Page 8 of Sinful Enemy


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“Hazel, what are you doing on my bed?”

“I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

His lust-filled gaze devoured every last inch of my skin. With a predatory regard, his stare continued to travel down my body, stopping at my breasts that were popping out of the seams of my silky bra. Seconds later, his greedy expression roamed to myslender, hourglass waist until his eyes found my tiny thong panties that barely covered my pussy.

I loved how he took me in, and I used his desire to my advantage.

Before I lost my nerve, I confessed, “I want it to be you. I’ve always wanted it to be you.”

Our eyes locked.

He opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it. I could physically feel his conflicting emotions burning off him in traitorous waves as the silence once again took over.

Nothing could have prepared me for this moment.

Not me rehearing it repeatedly in my head.

Not me dreaming about it.

Not me remembering our past or looking forward to our future.

Absolutely nothing.

Finding my courage, I professed, “I can’t move away without knowing what it feels like to finally be with you, Ledger.”

Slowly, I provocatively slid off his bed and walked toward him. Each step more precise and calculated than the last as I swayed my hips for him. I didn’t stop until I was a few inches from his mouth.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I boldly leaned in as my hands found his solid chest. In a slow, agonizing motion, I touched him through his signature flannel shirt, causing my breath to hitch.

All the years of pent-up frustration.

Of endless thoughts of us in this way.

Of all the times I wanted to tell him how I felt.

It was finally here.

The moment I’d been waiting for.

Three

Hazel

Iknew countless women had touched and been with him, but in that second, it felt like I was the first woman to actually feel him. My heart beat out of my chest, pounding against my rib cage. I swear he could hear it. The thrashing echoed off the walls and into the pores of our heated skin.

My fingers pressed against his pecs, and he still didn’t utter one word.

“I want...” I hesitated, knowing as soon as the words left my mouth there was no going back. “You… to take my virginity, cowboy.”

His lips parted, and I resisted the urge to lay mine against his.

“Hazel—”

I snapped, kissing him. Just waiting for him to stop me.

He didn’t.

Even with all the confidence in the world, there was no taking away how much this meant to me.

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