Chapter Six
Hazel
Grant’s coming over tonight. We’ve continued our nightly video calls and I don’t even care that I wake up exhausted. I guess that’s what happens when you find yourself falling in love.
I’m falling in love with him.
Wow.
I feel like I’m at the top of the rollercoaster, all the anticipation building, the feelings swirling and growing within before I tip over the precipice.
It’s thrilling and absolutely terrifying.
I’ve managed to stay away from love, or rather, it’s stayed away from me. It’s all so unfamiliar.
But the thing that’s swirling in my gut? Yeah, that’s nervousness about tonight.
Our nightly talks have become filled with more sexual tension than I thought was possible through a screen.
Close to that dirty *NSYNC song my sister and I would listen to in secret so our parents wouldn’t find out, but not quite.
As tempting as it is—and it’s so fucking tempting—I want to save that until we can be together.
With both of our busy schedules, we haven’t been able to go on another date. He’s been helping Wells with Tristan, and I’ve had to stay late at work for a project.
But that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen him. For the three weeks we’ve gone without a date, I’ve seen him every Saturday morning at Mason’s soccer games.
After our initial introduction at the birthday party, Grant doesn’t want to come on too strong with Harrison, and I agree. But it’s hard to watch his tan skin glisten in the sunlight as he coaches the team, trying not to smile when he glances my way and winks.
Him, those blue eyes, and those mesmerizing winks are going to be the death of me. I very well could drop dead of a heart palpitation if he keeps it up. Then again, that could mean some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation…
Candice gives me strange looks, her eyebrows arching inquisitively, but I don’t give anything away. I’m a sealed vault.
Tonight can’t happen soon enough. If it doesn’t I’m likely to combust. Grant’s made sure that Harrison’s at Cole’s for the night and that means we have the whole night to ourselves.
This time, as we walk to my door, I know he’s coming inside. His hand squeezes my waist, tucking me closer under his arm as he leads us down the sidewalk through the complex. “I missed spending time with you.” He pulls me closer, kissing the side of my head. “This is the best part of my week.”
Somehow he always knows what to say to make me feel like the most important person in the world.
We reach my apartment and Grant holds onto my hips as I unlock my door making my pulse thrum distractingly. I can’t get us inside fast enough.
“Do you want something to drink or—” Grant grabs me and drowns out my question with his lips. I guess he’s feeling as desperate for this as I am.
A surprised gasp morphs into a moan. His hands are all over me, fists clenched around the fabric of my dress as he pushes me against the wall with a thud. “All I need is you,” he growls against my skin before taking my mouth once more.
Grant worships me as he trails kisses along my skin, heat blooming where his lips touch. I’m just as ravenous for him, running my hands up and down his body longing to feel his skin against mine. “Grant.” I don’t know if I’m begging or demanding.
He smiles against my collarbone, kissing it lightly. “Hazel?”
“You’re driving me crazy.” I throw my head back thumping against the wall with a dull thud.
“You don’t think you’ve been driving me crazy every Saturday?
You look like a dream. So beautiful it’s distracting.
The way your hair glows in the sunlight, your cheeks flushed pink from the heat.
Seeing you and not touching you is madness.
” He runs his hands over my curves, cupping my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples making them peak through the thin fabric.
“I think it’s time I drive you wild, don’t you think? ”
“You—”
I’m left dumbfounded as Grant lifts me, my legs wrapping around his hips. Pinned between him and the wall, I’m at his mercy.
His mouth brushes across every inch of exposed skin stealing my breath.
Strong fingers dig into my ass tilting my hips to the perfect angle as he grinds against me.
I cling to him, my eyes rolling with each toying thrust. All the playful banter and rising tension have left me on edge for weeks and I’m damn near ready to explode.
Hot breath traces along my neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.” The deep, rugged rumble of his voice sends a tingle down my spine leading straight between my thighs.
I can do little but moan against him, begging him for more. He continues to rock his hips against mine, using only enough pressure to drive me crazy without sending me over the edge. “Please,” I beg, my nails dragging down his back.
Hungry blue eyes meet mine as he brushes my wild hair from my face. “Have you had enough?”
“No.” I pull his mouth down to mine, making him groan. “I want more.”
So much more.
He searches my gaze before adjusting his grip and carrying me into my bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.
“I think,” I manage between heated breaths, “you did it. You’re driving me crazy.
” My body’s thrumming with arousal, wound up from his teasing.
I can barely think past the pounding between my legs as Grant pulls down the straps of my dress and nibbles on my sensitive skin.
“You win,” I concede, running my hands through his hair as he exposes my breasts, taking the tips into his mouth and making me gasp. “I’m thoroughly crazed now.”
He laughs before blowing air across my wet skin making it prickle. “I’m far past teasing you. I’ve been dreaming of having you spread out underneath me since the moment I saw you. I’m going to take my time.”
So slowly he peels off our clothes making sure to kiss, touch, and caress every inch of my body.
He’s every bit as gorgeous as I knew he’d be.
I run my hands up and down his smooth arms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. He stands before me in perfect control as my hands wander lower over his hips until I wrap my hands around him.
I watch his face, captivated by the way his eyes slip closed and how he moans so low, the breath rushing from his lungs.
Seeing his reaction to my touch, I understand why he’s taking his time with me.
He doesn’t let me explore for long before pushing me back down on the mattress and settling between my spread legs.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be between these thighs.
” Grant's hot breath skates over my sex, his voice deep and sexy. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” He flicks his blue gaze up my rounded stomach before he lowers his mouth to the apex of my thighs.
