Chapter 10Hazel
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Hazel
H e has broad shoulders and piercing gray eyes that could be intimidating to anyone crossing his path…
I bite my lip and narrow my eyes at my laptop screen, pressing my finger down on the backspace button. I watch as the whole sentence disappears, going back to the safe crevices of my mind where it belongs.
No. These thoughts are unsafe and don’t belong anywhere, especially not in my mind. Then why am I having so much trouble erasing them? Why can’t it be as easy as pressing the delete button?
I try again, but just stare at my blinking curser, unable to type anything else. I’ve already tried to start this article five times, and each time, it sounds like I’m head over heels in love with David.
I groan and cradle my head in my hands. I need to figure out a way to accurately describe him without giving away his identity, but also without it sounding like I want him served to me like a hot meal on a silver platter.
It’s hopeless and I’m not getting anywhere with it today.
“Having some writer’s block?” David’s deep and brooding voice comes up behind me.
I startle and lift my head, snapping my laptop shut.
David arches a curious eyebrow. “What are you writing about me?”
“Nothing,” I stammer. “I mean… nothing.”
“Nothing?” His eyes flash with amusement.
I sigh and lean back in the chair. “Nothing yet .”
He slides up and sits in a chair beside me at the patio table where I’m sitting outside in the courtyard, enjoying a warm sunny morning before the heat gets too oppressive.
He leans forward until his knee touches mine. I hold my breath and stiffen, staring at him. I feel my only focus since moving into his condo has been waiting for him to make another move, and considering how I might react.
The kiss we shared has been wrapped around my head and coiled into my stomach ever since it happened. It’s in every thought I have, and each time I stare at his carved jawline, desire resurfaces. Even though it felt like a dream, the warmth of his lips was very real, and I crave it more than anything else.
His gray eyes stare into my soul, trying to unearth every dirty little secret I’ve ever had, including, probably, the nasty thoughts I’ve been having about him.
David still hasn’t brought up how he’d caught me in the act of pleasuring myself, and I don’t dare talk about it, either. I certainly am in no position to admit to him that it was his body and his face I pictured as I touched myself.
I gulp as his knee bumps softly against mine. He brings his fingers across each of my fingers, stroking them in a way that’s so soothing, tingles ignite across the surface of my skin.
I close my eyes and breathe out. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you,” he whispers, and even though my eyes are closed, I feel his breath hot against the curve of my neck.
My eyelids flutter open and I look at him. “I don’t need your help. I can do it myself.”
“You said the same thing the other day.” David’s eyes pin on me, flirtatious and dangerous.
My cheeks burn and I quickly avert my eyes, opening my laptop again. “You’re very distracting, you know.”
“Is that a bad thing?” His fingers are crawling up my wrist now. I make no effort to stop him, shocking myself at how long I’m letting this go on.
I breath out slowly, trying to draw in will power to resist this gorgeous man. “Yes, I can’t concentrate,” I say, my voice thick and hoarse.
“Maybe you need to concentrate on something else for a while, then.” His accent is making my muscles melt into a useless glob. His whisper sends a rush of chills through my body, tingling from my scalp all the way down to my toes and everywhere in between.
I force myself to look at him, but I’m not smiling. “Like what?”
He shrugs, but there is a dark and demanding expression rolling over his face that gives me an excited sensation in my stomach. It starts to warm and spread through my limbs when he runs his fingers all the way up my arm, and reaches one hand behind my neck, stroking my hair.
“Does that feel good?” he whispers.
He’s so close. Lethally close. His fingers hug my neck, pressing in, pulling me closer. His lips are brushing the back of my ear now. His lips part, and his mouth presses against the edge of my neck.
I let out an instinctive and impulsive gasp of pleasure. That sighing noise is the only verbal answer I give to his question, and it’s all we both need.
I swivel to face him in my chair. The next part is a blur. I’m possessed by urgent need.
His hands are in my hair. My nose bumps against his, our foreheads press together. There’s an exhale of air, a rush of heat, greedy fingers stroking down each other’s arms, through hair and around limps.
David grabs my waist and pulls me off the chair and settles me onto his lap. He groans and his eyes are fierce with his wicked intentions.
I feel his hardness between my legs, bulging in his pants. My cheeks burn and as my gaze locks with his, he gives me an eager, confident grin. “You see what you’re doing to me?”
“You’re making me blush,” I admit.
“I want you to feel it,” he groans.
I press my palm on his lap and give it pressure, reveling in the new power I have over him. David lifts his head to the sky. His throat bobs as he swallows, and I admire the masculine beauty of his neck.
“You’re so goddamn sexy, I can’t take it anymore,” he says, pushing his hips up and grinding against me.
I moan and fan my fingers out through his hair, arching my back as his hands journey from my waist to the round dip of my ass.
I’m straddling him as his hands wander. My own hands have a mind of their own as they inch under David’s’ shirt and slide up his back. His muscles flex and coil and strain, goosebumps prickling on his skin in response to my soft featherlike fingertips brushing against his rough, tight skin.
I lift his shirt over his head and my eyes feast on him, my mouth hungry, my tongue tangling with his as we kiss.
Each kiss is more urgent than the last. My hands are desperate, my nails raking down his back, rubbing across his stomach.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” David murmurs as he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it in the empty chair that I was just sitting in. He pauses a moment. “Is this okay?”
I nod, my heart pounding in rhythm with the aching pulse between my legs. “It’s okay,” I say, and I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. I should say no, but it’s already too late. My desperate need for David’s body has taken over me, and there’s no going back.
Our mouths fuse again, and I whimper with desire as his hands find my breasts and palms them through my bra.
He eyes me, that claiming, possessive energy in his movements and his expression, but also a tenderness to his touch that makes me melt in his embrace. His fingers slide my bra straps down my arms, but he waits for permission to tug it off completely. He must be reluctant after the last few times I turned him down, not wanting to be pushed away again.
But disappointing him would be disappointing myself, and I’m not going to do that. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“I want to see you,” he groans. “ All of you.”
He reaches around my back and unlatches my bra, and it falls into my lap. David tosses it away, his eyes devouring the sight of me without a shirt on. My nipples harden under his gaze.
I’m hot and my ears are ringing and I’m lightheaded, swimming through my growing desire. Every nerve ending in my body tingles with lust. The same longing is glazing in David’s eyes as he stares at my naked breasts.
He kisses me again, a desperate groan escaping from his lips. I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth, and he smiles against my mouth.
I pull away, teasing him. He yanks me closer and kisses me harder. Then he jerks away, teasing me . I pout, and whine for him to keep touching and kissing me. He does as I ask, a man enthralled with lust and longing.
I clutch the back of his head as he presses his face to my breasts, pulling a hard nipple into his mouth. When he begins to suck, I arch my back again and softly moan, wondering to myself how I let it go this far, but I’m in too deep to turn back now. I crave him. I need him. If he stops, I might die.
There’s nothing more to do but surrender to the pleasure, and as David’s hands caress my inner thighs, I get lost in the moment, forgetting my surroundings as the world bleeds out of focus like watercolors coming alive on a blank canvas.