Page 24 of Just Like That

My molars ground together as we stood for what felt like an eternity. As much as I wished I could be the type of man to lean in and take exactly what he wanted, I couldn’t. I needed to remain in control.

With clenched fists, I stepped back.

“Look, I—” When my eyes lifted to hers, she stepped forward and slammed her mouth to mine.

I stood in stunned silence for a fraction of a second before instinct took over. One hand fisted in her soft hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She opened for me, and a growl tore through my chest. I fisted her nightgown in my other hand as I pulled her body against mine. Her mouth was lush and soft.

My tongue swept over hers before she stepped back.

The abrupt end to our kiss had me blinking down at her. The back of her hand was pressed against her mouth and her eyes were wide and round with shock.

“Oh my god.” Hazel took two stumbling steps down the stairs and turned back to look up at me. “Oh my god.”

Her toes sank into the soft grass. Her fingertips pressed into her eye sockets. “I can’t believe I did that. I mean—sure, typical, impulsive Hazel, but—oh my god.”

“It’s fine.” My voice was rough and cracked on the last syllable. I cleared my throat and dragged a hand across the back of my neck.

Her cheeks were flaming pink, and I hated myself for loving how it looked on her. I wondered if her skin would flush the same pretty shade as I drove into her with my cock. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton of her nightgown, and I wanted more than anything to know if she was naked beneath it.

The muscles in her legs worked as she nearly sprinted back to the skoolie.

Rooted to the spot, I stared at her in the pale moonlight. “Don’t worry, Hazel,” I called to her. “You can go back to hating me tomorrow.”

At the base of the skoolie, she turned to look at me. Her eyes were dazed, but she hit me with a megawatt smile that was a punch to the chest. She lifted her hand in a wave and nodded. “Deal.”

I stayed on the porch steps and watched her climb into the bus. Her shadow moved across the large windows and disappeared toward the back of the vehicle. I scraped the bottom of my foot along the edge of the stair.

What the hell was that about?

I had no business kissing her. I wasn’t even attracted to her ... right?

My dick twitched and I laughed at just howwrongI was.

I closed myself within the sanctuary of my house and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Inside my bedroom, I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My cock was not getting the memo that Hazel Adams was strictlyoff-limits.

She was too young, too complicated, and altogether too tempting.

With a groan, I slid my hand down my bare stomach, dipping below the waistband of my sweats. My dick was so hard it practically begged me for a quick release. I eased my sweats down below my hips. My eyes shut as I wrapped my fist around my cock.

With a sharp exhale, I thought of her.

I relived the moment she shot forward, pressing her body and mouth against mine. Her kiss was still fresh on my tongue. Her soft hair floated around us, wafting sweet smells of citrus and spice. Her tight body had melded to mine, and for the briefest moment, she’d given in to whatever tension had been fraught between us.

As I worked my fist up and down, I imagined how it would feel to lay her down, spread her open, and drive into her. Sex had always been a means to an end for me, but something about Hazel told me it wouldn’t be the same. Like she would find a way to consume me as I devoured her.

I grunted and panted as I stroked myself. It jerked and pulsed in my hand, and I imagined shoving my cock into her and making her scream my name. My dick surged painfully against my hand, and I worked it, ping-ponging between images of stretching her open and slipping the shaft down her throat. I moaned and doubled my efforts, squeezing harder as I stroked.

If Hazel had just been some tourist on vacation, things would be different. We wouldn’t have remnants of the past hanging between us. No questions about paternity or guardianship or fake smiles covering old hurts.

No, if it were different, it would simply be her and me.

Maybe she wouldn’t mind when I took control or used filthy words to tell her exactly how I’d make her come. Maybe she’d beg for it. Maybe she’d match me stroke for stroke as she rode my cock and cried out for more. I jerked myself to the image of her perfect, pierced tits bouncing as we fucked. I came in quick, hot pulses at the thought of her riding me, slack-jawed and lost in the moment.

With my head against the bed, I exhaled. The quiet around me closed in and self-hatred was hot on its heels.

I cleaned up in the en suite bathroom without bothering to turn on the light. I didn’t need to see the prick in the mirror staring back at me. In my bedroom, I paused at the window and gently pushed the curtain aside to look down at the bus.

This was complicated.

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