Page 68 of Loved Out Loud
I take the laptop in one hand and grab her wrist in the other, stopping her hasty retreat. “Thank you for trusting me.”
She leans down willingly when I tug on her arm. I press my lips to hers in a lingering but relatively chaste kiss. If I don’t keep it PG, I’ll end up buried nine inches inside her and then I may lose ground on being able to read what she’s got so far. I’m not going to risk it, so I pull away first.
I do watch her go though, her full hips and ass sway as she navigates through the room and disappears into the bedroom. As she shuts the door, I turn my attention to the document in front of me.
I’m hooked from literally the first page. The way she’s woven this story with threads that are just similar enough to the last one yet also stand completely on their own is incredible. The more I read the more angry I become at her mentor. I don’t see how any of his criticism is valid.
This is good.
Better than good.
I always thought he must be envious, but now that I’ve read this, I know it. He gives her the harshest feedback because he’s jealous. He wants to be as good as she is, but he’s not. I don’tneed to read a single word he’s written to know that. There’s no other explanation.
I’m finished reading by the time she comes out of the bathroom. Her hair is wrapped in a towel, and she’s just wearing one of the plush, terrycloth bathrobes provided by the hotel. She glances nervously at me as she walks past.
“Did you finish already?” she asks.
I close her laptop and nod. “I did.”
“And?” I can hear the tension in her voice.
“And it’s so fucking good. I’m in awe of you.”
“Really?” Her breath whooshes of her along with the question.
“Yes.” I cross the room and yank her toward me with the belt. “I love the way you wove the characters from the first book into this story without it feeling like they’re the main characters again.”
She smiles up at me. “Thank you.”
“I’m not done yet.” I pull at the belt until the robe falls open down the center of her body. Her skin is still flushed pink from the scalding shower she took. “I wish I had the rest of the book to sit here and binge read. Your mind is the most incredible place.”
As I trail a fingertip from upwards from her belly button, the skin pebbles in its wake. The way her body is so responsive to every touch drives me wild with need. Her eyes turn heavy lidded as I slip my palm under her breast, gently grazing her piqued nipple with the pad of my thumb. I turn myself in the chair and tug her down onto my lap.
She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I push the robe off her shoulders until it falls in a heap at my feet. She tenses, and it kills me to know she feels uncomfortable. I lift her wrist and break our kiss only to gently press my lips to her scar. I want her to know how achingly beautiful she is. Every scar isproof of her resilience. Her will to keep living even through the most dire of moments.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, Hazel Archer. From the inside out.”
The corner of her mouth quirks up, and I know her first instinct is to say something sarcastic. To distract her I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth. Her fingers glide through my hair as she arches into my touch. The bow of her back thrusts her tits up to me like some sort of carnal offering. I release the rosy tip with a pop, intent on focusing the same attention on another when another scar comes into view. It’s white against her skin and just below the swell of her breast. There’s a matching one under her other one.
I’m distracted by her palm slipping beneath my shorts and pulling my cock out. She wraps her fist around my length and tugs gently. Every single touch she gives me feels better than the last. As she works my length, I lean back and take advantage of her open thighs. I run my fingers over the small, neatly trimmed patch of curls and along her slit. She’s already so wet my fingers glide effortlessly over her hot skin.
Her grip on me tightens when I find her clit with my thumb. She shifts her body closer to mine, and I remember that we’re out of condoms.Fuck.
“Hazel, baby,” my voice is hoarse as she continues to stroke me. “I’m out of condoms.”
She goes still over me. I swear I can nearly hear her thoughts as she looks at me through a haze of lust.
“I have an IUD, and I’ve always used condoms with,” she trails off thankfully.
The last thing I want to hear ishisname while she’s naked on my lap.
“I get tested regularly. I have the results from my last one on my phone. I’m all clear.” I reach toward my phone, intent onshowing her when she rocks her hips forward. The heat of her pussy near my cock makes me lose my grip on my sanity.
“I trust you.” She lines me up and slides down my length, sheathing me in the wet, hot heat of her cunt.
The feel of her mixed with those three words sends me into feral fucking need. Her pussy clenches around me as if she can’t get enough of the feeling of me raw inside her. She rocks back and forth in a wave like motion, grinding her clit against me every time she takes me all the way deep inside. It’s been years since I’ve fucked without a condom, and I almost forgot how good it feels.
I can’t take it. I lift her by the hips until my cock falls from her center. If she keeps doing what she has been, I’m going to come embarrassingly fast. I push her laptop to the side and guide her face down onto the table. This angle of her body is a new level of carnal.
