Chapter 29
Hazel
Oh, Hazel, what have you done...
I got up and returned to the scene of the crime.
My panties lay beside Luke’s white shirt on the living room floor.
Feeling too exposed, I scooped them both up, slipped them on, and gathered my messy hair into a bun.
My dress, completely defiled by us, was crumpled in the kitchen.
I gathered it from the floor, put it on a hanger, and hung it on the wooden beam, admiring it from afar.
I was replaying last night in my head when I remembered I still had a piece of my birthday cake in the fridge. Sitting cross-legged on the counter with a plate of chocolate cherry cake in my hands, I gazed at my dress.
My mind swirled into a montage just like cherry jam melting on my tongue.
Luke’s breath on me, his hands exploring my body, him kissing me, him devouring my body and my heart.
I was stunned at his effect on me. I’d never had problems turning away men who only wanted sex, but his words got to me.
They didn’t feel rehearsed. And Luke wasn’t a liar.
I knew that. He was a contradiction I couldn’t figure out.
And the worst part—I didn’t know what to do next.
“It really is gorgeous,” a low voice said behind me. I turned and saw Luke leaning against the doorframe, just like he had a few hours ago. Just before he made me question whether I even knew what sex was, or how it could taste.
“Although you look way better in that shirt right now,” he said with his wicked, enchanting smirk. I smiled, taking another bite of cake to avoid saying something stupid. He stepped closer until he was beside me, leaning his elbows against the counter. We shared a look, and I let out a breath.
“So... that happened,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Yeah.” A beat of silence. “Do you regret it?” His voice turned serious.
“Not yet,” I admitted. “You?” He smirked again.
“No. Not at all.” His dimples deepened with the confession.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked. Luke exhaled, uncrossing my legs and guiding me to the ledge. My body followed as he stepped between them. His hands instantly made my muscle memory chase his touch.
“Hazel, I won’t lie. What happened just hours ago was.
..” His brow furrowed, searching for words.
For a second, I thought he’d changed his mind and would say a mistake, but instead.
.. “Amazing. Incredible. And there is no hesitation when I say I’d love to do it again and again.
” Luke gently grazed my cheek with his finger.
The heat started to climb my spine. “But we’ll do whatever you want.
If you want to forget about this whole thing, we will, even though it’ll make this vacation incredibly hard.
Pun intended.” He grinned. “Especially since I now know what’s under that bathing suit.
” He peeked under my shirt, and I swatted his hand away, giggling.
“But honestly? I’d love to keep doing this with you.” His palms traced slow circles along my inner thighs, sliding higher, never quite reaching the place where I ached for him most.
“I would fucking love to make you come more than once.” His words were rough, but his tone was gentle. I followed the movements of his lips as he said the words.
How could I politely ask him to fuck me on this counter?
“Ahh, words of a gentleman,” I teased.
“Well, I’m not a complete gentleman. I totally peeked when you got undressed the other night,” he grinned, making me hide my face in my palms.
“What I mean to say...” He took my hands, his thumbs stroking slow circles over my knuckles.
“We can go on pretending this never happened,” he said, eyes flicking from my face to our joined hands, “or we can do whatever feels right while we’re here.
Just have some fun.” He lifted one hand, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering just a little too long. “It’s your decision.”
Has consent ever been this sexy?
It didn’t make sense for Luke to want me that much.
I wasn’t his type. And it didn’t make sense for me to do something like this either, but something about him pulled me in.
For once, I wanted not to think about the future or make arguments why something wouldn’t work.
I just wanted to feel his arms around me for as long as he wanted to do the same.
“Well, I did say you’d get the bedroom for the second half of the trip,” I reminded him, tilting my head and letting my fingers brush my neck in the most casual way I could manage. His smile came slow and breathtaking, curling at the corners until it unraveled me completely.
“And I told you I’d keep my promise.” He pulled me closer, hands squeezing my hips, a darker look on his face.
“So that was your plan all along?”
“No plan, just... a whimsical thought.” I squirmed against him, feeling the contents of his pants.
