26. Hazel
TWENTY-SIX
Hazel
The look of joy and lust that takes over Easton’s expression is enough to drop anyone’s panties, and I’m anyone for sure. He leans in and kisses me again, and I hold him tightly, entwining my tongue with his as I climb onto his lap.
His hands find my ass right away, and I can feel the pounding excitement in him resting just beneath his zipper. Easton’s grip is fierce, and I lose myself to the feeling of his lips on mine, his hands, his everything.
A hand winds up my side to the back of my head, and Easton deepens the kiss. Right now, there’s just me and him, and it feels incredible.
Against my mouth, Easton whispers, “We should move this party upstairs. I’m not getting interrupted again, and I can lock my bedroom door.”
Giggling, I nod, wrapping my arms and legs around him so that he has to carry me up the stairs. He cocks a brow at me, and I just grin harder.
“You little brat. Fine.” He shoves off the couch, and a yelp escapes me as I’m jostled. But he doesn’t drop me. “You’re all mine for the night.”
“Yes, I am. All yours.”
My heart sings, pounding away in my chest, and it’s almost euphoric how happy I am right now. Sure, life waits for us around the corner, but right here, right now, I’m about to have sex with the man of my damn dreams when I never thought I’d see him again.
This is all I’m going to let myself think about.
Easton carries me up the stairs and straight to his room, kissing me the entire time. It’s a good thing he’s lived here long enough to have the layout memorized because we’d be running into things otherwise.
As soon as we’re inside, Easton brings me to the bed and tosses me down. “Don’t move. I’m locking that door, and then I’m going to get the pleasure of peeling those damned shorts off you.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease, give him a little salute.
He rolls his eyes, but they’re still hungry, and he walks to the door to lock it. Easton gets back to the bed quick enough, and as promised, his hands go right for the button and zipper of my little cut-off shorts.
I start to help him, but he shoves my hands away. “Oh, no. This is all me, baby. You’re going to let me enjoy this.”
Holding my hands up in surrender, I just grin down at Easton as he grips the waistband of my denim shorts and yanks. They come down abruptly, and I have to bite back a yelp because I don’t want to wake up Jade.
“Goddamn, gorgeous. Did you have plans when you chose these?”
Easton grips the thin strap of my panties that hugs my hip bone, letting it snap down against my skin. I jump slightly.
“Ah,” I glare playfully, “no, they were the only ones I could find without digging through my laundry basket.”
“I see.” All grins, Easton crawls up my body and goes for my shirt, lifting the worn cotton tee over my head. “And how do you explain this?”
He nods down at my bra, and I can feel my cheeks burn. “All my bras are like this. I…I like nice things, okay? Sue me.”
It’s true, and it is why I’m wearing this particular bra. It’s soft and smooth, with no wire, and the cups are see-through, aside from the occasional embroidered white flower.
“Plus, they were both navy blue. And I wanted to match.”
I’m pretty sure that Easton can’t smile any bigger than he is now. His mouth finds mine again, and as he kisses me, his fingers crawl to my back, finding the closure of my bra and working it open.
He only stops kissing me to pull the straps down my arms and then fling the bra somewhere in his bedroom. That’s a problem for future-Hazel, but I make a mental note to be sure to find it before Jade wanders in here and sees what she shouldn’t.
“Ugh, you’re so goddamn beautiful. I’ll never get enough of seeing you, especially like this.”
Easton glances down my body, his eyes eating me up, and I swoon like a damn schoolgirl. But it’s impossible not to feel incredible when a hunky guy is staring at you like you’re dessert.
Lowering down, I expect another kiss, but Easton’s lips go for my nipple, and I arch against his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the rapidly hardening bud. He lifts his lips away to blow across my skin, and I erupt into goosebumps.
“Ugh, Easton…” I moan, remembering to keep my voice down.
When I look down at him, Easton’s wearing the biggest grin, and he holds eye contact as he flicks his tongue across my nipple. I buck slightly, and arousal pools between my legs at the undeniably hot sight.
“One day, we’re doing this when you can be loud for me.” Easton switches to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same treatment that has my toes curling.
I think about what he said. “One day.” Hell, maybe we will. Maybe this’ll go somewhere. I know I want it to, but I have to admit I’m still having a bit of a crisis of faith.
I’m not sure if the universe wants that for us. There’s so much?—
Teeth pinch my nipple, and I muffle a yelp with my hand, glaring at Easton.
“Hey!”
“Get out of your head, precious. I want you right here, right now. Nowhere else.”
