Page 105 of Hexed & Hazy

My lips tug up at the corners. “Yeah? That’s great. Better than a spa weekend.”

Her hand is still on my shoulder, and she doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to move it. “We didn’t get many spa activities done on our weekend together. Perhaps if we had, it would have done the trick.”

I snort. “Yeah. Maybe.”

I don’t want to leave anymore. I want to melt into her touch. I want to be with her, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that—of us. When she looks at me like this, I know she wants it too.

And we can’t have that, but maybe we can have one kiss. Maybe I can give her one truth.

“I miss you. So much. You don’t know.”

“Of course, I do.” Her brow wrinkles, and her expression drops. “Don’t you know I miss you too? That I never stopped?”

“I—I don’t see why. I ruined everything.”

“That’s because you’re still not paying proper attention.” She holds my face so tenderly. “I never blamed you, and to me, you’re perfect. Hexed or not.”

I’m no stranger to love, but I’ve never been held quite like this. No one treats me as gently as Rowan does, and no one makes me feel less deserving of it, and I won’t pull away. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. Basking in her love is the easiest thing in the world…

As long as I forget about the one big thing that’s pushing us apart.

For a moment, it’s like nothing else exists.

Her thumb brushes over my lips.

And I am so totally fucking hers. She needs to know it. I need to tell her.

But everything else has always been easier for me. I’ve always been a man of action, I think.

It’s hard to say who takes the leap; maybe we take it together. Our lips touch—a soft brush. A goodbye kiss. Maybe that’s what it’s supposed to be, but she clutches my shirt, and I weave my fingers into her hair, and we’re kissing hard. Breathless. She pins me against a wall, trapping me, and I want to be there. Want to belong to her. Want to be stuck right here.

She drags hot, wet kisses down my neck, and my body rouses to life when she moves onto her knees, looking up at me. She presses her lips against my bulge, each more desperate than the last.

For once, I don’t make her beg. I give it to her instead.

“Please. Touch me, beautiful. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

Her fingers move to the waistband of my gray sweatpants, but it seems like there’s something stopping her.

“Have…. Have you been with anyone else?” She doesn’t look away. Doesn’t flinch.

“No.” I stroke my thumb against her cheek. “Only you. From the first time we kissed. It’s you. I don’t want anyone else. I can’t look at anyone else or think about anyone else. Everything I do is for you.”

And seeing that she still wants me, that she wants to possess me, makes me as hard as a ruby. There was a time when those words would make me flee, or at least embarrass me, but that feels like so long ago.

She pulls down my pants in one smooth motion, and everything is so sweet: the way she kisses my cock, the way she’s looking up at me, the sounds she makes against my length. I weave my fingers in her hair, but I let her take charge, let her tease me, licking every inch of me.

Devouring me. Claiming me.

Finally, she takes me into her mouth, and I have to lean against the wall to stay upright.

“Let me hear you.” She removes my length from her mouth. “I want to hear how I make you sound. Don’t be quiet.”

There’s a force behind her words as she takes me in again, deeper, and I couldn’t be quiet if I wanted to. I let out muffled, mangled sounds. As she takes me as deep as she can, my cock hits the back of her throat.

But it can’t be over this soon.

“Wait—wait.” My hips stutter, and I use my grip on her hair to tug her off. “I’m close. Stop.”