Page 79 of Waging War
She shimmies as I lower her pants and underwear down to her ankles. I place a kiss over the sensitive skin hiding nearly all of her clit before raising my eyes to hers.
“Well, um… I’ve only ever been with one man.”
My hands slide along her lower belly, touching her light enough to tickle. I love the way her abs quiver beneath each stroke. “Surely he fucked you properly at least once?”
I don’t love the idea of Hazel with another man, but if the fucker didn’t even give her the courtesy of showing her how good sex can be when it’s not fast and furious, then that’s a problem I’ll be happy to fix.
She snorts. “Hardly. I was sixteen.”
Hazel stiffens, as if admitting this is something to feel guilty about.
I tilt my head. “Who was he?”
When she averts her gaze, it hits me. Of course, the only guy she’s ever been with was that stupid asshole.
“Cooper.” I do my best not to grit his name through my teeth, but I’m not sure I’m successful. It makes sense now why he’s so protective of her—not that I can blame him.
One fingertip slides along the length of my nose, then down across my lips. “It’s nothing,” she says. “We were young, and it was only one time.”
Fuck.
She’s practically a virgin, and now I’m more turned on than ever that she’s allowedmeto claim her body not once but multiple times.
“Hazel,” I tsk, moving to stand as I drop my jeans and briefs. “Thatjust won’t do.”
Cooper had his chance.
It’s my turn to show her how it feels when a manwantsto serve a woman.
She eyes my proud cock eagerly jutting out for her touch before flicking her gaze back to mine.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs,” I say.
I’m relieved to see that stubborn brow raise. I never want to see the submissiveness she showed that day at Moe’s again. Hazel is free to defy me as much as she’d like—and I’ll enjoy the challenge.
“I want to try something different,” I say as she steps toward the bed. When the backs of her knees touch the mattress, I press her backward with the tip of my finger to her sternum. “We’re going to do this gently.”
Her chest rises and falls, teasing me with those perfectly smooth tits.
“What?” she breathes.
I place both hands on her spread knees, devouring her wetness with my gaze. When she squirms to close her legs, I reach for her clit and give it a punishing pinch.
“Ben!” she shrieks.
“You may even find you prefer it slower.”
Hazel stills, staring up at the ceiling. Her throat works as she struggles to speak her mind. “I wasn’t made for gentle. And I-I’m afraid I won’t be good at it.”
Damn this aching heart of mine.
I slide my eyes over the perfection that is Hazel. Her long, lean legs are a perfect fit around my waist, and her slim torso has definition I know she’s worked her ass off for. There’s no denying my infatuation with the softer parts of her, but what impresses me the most is her unyielding determination.
Here’s a woman who was taken advantage of by someone she trusted, who grew up surrounded by gang violence and an overprotective father, and who has even been imprisoned. But she still fights and loves with all her heart.
Climbing up her lithe body, I lean over her and admire the freckles kissing her cheeks. This exact image of her warms the coldest parts of my soul.
“I can’t wait to prove you wrong.”
