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I grin at the slickness surrounding it. “I love your body’s responds to me, Hazel.”
“Oh!” She arches against me, pushing me further into her. With one hand gripping her ass cheek and the other rubbing her steadily, I begin to thrust a little faster.
“Yes, Ben. Yes!” she encourages me, but I keep the same rhythm, allowing us both to experience this tenderness without our usual wild fervor.
That familiar burning sensation builds at the base of my shaft, and my balls tighten between our heated bodies. “Come with me, baby.”
I reach for her, rising up on my knees and bringing our bodies together so that we’re front to back, skin to skin. The scent of her arousal drives me to the point of breaking pace. Hazel’s arms stretch up and behind my head, and she hooks her claws into my shoulders as she holds on for dear life.
“Ben!” she shouts, and finally, I shudder, unloading every last bit I have.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and her nails slowly release from around my traps. Our chests rise and fall while I lazily trail my hands up the front of her body. I gently knead her nipples before sliding back down toward the curve of her hip.
I can’t recall a time I’ve been so intimate with another person, but this moment here with Hazel will be one I never forget.
I roll back to grab the comforter before rolling us onto our sides and forming a protective cocoon around her.
She guides my hand to her mouth and places a sweet, tender kiss to the top of it. Her body heat lulls my eyes shut as her warm breath slides over my knuckles.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I kiss her shoulder, snuggling deeper under the covers and holding her as close as I can. My mind fades out as I blissfully give in to sleep.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Ben
Five loud bangs sound against the hotel door, and before I even register the threat, I’m flinging myself away from the warmth of the woman beneath me and toward the dresser.
I reach for my Glock, cocking it as my mind spins wildly. The clock on the bedside table blinks to show it’s just after one o’clock in the morning.
Hazel’s eyes fly to the door, where I’ve got the tip of the gun pointed. I wish I had time to admire how beautiful she is all sex-drunk and sleepy, but there’s another five more knocks.
Clutching the comforter to her chest, she stands and hides beside the thick curtain covering the window.
“Ben, open the goddamn door before I bust it down.”
I flick a glance to Hazel.
“Jackie?” Her face screws into a scowl.
Muttering a curse, I lower my weapon. “Easy,” I say when her lip curls like an animal.
I hurry to unlock the three rusty dead bolts. When I slide the last one free, Jackie shoves his way inside.
His eyes swiftly change from stormy to appalled.
“Jesus Christ, son,” Jackie says before turning away. “Cover up.”
I’d laugh if I wasn’t so petrified to be caught with Hazel like this.
Stalking toward my jeans, I quickly slip them on and swivel toward him.
She’s stepped out from hiding, practically daring Jackie to make a move so she can slice him open with the knife glinting in her palm.
His calculating stare bores a hole through the both of us. “How quaint.”
It never ceases to amaze me when she falls into fight mode. Hazel’s chin jerks up, but she makes no move to cover herself. Something like pride spreads through me to see her face a man who she believes to be her enemy without a single drop of fear.