A flare of guilt hits me, and I shake away the thoughts. Easton’s right. I need to be in the moment. I want to forget about all that other stuff for a moment and enjoy this.
I deserve to enjoy this.
My eyes roll closed as Easton begins a journey of kisses across my skin. He caresses every part of me, making my flesh buzz with need, and anticipation hits hard when he presses my legs apart.
“Open for me, gorgeous.” He urges my thighs apart, and I shuffle them wider. “That’s my good girl.”
My heart soars, and I can’t bring myself to care about how unwise or silly this might be. I want it too much.
I expect Easton to pull my underwear down, but instead, he moves aside the fabric of my panties and then dives in, his tongue going right up my seat.
Biting my lip hard enough that I worry I might tear the skin, I fight back the urge to scream. Easton feels incredible, the warmth and slippery feeling of him devouring me, ramping up all the arousal flaring through me.
I get worked up so quickly, and I’m a little embarrassed that he’s already got me on the edge for him, and I know that I’m wet because of all of it.
Easton doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. Hell, based on the way he sucks and licks and adjusts to every bit of guidance I provide him, he seems happy as a damn clam.
The sensations are so damn good, and he takes all my feedback about what I like. He remembers where to put his tongue, how to suck for the maximum effect, and when to stop, either to tease me or give me a break.
It’s perfect.
Barreling right up to the edge, I grip his hair at the roots, squeezing as I hover there on the precipice.
“Come for me, Hazel.” The words vibrate my skin. “Come right now.”
He goes back to my clit, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers hook inside me. I fall apart in seconds, burying my moans in my hands as the climax overwhelms me.
When the nerves in my pussy feel like they’re going to explode, Easton sits up, working me faster with his fingers before the first orgasm launches right into another one.
It’s only then that he sits back with a smile, his hands now going to the straps of my panties and pulling them down.
“There, a perfect warmup.”
“You’re going to make it impossible to walk straight after this.” My words come out breathy, and I can barely keep my eyes open as it is.
Easton just grins, which I do see because it’s mega-watt bright, and no one could miss it. It’s so pretty, and my chest squeezes as I ride the high.
“That’s the goal.” He leans down, kissing me, and the taste of myself on his tongue is a sinful delight. “Now, help me with this belt buckle, gorgeous.”
I smile against his lips as I help Easton to shuck his pants and boxers. After, he pulls his shirt off over his head, and then he’s gloriously naked in front of me, his muscles these incredible curves and his erection straining from his hips.
Holding out my arms for him, Easton gets right back where he belongs, his lips tangling with mine as he begins to sheathe himself inside me. He’s not small by any stretch of the imagination, and I relish the way he fills me up so completely.
“You feel so damn good, Haze. So tight and warm.” Easton rolls his hips, making sure his cock hits all those sensitive nerves inside me. “Ugh, so. Damn. Good.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust.
Draping my arms around his neck, I pull myself close to him, angling myself so that he drives deeper, and I match his rhythm with my own hip circles.
“Don’t stop, Easton. I need you. I need you so much.”
Desperation fills me, and I’m not sure what I’m talking about anymore. The way my body is gearing up for another release or the fact that I need Easton to keep his promise.
To stay with me, even after things calm down. If they even do.
His hips buck me harder, driving those thoughts away again. “I won’t stop, gorgeous. You’ve got me all to yourself. Always.”
Easton somehow knows exactly what to say, and I rush up to the edge of an orgasm as he bottoms out inside me, swirling his cock against my walls.
The energy gets higher and higher, and we fuck harder and harder, losing ourselves to the way we fit so perfectly. This is what I needed, what I craved.
And I’ll never get enough of him.
It doesn’t take long before we both soar over the edge, and I feel Easton come inside me, the warmth blissful and sexy. He pumps into me, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck so that I don’t wake up Jade.
Things slow down after that, and eventually, Easton slips out of me, and I whimper at the loss of him. But he lays on his back and pulls me against his side.
Our breathing slowly returns to normal, and Easton reaches over the side of the bed for the blanket, throwing it over us.
“We’ve got this, you and me. I will protect you. I promise.”
Easton holds my stare as he says the words, and I search his eyes for any hint of doubt, for something that’ll prove that voice in my head right.
I don’t see it.
“It’s what you do, right? I’ll…I’m holding you to that,” I murmur, still feeling a bit lost in all this.
I’m not used to getting what I want, and it’s hard to allow myself to believe that this time will be different.
Plus, Neil is still out there, and as much as I’m grateful for Easton, that fear he’s caused isn’t backing down.
Not anytime soon.