Chapter 18
Eighteen
STONE
Hazel traps her lower lip between her teeth as she fingers the hem of her shirt. I can all but feel the hesitation radiating from her as she looks at me. I’m about to tell her it’s okay when she lifts the shirt over her head and drops it to the floor beside her feet.
My breath whooshes out of my lungs at the sight of her. Her body is full and lush and round, barely covered by violet lace. She looks like a Renaissance painting coming to life. My very own heavenly body to worship.
“Is it okay?” she whispers, her voice trembling.
I close the slight distance between us and cup her face with my palms. “Baby, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
Her pulse beats rapidly at the base of her throat.
As I slide my fingers back into her dark waves, she looks up at me from under her lashes.
I press my lips to hers in a soft, sensual caress.
With one hand I tug on the roots of her hair, angling her head back further and opening an angle to kiss her deeper.
She whimpers as my other hand reaches around behind her back and unhooks her bra. The thin scrap of lace drops down her arms revealing heavy, soft breasts. I walk her back to the bed, reaching behind her and yanking the covers down.
Thank fuck I stashed a box of condoms in the nightstand.
I drop my hands from her hair to slide them around her waist and down to her ass. She gives me another of those sexy whimpers when I dig into her cheeks and pull them apart so my fingertips can tease the thin swath of fabric running between them.
“Are you going to scream for me, little Archer?” My fingers slip under the lace and pull.
“Fuck,” she moans at the friction.
“That’s not an answer.” My other hand cups her breast and pinches her pretty, dark pink nipple.
She moans again, clearly a fan of a little bit of pain. “I’m not usually a screamer.”
“I love a challenge.”
She lets me push her back onto the mattress and tries to scoot back toward the middle, but I hold her at the edge. I drop to my knees between her thighs, pressing kisses to each one. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me hook my fingers in her panties and peel them slowly down her hips.
I’m unprepared for the sight of her glistening pussy. She’s mostly bare, but for a strip of neatly trimmed hair. My eyes hold hers as I lean forward and run my nose along her center. I’m a firm believer that every sense should be used when fucking and, goddamn, does she smell achingly perfect.
My cock strains against the cotton confines of my boxer briefs.
I squeeze myself to relieve some of the tension as I flick my tongue out, gathering some of the wetness pooling in her folds.
I moan into her as I find her clit, circling it with my tongue.
She tastes fucking perfect, musky and the slightest bit sweet.
Her fingers find my hair as she guides me to do what she wants. “Fingers. Inside me. Please.” She gasps in between each plea.
I slide two right in, crooking them upwards in search of that one spot. She arches her back and cries out my name as soon as I find it. Before long she’s grinding her cunt against my face, her breaths coming faster and faster.
When I look up at her, I’m gifted the most beautiful sight of her throwing her head back while an orgasm tears through her. Her walls pulse around my fingers as if they’re trying to suck me inside her further.
My cock is leaking for her, an embarrassingly large wet spot staining the front of my underwear as I push them down my hips. I reach out and clumsily pull out a condom, rolling it down my dick in record time.
I scoop her up, pushing her into the middle of the bed and look into her eyes as I line my tip up with her entrance. She smiles and gives me a shaky nod and whispered yes of consent.
Her pussy is so wet I glide right in and oh, fuck me, does it feel perfect. I bottom out inside her and pause to make sure she’s good. I wanted our first time to be slow and sensual, but I’m not sure I can make it.
She lifts her left leg, hooking her ankle over my shoulder and welcoming me even deeper into her body.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t go soft.”
“Good. Fuck me, Stone. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
Her words unleash me. I fuck her hard and deep until I barely hear her whimpers and the greedy, sloppy sounds of her pussy over the sound of my own heart beating in my ears. Her tits bounce with each thrust, making me imagine fucking her there next. I want to fuck her everywhere.
Her fingers dig into the mattress, pulling at the sheets as her body tenses beneath me. Her pussy clamps down around me, pulsing with deep waves of ecstasy. My name falls from her lips over and over as she shatters beneath me.
She lifts her other leg, and the way it tightens her channel even more sends me crashing over the edge. I come with her name on my lips as everything goes momentarily black. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I let my head drop down as I come back to earth from that powerful orgasm.
I don’t move until I feel my cock softening inside her. Her legs shake as I help her drop them to the bed and then withdraw from her.
“I’ll be right back.” I press a kiss to the inside of her knee and then walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs.
After disposing of the condom, I clean myself off and wet a washcloth with warm water. When I walk back into the bedroom, she’s pulled the sheet up.
“I’m going to clean you up. Can I pull back the sheet?” I ask her softly.
She nods, shy all of a sudden. I keep my attention split between her face and what I’m doing as I clean her up. Her body is tense at first, but she settles into the soothing warmth quickly.