“Oh, my little bee, spell out this,” he murmured before cupping my face with his palms and crashing his lips onto mine.
Desperately, thirsty and with need. I touched his forearms, veins popping out like crazy.
Similar to what guys usually have after a long workout, which we technically had.
His arms landed on my waist, wrapping his fingers in the straps of my panties, yanking them hard. He uttered a moan in my mouth, which I swallowed greedily.
“I thought I’d gotten rid of these earlier.” In one swift move they were gone, his mouth never leaving mine. My bare skin met the cold surface while the rest of my body was on fire.
His hands slid under my (I mean his) shirt, and I pressed into them. Luke slowly lowered me onto the counter I’d previously dreamt of having him on, and watched him lick his thumb before pressing it between my thighs, tracing slow, torturous circles. I almost finished right there, right then.
“I can’t believe I’m here... with you in my arms for the second time tonight.
Am I still dreaming?” His eyes followed his movements as I lay shamelessly before him on the kitchen counter like a bloody steak, but I wasn’t afraid to be displayed for him like that.
I was his, if only for a couple of nights.
And for the first time in months, years, I felt alive.
“Should I make you come like this?” he teased me mercilessly until I couldn’t breathe normally anymore.
“I think... I think you should do whatever you want,” I gasped, unable to decide. Everything he did made me want him more.
“Uff, honey, that’s some dangerous territory.
I don’t think you should speak such careless things in my presence.
” His grip tightened, thumb pressing deeper as he traced an inch lower.
I grabbed his left arm, holding my hip, and used it as leverage to make my hips writhe toward him, as he circled my entrance, never fully entering.
I’d never wanted to come like this in my life.
“But since you asked.” He pulled me up effortlessly. I felt like a piece of meat, but in a good way. My feet touched the ground, my front fully sliding against his, my head dizzy.
I was turned around and bent over the counter, my legs spread wide, and the shirt lifted. His warm hands trailed from my neck down, exploring me. He teased me, barely pushing in before withdrawing. He grunted in pleasure.
In. Out. In. Out. Five, six, seven, eight... Counting helped with my inability to exist at the moment, kept me tethered to something besides the sensation. Each thrust came with a firm squeeze of my ass, his fingers gripping like his mouth might.
Then, without warning, he buried himself deep inside me. I gasped, my grip slipping as I violently scrambled to hold onto the counter. I felt him crash into me again and again, every thrust becoming stronger, going deeper. I cried out. I never knew I needed this.
“This is what I imagined the first night we were here.” He wrapped my hair around his fist, arching me toward him. And just as I was about to come, he stopped. I think I screamed. I wasn’t sure.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I fell back on the counter, my voice trembling between frustration and need.
“Because I finally can.” His hands teasing, controlling. Squeezing me in all the right places. “Because you drive me fucking insane.” His fingers trailed my spine, slowly carving their way under my skin. Into my life. “Because I can never unsee you.”
Why? How?
Luke leaned in and whispered, “Because you said you wanted me to do whatever I wanted.” A whimper escaped me. Torture, this was actual torture. “And this is what I want.”
Then he pinned me beneath him, one hand cupping my breast, the other sneaking between my legs from the front, spreading me with his fingers. I tried to wiggle under him, but he held me with his steel-strong biceps. I gave up very quickly.
“Now, you move with me,” he breathed against my ear, biting my earlobe as he thrust in me. Slow at first, then harder. He managed to find an angle where he could kiss me from the side, swallowing every last one of my moans as our bodies synced.
At last, when there was not a single scrap of doubt how much my body needed him and no possible way of hiding it, Luke spilled inside me, his voice rough as he called my name against my neck.
My teeth sank into his arm from the pleasure tearing through me in unstoppable waves, and strength drained from me, leaving only bliss.
If I died now, this would be the way to go.
He should just leave me here on the counter, naked from the waist down and finished as I’d ever be.
But he didn’t leave me. He gathered me in his arms like the useless bone jelly I was and carried me to bed.
Yeah... this was a damn good birthday, I can tell you that.