and then sucks me in. It’s slow and deep, wet and hot, and then her head’s bobbing and I have no idea how the physics of this is working, and I don’t care. She’s working me until I’m pumping her mouth, fucking her hard and deep until I’m on the edge of the mother of all orgasms.
“Stop.” I need to get inside her now.
She holds her palm out. “Condom.”
I hand her the packet and she tears it open, rolling the condom down my dick.
“Now hurry up,” she says.
“Compromise.” My voice is a whiskey-rough growl. I lift her up, sink down on the edge of the bed and pull her slowly down onto my lap.
I’m in Hazel.
I’m pushing deep inside her body and she’s stretching wide to take me.
I say her name out loud because there has to be a way to make this feel more real. “Hazel.”
“Jack.” Her eyes laugh at me, but then her mouth is on me and she’s pressing little kisses against the hot skin of my throat.
Christ, she feels amazing. I shouldn’t compare, shouldn’t remember other nights, but nothing has ever felt this good. I pull her close to me, my arms guiding her hips as she rides me hard and fast, her arms thrown around me. She’s not letting go, either. She buries her face in my throat, whispering, biting down, her whole body tightening on mine as she pants and groans.
Just riding my dick probably won’t be enough. I reach between us and find her clit, drawing tiny, dirty circles around her. Hazel moves faster.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she freezes, her body clenching hard. “Jack...yes.”
I pound into her, my hips matching the rhythm of hers. I feel the heartbeat that springs to life between her legs, the tight pulsing of her body as she grips me, the hot, electric pleasure that has us both making rough, feral sounds. There’s nothing pretty or planned about this and I’m so fucking triumphant, like her Viking man after he’s pounded ashore and seized the castle.
I brace my feet against the floor and shove deeper. She slams down to meet me. “Harder,” she growls. “Make me feel, Jack. Make me—”
She’s amazing.
She shuts up, her body stiffening as she yanks me closer, and then she’s coming and I’m not far behind her. We’re not quite in sync, but this is even better. I feel every pulse of her orgasm before I follow her over the edge and empty myself into her.
“Tell me you came.” If she didn’t, I’ll just start again and get it right.
“Yes.” She nods enthusiastically.
I fall back onto the big, wonderful bed, taking her with me. My heart’s trying to claw its way out of my chest and I can feel the answering beat from Hazel’s. Her hair’s all messed up, her face flushed. We’re a hot, sticky mess and all I can think is
Yes
Let’s do this again
Right now
Hazel exhales noisily into my chest. “Wow. That was...”
She flounders, looking for adjectives.
I know how she feels. “Everything. It was everything.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
SUNDAY IS MY new favorite day. Hazel and I have a standing sleepover date on Saturday evening and then we hang out on Sunday. Sometimes we pile into bed and work next to each other on our laptops with cartons of takeout and champagne, or we lug everything down to the beach if we’re at my place. Usually I can be productive no matter where I find myself. The train, stuck in traffic, a blanket on the sand near the ocean—it doesn’t matter. I put my head down and focus because I have a lot to accomplish and time doesn’t wait.
Being with Hazel, however, is its own challenge. Half of my brain looks at her and sees my business partner. That’s the smart half, the half that thinks and plans. It suggests we should get to work. The other half of me, however, argues that working is the last thing I should do when I could be getting Hazel naked. Getting inside her. Unfortunately, that half is a really persuasive arguer and our beachy work sessions always seem to end with us naked.
This is why, when Hazel suggests we work outside at her house, I refuse. I don’t care if there’s an ancient Japanese-forest bathing ritual—I’ve seen what lurks in Hazel’s trees and there’s no way I’m lounging around on the ground. Even she has to agree that everything ends with sex. But I’m not complaining. After all, that’s the whole purpose of this