Page 38 of Waging War
Reaching down with my free hand, I drag her thigh up so her slender leg wraps around mine. I curse the material separating me from the slick heat between her thighs. What I wouldn’t give to be buried inside her right now.
My cuffed hand grips her hip as she wraps her fingers around my wrist to keep us balanced. I feel the furious pounding of her heart against my chest as I release my hold on her thigh to trace the delicate skin of her neck.
“Just can’t keep your hands off me. Can you, Benjamin?”
I love my name on her tongue, sliding past her lips. It’s the first time she’s said it without malice, and I can’t deny the grip that single word has on me.
“This will be the last time I see you.” The sound of motors blare in the distance, signaling the start of the rally, and I’m almost positive Kenneth and Cooper are pacing the floor.
Good.I think I’ll make them wait just a little longer.
Her lashes flutter as she leans into my touch. I drag my fingers up to cup her cheek and wonder what’s going on in that head of hers.
Will she miss me?
“Probably for the better,” she admits.
Hazel’s honied scent torments my senses, and as if I could ever truly forget her, now I know there’s no way I ever will.
“But maybe, just one last time, you could kiss me,” she whispers.
My lips tease hers as I speak, brushing against them without fully giving in. “Kisses bred in hatred only lead to trouble.”
Hazel pauses.
“You’re right.” Those yellow-gray eyes lock on mine as she pulls back. “Do it anyway.”
Without hesitating, she jerks me toward her, and I sigh a moan against her tender mouth. A spark that’s becoming second nature explodes behind my eyes as I allow my mind to block out anything that isn’t Hazel.
She’s everything and everywhere, from the heat smashed between our bodies to our frantic breaths. I could savor her for hours, and it would never be enough.
“This is wrong…” She slides her hand down my body, and I love the frenzied way she gropes at me. Almost as if her nerves are as restless as mine, and stopping would mean severing every one of them.
“You feel…” Hazel takes a palm full of my ass and squeezes hard.
I pull away to nip along her jaw, and when I take her lobe between my teeth, she moans. “Mm, too good,” she says, finishing her thought.
She stares at me for several heartbeats, and I know exactly how she’s feeling. This could never work between us. If Bruce ever found out, he’d have us killed—no question about it.
Not to mention the gang and their skewed opinion of me.
There are many other reasons why Hazel and I don’t mix. We’re like water and oil, yet that damnable fire blazes on.
I put a step of distance between us. “We better get going.”
That stubborn chin bucks up as the Hazel I knew two weeks ago resurfaces. “Yeah. Not sure what Dad and Cooper will think when they see us, but I’m not in the mood to roll your body into a shallow grave.”
She turns on her heel, and with a tired smile, I reluctantly trail after her.
How often has her father scared off other males who have shown interest in her?
They know who I am. They know what I do—and most likely, what I’vedone—to be in this position to begin with. But they don’t know that this woman is slowly breaking down every one of my carefully constructed barriers.
Can I truly stay away?
I hungrily watch the gentle sway of her hips as she drags me along. Following the slim length of her back up to her soft maple-colored hair, I’m struck by the irony of that question.
The gang will stop at nothing to keep me away from her. Bruce will kill me if he finds out about her. But what the fuck am I going to do to keep myself from coming back for her?
