Page 57 of Waging War
I’m drenched between my thighs, and I can feel that familiar burn building and tightening me around him.
Bringing my arm to his mouth, he scratches his chin along the underside of my forearm, slowing his pace while torturing me by peppering light kisses over my skin.
“Because I’ve never hated you, Hazel. Not a single day since I’ve known you have I craved anything less thanthis.”
I’m about to admit something I may regret later. Something that would drastically change our whole dynamic.
“Ben, I—”
He bites the inside of my wrist, and an orgasm splits right through the center of my body, forcing me to clutch the edge of the table.
I shout as he pulls out quickly, painting me in an orgasm of his own. Watching him pump himself above me has me spasming all over again.
Ben leans his powerful body over mine, huffing a gentle laugh and kissing my sweat-slicked brow. I think he’s going to give me ahell of a job,followed by a slap on the ass as he heads for the couch.
But that’s not Ben.
No, he gazes down at me like I’ve just given him the world on a silver platter, and the force of that stare crushes my heart into trillions of pieces.
I thought you weren’t that guy, I want to say as he presses more kisses down my body before moving to the kitchen.
He’s busy scouring drawers for a clean towel while I lie on the table, legs tucked to my chest, feeling dumbfounded. My throat grows thick with emotion that I desperately will away.
Hating this man is the least of my problems when I’m busy falling for him instead.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Ben
Warm breaths tickle my shoulder when I blink my eyelids open. Morning light filters through the window across from where Hazel and I lie curled up by the dying fire.
“Hey,” I murmur against her disheveled hair.
“Mm.” She stretches and rolls away from me—wearing my shirt and nothing else—and I groan. There will be plenty of time to taste her later, but right now, I need to get up and fix the heater.
I cover her with a mound of extra quilts we stole from the two bedrooms and waltz into the kitchen. Digging through each cabinet, it’s apparent that any sort of food that’s been left here is either expired or too stale to eat. How the hell was she planning to stay here with no food, water, or heating?
Grabbing my keys, I scribble a note for her to stay put before I step out of the house.
Taking a deep breath, I stop short just as I close the door behind me. The wide farmland around us is bathed in an orange sunrise glow. It glints off the icy blades of grass and rolls into the fog off in the distance, where cows sleepily call to each other.
“I could get used to this.”
Waking up next to Hazel after being with her last night is a luxury like none I’ve ever known. It’s as if the universe was showing me a glimpse of happiness I’ve been denying myself for so long, and it’s waiting for me to grasp it.
Shaking my head, I walk toward my truck and hop in. I’m going to enjoy every minute of what Hazel and I have until the real world starts calling.
It doesn’t take long to gather some supplies from a gas station a couple of miles up the road, and when I pull back into the drive of the house, Hazel’s dressed and waiting for me on the porch, swaying in a rocking chair.
“Hey, good lookin’,” she casually calls after me.
No way my heart is melting at the sight of her in a quilt with her hair still a mess and a sexy smile plastered on her mouth.
“Hey yourself, beautiful. What are you doing out here?”
I climb the steps, soaking up how normal this all feels. How utterly right it is to have her here, glowing with happiness and waiting for me to come home.
You don’t have a home, remember?
