Chapter 26
It’s not my fault Hazel is impossible to resist.
Miles
I growl before deepening the kiss. I angle Hazel’s head to give me more room to maneuver. I love how she tastes. I could spend the day with her in my arms, tasting her.
She wiggles in my lap and my cock takes notice. It hardens and lengthens at the feel of her grinding against me.
How I want to sink deep inside her until I don’t know where I end and she begins. Until all the worry I’ve carried for the past days disappears. Until all I know is the beauty and passion of the woman I love.
But I can’t. I promised her no sex. I promised her I’d show her there’s more to us than the passion we share.
“Blaze,” I growl as I tear my mouth from hers. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” She grinds down on my cock. “This?” She nibbles along my jaw. “Or this?”
“Blaze.”
She bats her eyelashes. “What? Why are you being Mr. Grumpy? I can feel how much you’re enjoying yourself.”
She grinds down on my cock again and I nearly say fuck it. But I can’t. I made a promise to her and if she’s ever going to fall back in love with me, she needs to know she can rely on me. That I’ll keep my promises to her.
“Blaze, we agreed to not have sex yet.”
“Nuh-uh.” She wags a finger at me. “I never agreed.”
“I’m trying to show you there’s more to us than our red-hot chemistry.”
My resolve is quickly disintegrating with every swirl of her hips and touch of her skin against mine. I need to hold strong. But how? I’ve never been any good at denying myself what I want. And I want Hazel more than anything in the world.
She giggles. “You brought me daisies. You know where I keep my vases. You haven’t had sex with anyone else in a year. You are going to visit me every weekend on the mainland. And you love me. We’re good.”
“But I tried to control you. I asked Hudson to give you a job.”
“I know.” She sighs. “But did you learn from your mistake?”
I nod. “I did. Don’t control Hazel.”
She grins. “Correct answer.” She nibbles on my earlobe. “Now, are you going to make love to me, or am I going to have to kick you out of the house so I can take care of matters on my own?”
I growl. “I’ll take care of you. But we will revisit you taking matters into your own hands at another time.”
She giggles. “Such a man.”
“A man who loves you and don’t you forget it.”
She gazes into my eyes as if she’s searching for the truth. She can search all she wants because there is only one truth. I love her, and I’m never letting her go.
She swallows. “Okay.”
Disappointment slams into me. I want her to admit her feelings for me. But I need to be patient. I was a dick to her for years after I returned home injured from my first pro surfing event. She needs time to accept I’m no longer that man.
I stand with her in my arms and carry her bridal style to her bedroom. I don’t throw her on the bed the way I usually do. Nothing about today will be our usual way of doing things. We’re slowing things down so I can show her how I feel.
I lay her on the bed and crawl on top of her. “You sure about this?”
She fiddles with my t-shirt. “Are you sure you won’t disappear tomorrow morning?”
“I plan to stay glued to you for every moment you’re on the island.”
“What if I never leave?”
“Then, I’m never leaving your side.”
“You better not expect me to surf by your side because sharks…” She shivers.
I kiss her nose. “The mermaids and smugglers keep the sharks at bay.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. I’m not learning to surf.”
This is an argument we’ve had too many times to count. When I was young and dumb, I wanted to share my love of surfing with her. I’m not young and dumb anymore. And I refuse to argue with her about this.
Especially when I’m laying on top of her in her bed. My cock pressing hard against my zipper, impatient to sink deep inside heaven.
“I won’t disappear on you again.” I nibble along her jaw and she arches her neck to give me better access. “Tomorrow morning, you’re going to wake up to me in this bed with you. The place I want to be forever.”
She studies me for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”
“Anything else you want to get off your chest before I strip you naked and give you a few orgasms?”
She taps her cheek. “Let me think. We could try to solve world hunger.”
I tickle her ribs. She tries to bat me away but I’m draped over her. She doesn’t stand a chance.
“Stop, Miles. I’ll pee my pants.”
“You can’t pee your pants if you’re not wearing any.” I unsnap her jeans and her eyes flare. “You want to stop at any time, say the word and I’ll stop.”
“When have I ever wanted you to stop?”
“The time we were on the beach and you were convinced a sand crab was aiming for your pussy.”
She slaps me. “I spent days getting sand out of places sand should never be in.”
I don’t remind her having sex on the beach was her idea. I’m not a stupid man.
“Lucky for you, there’s no sand in this bed.”