My hips buck against his exploring tongue and I moan with each languid stroke. Grant lifts one leg over his shoulder pushing my other thigh against the mattress, opening me up for his exploration.
He’s setting every nerve ending on fire, bringing me close to the edge again and again without pushing me over it. It’s maddening.
“Grant, please,” I whimper, twisting my fingers in his hair. “I need you inside me.”
He gives me one long lick before lifting his head. “I love hearing you beg for my cock. Beg more.”
He latches his mouth to my clit making me cry out. “Oh, god. Please. I want your cock.”
He hums against my clit before kissing my thigh and sitting up. Grant’s all lean muscles and I can’t take my eyes off him as he grabs a condom and rips the package open with his teeth.
No unplanned pregnancy here. At least one of us has our wits about them because all I can think about is him and what he’ll feel like buried deep in my body.
Grant lays down, rolling the condom over his impressive length. “Come here.”
With an order like that, I’m not hesitating. He grabs my hips in his firm grip pulling me to straddle him. “So bossy,” I tease, my lips brushing against his mouth.
“How’s this for bossy?” A hand tugs at the hair at the base of my neck as he slides his cock through my slick folds, teasing me without pushing into me. “You’re going to ride me until you come. You think you can handle that?”
I moan. “Yes.”
“Good.” He strokes one last time before his grip loosens to let me rise up on my knees.
And sink down.
We both groan with every inch. Hot breath and panted whispers of praise ricochet off my overheated skin.
Sweat glistens on his mouth-watering chest and I’m tempted to lick it off of him, but my senses are on overload.
Filled to the brim, my eyes slip closed relishing in the feeling of him inside me.
“Fuck, Hazel,” Grant grits out, brushing wayward hair from my face. “You feel amazing.”
“You’re one to talk,” I pant, circling my hips and moaning at the pleasure with each stroke. “I love how you feel inside me.”
I’ve been dying for this moment for weeks now, and now that it’s here, I don’t want to take my time. We’ve been dancing around the sexual chemistry between us and I’m ready to go to full throttle.
Gripping his strong shoulders I rise up and sink back down. His steady hands squeeze my hips guiding me down as his surge upward, hitting deeper and deeper each time.
We’re so close, our bodies melded together in this moment. I’ve never felt this close to someone both mentally and physically. He’s defied everything and shows his dedication in the brush of his hand, in the hint of a smile.
I love him.
Grant’s torn through every notion of love I’ve grown to believe. He’s proving me wrong because, with him, I feel what love is supposed to be like. I’ve heard somewhere that love isn’t how often you say it, but how much you prove it to be true, and with every action, Grant proves it.
I’m lost in the feeling of him, in this golden warmth radiating from my chest as I stare into his blue eyes that I never want to stop looking into.
“You’re so beautiful. Look at you,” he says as if he’s in awe of me. As if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, never breaking his gaze. I never want him to stop being the man that he is. I never want to know what it’s like to be without him, without his touch, his everything.
Suddenly, Grant changes our position, flipping me onto my back before continuing to thrust into me at a brutal pace
In our new position, Grant uses his hands to roam my body, teasing my nipples with deft fingers, his lips grazing over my heated skin to suck on my neck, my lips.
I do the same, touching and caressing the curve of his shoulders, his hips, and the flex of his ass as he pushes into me.
He’s working magic on my body, slowly and steadily stoking the pleasure beginning to thrum through my body with each stroke. My breath hitches, “Grant.”
“Let me hear you.” His teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my shoulder adding to my billowing pleasure.
One cry blends into another as he finally pushes me over the edge, my walls fluttering around him, pulsating as my muscles spasm.
Grant doesn’t stop, his cock hitting a sensitive spot over and over again making me see stars as I come undone.
“So… Beautiful.” Then with one final push, he moans my name as he finds his pleasure.
I’m not sure how long we lay together curled in each other's arms, but it could last forever and I’d never tire of it. In his embrace, I’ve felt the peace that comes in the quiet moments with someone you love.
Because I’m in love with him.
How one moment in time can be the thing that pushes my feelings over the edge seems cliche, but I can’t deny it.
“Grant?” My soft whisper sounds overly loud in the still quiet around us. His heartbeat echoes in my ears, his arms wrapping tighter around me.
“Hazel.”
I’ve never said something this serious before and nerves threaten to silence me. “I think I’m in love with you.” The barely whispered words seem to hang in the air and with each passing second, my heart falls.
Grant inhales, my head rising on his chest as he does and I prepare myself for the worst. I guess I’ve taken all those Facebook posts of ‘tell someone you love when you love them before it’s too late’ to heart.
“Good.”
Good?
Yep, I should've kept my big mouth shut.
Trying to keep the hurt expression from showing. Fear, rejection, and humiliation sweep through me like ice water. I sit up eying the man beneath me. “Good? That’s all you have to say?” I’m not expecting him to reciprocate, but damn, he could say something, anything else.
Grant cups my jaw, his thumb skating over my lip. “Hazel, I’ve been in love with you since you curtsied at that birthday party.” He laughs softly at my stunned expression, his eyes crinkling in that way that I love. “Maybe even before then when I saw you hobbling to the soccer field.”
I can’t stop the smile slowly spreading across my face. “What?”
He chuckles brushing hair from my face. “Hazel,” he says softly before kissing my lips. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.”
Excitement swirls through me as I throw myself back into his arms effectively ending our conversation.