Page 94 of The Prospect

“You know you’d never hurt me, Green.” Hazel’s voice is as dainty as her frame as she wraps her hands behind my neck and pulls me in. “You know I trust you. You know I know you’ll take care of me, but most importantly…” She stands to whisper into my ear. “You know that I love you too.”

Those four words are enough of a reason for me to dispose of any fear, doubt and idiotic belief that I’m not the right person for this moment when, in actuality, I’m the only person for it.

There’s no one else in this world that could appease her like I could. Hazel’s pure, delicate, and everything beyond my wildest imagination.

It’s her and I—no one else.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” I scoop her back into my arms. This time, a beaming smirk looms on her lips as I carry her across the remainder of the bridge and toward the grass.

“Most of the time.” She peers back toward our destination as I gently plant her feet onto the ground.

“Are you positive you want to do this here?” I may have her consent when it comes to seeing this through, but this locationis far from glamorous. I don’t think I’ve ever slept with someone outside before, let alone felt the desire to—until now.

In place of a response, she pulls at the fabric of my jacket, helping to release it from my shoulders before tossing it toward the dew-covered grass up ahead.

“Answer your question?” Her nose brushes up against mine, forcing me to melt into her. “I don’t want to wait any longer, Green. Don’t make me.”

And I don’t—I pull her back into my lips in no time, all the while my hands achingly dance up and down her spine, slowly brushing along the fabric until finally, I stop at the zipper.

I stay put as I’m transported back in time, only unlike before, instead of zipping her dress up, I pull it down—quickly.

“You’re like an angel.” My head sinks into her shoulder, where I whisper sweet nothings and plant slow, tender kisses along her collarbone until my lips reach her bra. “My angel. My Haze.”

For some inexplicable reason, at this moment, the opening chords ofUnchained Melodyconsume my mind, quite like how my hands consume the fabric of her dress as I alleviate the material from her upper body.

“Beautiful,” I manage to spit out before she suckers me in with a kiss. I can feel the smile behind her lips as her hands gravitate toward my abdomen, delicately toying with the fabric of my jumper.

I catch wind of what she’s trying to insinuate toward soon enough as I yank the material away from my body and replace the fabric with the feeling of her skin pressed into mine.

Slowly, things start to escalate as we grow entangled with one another. My hands get lost in her hair. Her hands get lost in undoing my belt, and before we know it, we’ve fallen back onto my discarded jacket as my lips pave their way along the soft of her cleavage.

“Take it off.” She squirms beneath me, gesturing toward the bra that cups around her breasts. “Please.”

I do as I’m told as I reach for the clasp behind her spine, releasing the material as she wriggles the dress down her thighs and kicks it away.

“Fuck.” I’m downright entranced by the sight that is her lying beneath me, staring up at me with those deep brown eyes as she blushes with a passion and shies away.

“Don’t go all shy on me now.” I whip my belt off in a flash, my trousers soon following. “Because you, my love…” My eyes dance along her skin before I settle on the most perfect part of all—her face. “Have got nothing to be shy about.”

She’s reluctant to accept the compliment as she continues to shield her face. “Don’t flatter me, Green.”

“I’m not,” I protest, tilting her chin so she’s looking right at me. “You’re everything to me, Hazel. Everything and more.”

The kiss that she draws me back into only intensifies from here on out. One second, she’s on top, and the next, I’m on top of her—it’s like a wrestling match until, finally, my hands graze over the top of her panties and toy with the seam.

The action prompts her to gulp, a gesture I don’t take lightly as I meet her face for reassurance yet again.

She nods willingly as I slowly slip my fingers beneath the lace of her panties and guide them down her thighs until, finally, all I can see is her.

Simply her.

It’s all I could ever want. All I could ever ask for as the moonlight glistens along the highs and lows of her curves.

Pulling my eyes away feels like a crime, only I do when I catch her sneakily glancing down at the bulge throbbing behind my boxers.

“Like what you see?” I jokingly remark, her face redder than I’ve ever seen it.

She runs her nails along her lips. “I’m just wondering if you uh…have something.” Her voice is hoarse, something she quickly resolves with a cough. “It's just… I, uh…didn’t come prepared, Green. I’m sorry.”

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