I draw her zipper down, exposing her pink, lace panties. As sexy as they are, they’ve got to go. I tap her hip and she immediately lifts up. I drag her jeans and panties down her legs and throw them over my shoulder.
I glide my fingers along her legs until I reach her core. Goosebumps follow in my wake. I love how her body responds to mine. As if her body yearns for mine. As if she can’t wait for me to touch her.
“Do you want my mouth or my fingers?”
Her breath hitches. “You forgot one option.”
“Don’t worry, Blaze. You’ll get my cock. But first I’m going to make you come with my mouth or my fingers.”
“I don’t recall being given a choice before.”
Probably because I’m usually in a hurry to bury myself deep inside her before she runs away from me again. But I’m not worried about her running away. If she runs, I’ll chase her. Hazel Harris is the only woman I’ll ever love. And I’m not letting her go.
“You won’t be given a choice again if you can’t make up your mind.”
“Mouth,” she blurts out.
“Spread your legs.” She doesn’t hesitate to follow orders. Probably because she knows how good I can make her feel.
I lay down and fit my shoulders between her thighs. I use my fingers to open her to me. She gasps and arches off the bed.
I place an arm over her stomach. “Be still.”
“You make it…” She trails off with a groan when I latch onto her clit and suck.
As much as I want to slow things down and show Hazel how much I love her, the second her taste hits my mouth, I’m lost. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted her. I want to gorge myself on her taste.
While my tongue plays with her clit, I sink one finger into her pussy.
“Holy mermaids,” she mutters as her walls flutter around my finger.
“Not a mermaid. Miles.”
“Miles,” she moans as I plunge two fingers into her.
I pump my fingers in and out of her while I nibble and tease her clit until she’s chanting my name. “Miles. Miles. Miles.”
Her walls tighten around my fingers. She’s close. Thank fuck. My cock is begging to be let free. To sink into Hazel. I can feel pre-cum weeping from the tip.
“Say my name when you come.”
“I’m not… I mean, I am…” She trails off when I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Miles!” she shouts as her climax hits her.
I continue to glide my fingers inside her until she collapses on the bed. I remove my fingers and gaze into her eyes as I lick them. “Mmm… delicious.”
Her eyes flare and she reaches for me. I realize she’s still wearing her t-shirt. This won’t do. I grasp the hem and tug upwards until she raises her arms for me. I throw her t-shirt over my shoulder before ridding her of her bra.
Once she’s deliciously naked, I rake my gaze over her. Her breasts are perky with pretty pink nipples. Her waist is narrow while her hips flare. She has all the curves in all the right places and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to touch her.
“I love these freckles,” I murmur as I trace the little brown dots that trail from her neck to her creamy white breasts.
“Lucky you. They multiply in the summer.”
“I can’t wait for summer. You in a bikini at the beach. You in a wet bikini. Your bikini on the floor of my bedroom.”
She giggles. “You’re obsessed with my bikini.”
“Wrong. I’m obsessed with you. Everything about you. From the smattering of freckles on your chest to how freaking strong you are when you help patients, to how smart you are. You, Hazel Harris, are the love of my life. I love you.”
She sighs. “Someone is being Mr. Romantic today.” She motions to my jeans. “Now remove your clothes and show me how you can be Mr. Pound Me Into The Mattress.”
“You want me to pound you into the mattress?”
“And give me another orgasm.”
“Don’t you worry. I’ll give you at least one more.”
She lifts her eyebrows. “Two?”
“Challenge accepted.”
I roll off the bed and shove my jeans down my legs before removing my shirt. Once I’m naked, I crawl back on the bed but swear and stop before I reach her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Forgot a condom.”
She meets my gaze. “You seriously haven’t had sex with anyone but me in a year?”
“You’re the only woman for me.”
She widens her legs. “Then, let’s forgo the condoms. I’m on the pill.”
I know she’s on the pill. But even if she wasn’t, I wouldn’t care. A baby would be a perfect way to connect us forever. I mentally slap myself. There I go again, trying to control her.
As much as I can’t wait to see her stomach round with my child, the decision has to be hers. I learned my lesson. Trying to control Hazel is a one-way street to Lonely Town.
I climb back onto the bed and crawl between her legs. I notch my cock at her entrance. “You’re sure?”
She digs her fingernails into my shoulders. “I’m sure.”
I sink into her until my balls slap against her ass. I have to pause to get myself under control. I’m not coming like some one pump wonder just because I finally have the woman I want beneath me.
This is it. This is the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my days with. Now it’s time to show her how much she means to me.