusted to the invasion, her tight muscles pulsating around me. Then, without a warning, I angled my finger, and Hazel spasmed. Her hand flew to her mouth to muffle a scream.
“That’s right.” I did it again, and her head hit the wall, moaning into her palm. Her hips bucked and then began rocking, riding my hand. Finally taking what she wanted. What she needed from me.
“That’s my girl,” I said, one hand buried in her panties, the other gripping her jaw to keep her eyes on me. Her blue eyeswere wild and dark, like an ocean during a storm. A version of Hazel I’d never seen. One I might never see again.
“I’m not your girl,” she spat out coldly. I tightened my hold on her jaw.
“You are tonight,” I growled as I stripped away her underwear and freed myself in one motion, lining up at her entrance. “We may not have a future, Hazel, but tonight you’re mine. You understand?” She nodded and pulled me to her, but I stopped her. “Say it,” I murmured, as my thumb grazed her throat, feeling her pulse.
“Tonight I’m yours.” Hazel’s voice changed, as did her gaze, when she spoke the words, and the world stopped.
I pushed deep inside her with one long thrust, clawing my way through her skin as I gripped her tightly. She gasped. A symphony to my ears. My hands locked on her hips while she clung to my shoulders. Hazel bit my shoulder, and I groaned, my body trembling.
