so they didn’t wrinkle.
Was she bored? Reading a book? I didn’t hear a TV, but she might have had it on with the volume low. Would she take a shower before the keynote tonight? I’d probably hear the sound of the water running if she did.
Oh god, Hazel in the shower.
I’d been inside her, but hadn’t seen her naked. Except for her ass. And that peek of her pussy when I’d pushed her panties to the side.
Grabbing a pillow, I smashed it against my face and groaned. Why was this so hard?
Why was I so hard?
I was lying here, torturing myself by thinking about her. Imagining her naked body in the shower. Or lying on the bed just on the other side of the wall. I didn’t know why she’d be naked on the bed, but in my mind she was.
Was she thinking about me, too?
Probably not. She’d seemed tense today, but that didn’t mean she was ready to smother herself with a pillow to end the agony.
That was just me.
Maybe I just needed to take care of this hard-on myself. Jerking off wasn’t going to keep me from reacting like an animal during mating season as soon as I saw her again. But it might help me calm the hell down so I could relax. I was tired—probably from getting up early to catch our flight. Maybe if I emptied the tanks, I’d be able to take a nap before dinner.
The sad thing—or maybe the good thing, I wasn’t sure how to frame it—was that I wasn’t going to need any help. No porn necessary. I’d been getting off to nothing but fantasies of Hazel since I’d fucked her in the copy room. The entire incident was imprinted in my memory. I could bring it up like a movie, letting the whole thing play in my mind.
The scientist in me wondered if I was making things worse for myself by continuing to fantasize about her.
My dick, however, ached with unrelieved pressure. And that sensation was a lot louder than any logic my brain might try to throw at me.
The only thought getting through to the front of my mind was worse.
She’s right next door.
But really, what was the worst thing that could happen if I went over there? She’d answer her door and tell me to leave? We’d get in an argument about something? Hell, we’d argued the whole time we’d been fucking in the copy room. That hadn’t seemed to matter.
Fuck it.
I got up, left my room, and went straight to hers. Lifted my hand to knock.
The door opened before my fist could connect.
Hazel held the door, her eyes widening. My first thought was to wonder where she was going.
Until I saw her buttons.
Those fucking buttons.
Her shirt was partially open, the tops of her tits and part of a nude lace bra showing.
My mouth turned up in a predatory grin. Fuck. Yes.
She grabbed my shirt and hauled me inside.
19
Corban
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite.” ~ Roberto Bolaño
I didn’t wait for the door to shut behind me before grabbing Hazel’s shirt and ripping it the rest of the way open. Buttons flew in all directions, but I couldn’t have cared less. I had one objective. Getting this woman naked.
Now.
Without a word, I yanked the shirt down her shoulders, and she let it fall to the floor. I spun her around and hooked my finger beneath her bra, tugging on it to draw her closer to me. She gasped, backing up a step. I leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder, then let my teeth scrape along her skin until I reached her bra strap.
“Corban.”
I pushed her bra straps over the curves of her shoulders. “Yeah?”
“This isn’t…”
Reaching around, I slipped my hands into the now-loose fabric of her bra and cupped her tits. Her nipples were hard against my palms.
“This isn’t what?”
“Happening again. Not after this.”
I squeezed her tits and she arched her back. “Just this once.”
She nodded. “It’s only because—”
“We’re out of town,” I finished for her between planting wet kisses along her neck. I let go and unclasped her bra. “That’s fine. Just take your fucking panties off.”
She finished undressing and set her glasses on the nightstand. I wasted no time tearing my clothes off and tossing them to the floor. Barely taking the time to appreciate her—she was a goddamn goddess—I shoved her onto the bed. For half a second, I thought about spreading her legs