Chapter 3
3
The next few weeks were a blur. Seth and I had started to see each other secretly, and it was becoming increasingly difficult. I paced nervously around the kitchen, glancing at the clock for the hundredth time. Seth would be here any minute, and my stomach was in knots. I was nervous, as this was the first time I had invited him over to my house. The first time we would be truly alone together.
I straightened the placemats on the table, then immediately rearranged them again. I was being ridiculous, I knew that. But I couldn't help it. Seth was everything I had ever wanted. Gorgeous, kind, funny - and completely off-limits, according to my brother, which only made him more attractive to me.
Mason had made it clear to both me and the Blizzards, that he didn't want any of his teammates dating me. I guess he had seen what fame and money can do to some of the players and he wanted better for me. Better than being a puck bunny. I wonder if he thought a puck mascot was better? Mason always was fiercely protective of me and be default, Josie. The thought of one of his buddies getting close to his little sister was enough to make him see red. But what Mason didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?
The sound of the doorbell chime made me jump. This was it. Alone time finally. I smoothed my hands over my dress, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Seth was standing there, a smile on his face and bottle of wine and flowers in his hand.
I stepped aside to let him in, my cheeks heating as his arm brushed against mine. "Thanks," I managed to say, taking the wine and flowers from him and leading him into the kitchen.
As I busied myself putting the flowers in water, I could feel Seth's eyes on me, tracing over my body like a physical caress. So, is it wrong to invite him to see my bedroom straight away? Should I feed him first or would a full stomach be a problem. Well, time to make my smooth moves.
"So," I said, turning to face him. "What do you want to do?"
I had prayed again this morning because last time it was a little delayed but still came true.
Seth took a step towards me, and I found myself backing up instinctively until I hit the kitchen wall. Seth kept coming, his body caging me in, his hands braced on either side of my head.
It looks like the first portion of my prayer was going to be granted.
"Hazel," Seth murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
I swallowed hard, as I shook my head. I sort of knew by the hard lump sticking into my stomach, but I didn’t want to speak in case I broke his moment.
Seth smiled as he ran his nose up the column of my throat. "Let me show you."
Holy toledo!
His lips found mine, soft at first, then more insistent. I kissed him back, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. Seth groaned, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel the evidence of his need hard against my stomach. I let my hands slide down his back, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of his t-shirt to trace over the warm, firm skin beneath. Seth hissed in a breath, his hips rocking forward, and I couldn't help but smile against his lips.
Then, in a move that was so typically me, I somehow managed to knock over the flowers, the vase tipping and the water and flowers scattering across the floor.
I froze. I ducked my head, my cheeks flaming. "I'm sorry. I'm just. I'm nervous."
Seth laughed, his hands coming up to cup my face, before his expression softened, his eyes searching mine. "Hazel, we don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I like you, a lot. Enough to take my time with you."
His words made me warm. I wanted this man like nothing else, but I needed to make sure my clumsiness wasn’t going to ruin it. “Maybe we could slow it down? Maybe watch a movie?”
Seth nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I’ll do whatever you want."
Why does that sound so dirty when he says that?
We settled on the couch, and as the movie played on the screen, I found myself unable to concentrate, my mind wandering to the man beside me, to the way his hands might felt on my skin, his lips on mine.
As if sensing my thoughts, Seth shifted closer, his arm draping across the back of the couch behind me, stroking my back. As the movie went on, his fingers trailed over my bare arm, tracing patterns on my skin that made me goosebumps break out. When he leaned in to whisper a comment about the movie, his breath hot against my ear, I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. By the time the credits rolled, my body was demanding that I do something to release this pressure inside me now. When Seth turned to face me, his eyes dark, I felt like I might combust on the spot.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" he murmured, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.
I shook my head, my words sticking in my throat. Seth's thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my veins.
His eyes flared with heat, his hand sliding around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "I’m going to kiss you again Hazel. I’ll stop if you ask me to," he whispered, then his lips claimed mine. Hot. Demanding. Relentless.
I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue swept into my mouth, his hand sliding down my back, pulling me flush against him.
"If we don't stop now, I don't think I'll be able to."
I looked up at him. "Then don't," I whispered.
Seth's eyes flared, his hands tightening on my waist. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, as my core did a little happy dance for what was to come. "I've never been more sure of anything."
With a groan, Seth captured my lips again, his kiss harder, more demanding. His hands roamed over my body, skating over my curves, dipping into the hollows and planes of my skin. When he cupped my breast through my dress, I gasped, arching into his touch.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, his thumb flicking over my nipple. "So perfect."
I could only whimper in response, my body on fire with sensation. Seth's hands slid down my sides, over my hips, coming to rest on the hem of my dress. With a questioning look, he slowly inched the fabric up, his fingers grazing the soft skin of my thighs.
When he reached the apex of my thighs, I was already trembling, my breath coming in shallow pants. Seth's fingers skimmed over my damp panties, teasing, testing, and I bucked against his hand, seeking more.
"Seth, please," I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders, not caring that I drew blood from my grip.
With a grin, he pushed my panties aside, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. I cried out at the sensation, my head falling back against the couch as he circled my clit.
"You're so wet," he murmured. "Have you been like that all night?"
I could only nod, my hips rocking against his hand. When he finally slipped one long finger inside me, I nearly came undone on the spot, my body clenching around him.
Seth set a slow, tortuous rhythm, his finger sliding in and out of me, curling against that spot that made stars dance behind my eyelids. I was panting, writhing, my body straining towards the release that hovered just out of reach.
"Let go, baby," Seth urged, his thumb circling my clit. "I've got you."
And with a few more strokes of his talented fingers, I did just that, my body shattering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Seth held me through it, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I was spent in his arms.
When I finally came back to myself, I found Seth watching me, his eyes dark and intense. "You are mine," he said. “But I meant it when I said I want to take it slow. I don’t expect any more tonight.”
“But I want more.” I said, not caring how I sounded.
“Soon.” He said. “Very soon.”
I smiled up at him, pulling him down for a slow, sweet kiss.
This was my dream come to life.