Once we’re both cleaned up, I toss the washcloth back into the bathroom and grab two bottles of water. She’s picking up her clothes when I come back into the room.
“What are you doing?”
“I didn’t know if you’d want me to sleep in here overnight.”
“I want you here.” I want her here every night, whether we fuck or not. But I keep my mouth shut, fairly certain she isn’t ready to hear that yet.
“Oh. Okay. I just need to use the,” she finishes the rest of her sentence by gesturing to the bathroom with her head.
I watch her, thoroughly enjoying the way her ass bounces with each step she takes.
Once the door closes behind her, I loosen the cap of her bottle and open mine.
The sheets smell like her as I sink into the bed.
I drag a few deep breaths in, enjoying the hit of dopamine from smelling her all around me.
She slides back under the covers and into my arms in a way that feels so natural, so right, that it takes my breath away. I should just have all her things brought to my room from now on because there’s no way I’m letting her sleep anywhere but with me.
She’s still in my arms when I wake the next morning to the sound of my door opening. I jump silently from the warmth of my bed and pull on a pair of shorts, quietly closing the bedroom door. A cursory glance at the clock shows that it’s just after seven.
There’s only one person who would be awake this early and have access to my room. Darren.
Sure enough I find him already dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, the top two buttons left undone. His hair is perfectly styled and he looks as though he’s been up for hours. He lifts a steaming paper cup of coffee to his lips.
“The least you could have done is brought me one of those if you were going to barge in here at the crack of dawn.” I cross the room to the small coffee bar and slip a pod into the coffee maker.
“Didn’t know if you’d be up.”
“Here I am.”
“Looking well rested for once.” He looks from me to the door I closed behind me. “Who is in there?”
“None of your business.” He’ll find out eventually, but I’m not just going to spill all the latest developments to him. Especially when he wants me to use Hazel for my own gain.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
He looks at me speculatively but doesn’t push it. “I came because I have good news. Rolling Stone wants to do an interview with you guys and Hazel. I don’t know if they’ve already reached out to her agent, but I said yes on our end. It’ll be great publicity.”
“Okay.”
“And it’s a cover story.”
“Even better. Do you know who’s doing the story?”
“Not yet, but their staff is all good.”
Plus he has a great relationship with their editor. They golfed together during a charity tournament and have remained friendly. Darren might piss me off regularly, but he’s the gold standard when it comes to networking and getting all our needs met.
“Have you told the others yet?”
He nods. “Last night while you were out to dinner with Hazel. I’m guessing it went well?” He looks pointedly at the closed door.
I refuse to respond which makes him chuckle.
“Speaking of, I’ll go. Rest your voice for the day.”
I smile and give him the finger in response, which only makes him laugh harder as he leaves. As soon as the door closes behind him, I go back into the bedroom, content to drink my coffee and watch Hazel sleep. Instead I find her laying there scrolling on her phone.
“Good morning.” I set my coffee down and slide under the covers beside her. “How did you sleep?”
“Really well, surprisingly. I usually struggle.”
“Do you?” I wouldn’t have guessed that.
“Yep.” She sets the phone down. “Was that Darren?”
“Yeah, he had a few things he wanted me to hear.”
“The Rolling Stone article?”
I nod. “Did Sierra tell you?”
“She emailed me last night.”
“Are you excited?”
“You know,” she says as she scoots up in bed, tucking the sheets around her breasts, “I am actually. Maybe it’s because I’ll have you and the guys around, too. After what happened with O’Malley, I’m hesitant to do any press. I’ve never been so embarrassed.”
“He’s the only one who should be embarrassed. I’ve heard he’s a real asshole behind the scenes, too.”
“Really? He seems so nice on TV.”
“Just a facade.” I pull her closer. “But let’s not talk about other men when I have you naked in my bed.”
“Fair enough.” She gives me a shy smile.
“I’m glad we went out last night.”
“Me, too.” She drags her nails softly over my side leaving pebbled skin in their wake. “It was perfect.”
“A cheap diner was perfect?” My lip quirks.
“Yes. I loved it. Don’t get me wrong, I love a fancy dinner as much as the next person, but I’m always down for a low key night. I don’t need much to be happy.”
That’s one of the things that I’m so drawn to about her.
How down to earth she is. Most of the women I’ve dated over the years want all the glitz and glam that comes with dating a rock star.
Most of the time I just want to be normal, though.
I want someone to go to the grocery store with or to walk around a museum.
I’m not cheap, I’m more than happy to spoil the woman I’m with, but knowing that she’s down for simple adventures is so damn appealing.
I pull her to me, slanting my lips over hers and immediately taste my mint toothpaste. She must have used the hotel spare while I was talking to Darren. I’ve never been so turned on by knowing someone just helped themselves to something of mine like that.
“How do you feel about morning sex?” I ask against her lips.
Instead of answering with words, she slips her hand under my shorts and shows me.