Page 31 of Summer Kisses

At some point in the middle of the night, she'd curled onto her side facing away from me, and I followed her so that my arm banded over her waist. Now I didn't want to move because I was afraid of waking her.

It was nice waking up to Hazel in my bed. But her lingerie was driving me crazy. It was soft and silky to the touch, her nipples visible through the sheer top, and the bottom played peekaboo with her cheeks.

I wouldn't survive the next few weeks if she continued to wear these outfits. But at the same time, it was a sweet kind of torture I never wanted to end.

I don't think Hazel had any idea how sexy she was and how temping a package she made. That's what made her more attractive. She'd always viewed herself as a bit of a nerd, someone that men didn't notice. But she couldn't be more wrong.

I couldn't ignore her if I tried.

Just then, Hazel shifted, lifting my arm and sliding out from underneath to make her way to the bathroom. I rolled on my back, watching her smooth her hair, her ass swaying sensually. The door closed, and I let out the breath I'd been holding.

Having Hazel Havenwood in my bed was sweet torture, and I didn't want it to stop. My dick was hard from being pressed against her backside all night.

I thought about Mabel, my parents, anything to get it to stand down. By the time Hazel returned, I was presentable again.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked her as she climbed into bed and covered up with the blankets.

"It was okay."

"Is my bed not comfortable?" I asked.

She stared up at the ceiling. "It wasn't that."

I rolled onto my elbow so that I could look at her face while she was talking. "You'll get used to sleeping in my bed."

She let out a breath. "It was just the first night. Things were bound to be awkward."

I almost thought my presence made her uncomfortable because she was attracted to me. It really could go either way though, so I had to tread carefully. I sat up, scratching my chest, her gaze drawn to the motion. "You want breakfast?"

She nodded slowly. "I'm starving."

"Let me jump in the shower, and then I'll feed you." I hope she didn’t say anything about the fact that I’d showered last night. I really needed to take care of this pent-up desire from being pressed against her all night.

She reached for my arm, making the hairs on my forearm stand up. "You don't have to feed me."

"I want to." I left it at that and lifted the blankets so I could slide out. I didn't bother to pull on sweats. This was part of my plan. Act like it was no big deal to walk around in my briefs. If wewere friends, it wouldn't matter. If she was attracted to me, then she'd suffer just like I did. How far could I push her before she made a move?

I grabbed new briefs, sweats, and a T-shirt, heading into the bathroom to turn on the water. I ducked under the stream, my dick already hard again. I remembered how Hazel felt, her ass cradled against it all night.

I squeezed the base hard, and then stroked, my palm pressed against the cold tile. I dropped my head, letting my mind wander how she looked in her lingerie: the hard nipples, the ass cheeks, and the outline of her hips. My imagination was already running wild. What would she look like underneath? Would her nipples be sensitive to my mouth? Would she beg for me to be inside her?

I groaned as the tingle in the base of my spine spread, and I spurted cum on the walls of the shower. I sprayed it off with water, scrubbing it with a washcloth. I shared a bedroom and a bathroom now. I'd have to be careful.

Had she touched herself while I was in the shower last night? Had she been thinking about me being naked in here?

The thought spurred me on. Maybe I did have a chance with her.

I quickly soaped up and washed my hair. I dried off before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

Hazel had probably taken Max for a walk. As much as I wanted to join them, my stomach was rumbling. I needed food and caffeine, not necessarily in that order. I filled the coffee machine with beans and hit Start, letting the sound of the grinder fill the air. In no time, the kitchen smelled like fresh-brewed coffee. I grabbed eggs and veggies from the fridge.

I chopped veggies, cooking them in a pan, then whipped the eggs in a bowl. I made one omelet, plating it with sliced avocadosand toast, before making a second. By the time the back slider opened, I was just sitting down to eat. "Breakfast is ready."

Hazel unclipped Max's leash, hanging it on a hook by the door. I'd installed that years ago for Hazel. Max's wet feet scrambled for purchase on the tile as he rushed to greet me. "Morning, boy. Your food is already in your dish."

"Thanks for taking care of him," Hazel said as she slipped onto the stool next to me and picked up her fork. "And me."

"It's not a problem." It was something I wanted to do for much longer than a day or a weekend.

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