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“Ineed more,” she gasped, and suddenly she was on top of him, impaled on his thick cock.
“Rideme and take what you need,Hazel.”Hepushed up onto his elbows, smoothing her messy hair away from her face.Sherocked her hips, moaning at the decadent slide of his body inside her.Hegrinned and reached between them, stroking her clit with his thumb in a sure, steady rhythm. “Likethis?” he asked, his gaze hooded and intent on her, his chest heaving.Shecould tell he was holding back, wanting to get her there.
“Justlike that,” she managed, moving faster. “It’sperfect.”
“Thesight of you stretched around me is fucking obscene,” he rasped, beads of sweat dotting his hairline.Athrill charged through her, and she rode him harder, moans and breathy sighs falling from her lips.Adam’ships rose up to meet hers, the sound of heated skin meeting heated skin filling the room and tangling with their moans and sighs.Hazelfelt the first spark of her second orgasm down in her toes, the muscles contracting almost to the point of cramping.
“Fuck,I’mso close.Youfeel so fucking good.”Heworked her clit between his thumb and forefinger while thrusting up into her. “You’rethe most beautiful thingI’veever seen,Hazel.”
“Adam!” she screamed his name as a crushing orgasm rushed through her, and she clamped around his cock.Shefell forward, her muscles locked as she struggled to breathe through the most intense orgasm of her life.Adamcaught her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.Hereyes fluttered closed, her pussy convulsing wildly around him.
“Ohfuck,Hazel,” he moaned loudly, and he stilled inside her.Hewas buried so deep that she felt every single pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside her.Animpossibly loud crash of thunder shook the cabin, rattling the windows in their panes, vibratingHazel’sbones.
Theirmouths met, seeking, craving, tongues sliding lazily as they both came down.Adam’shands stroked up and downHazel’sback.
Inthat moment, something that had been lost for a long time settled withinHazel.Asthough she’d found what she hadn’t even known she’d been looking for.
Shedidn’t know what the future held.Didn’tknow what would happen with the book or her writing career.Didn’tknow what her next five years looked like.Butone thing she did know with absolute certainty was that she was never lettingAdamShephardgo.
EIGHTEEN
Itwas stilldark outside whenAdamopened his eyes.Hazelwas curled against him, her back pressed against his chest, her feet twined with his.Herbreathing was slow and even, her skin warm and sweet.
Abolt of sheer panic shot through him, and he carefully disentangled himself fromHazeland the twisted sheets, threw on a sweatshirt, jogging pants, and socks, and slipped out of the room.
He’dknownHazelfor, what?Afew days?Hecouldn’t be falling in love with her.Itwasn’t possible.Itcouldn’t be.Andyet after one night he wanted to ask her to stay.Withhim, inGossamerFalls.Hewanted a future with her.Hewanted it so bad he could see it with startling clarity, and it scared the shit out of him.
Heshoved his feet into his worn running shoes and stepped out onto the porch.Therain had stopped, but there was still the occasional patter of water falling from leaf to leaf.Andthen he took off down the gravel path, trying to outrun his swirling thoughts.Theground crunched beneath his feet as his body settled into a familiar rhythm.Thesky was lightening to a soft gray, birds chirping with increasing intensity as he jogged a well-worn path into the forest.
Thepull he felt towardHazelwas like a swirling vortex, and it was as though every time he thought about distancing himself, something happened to suck him right back in.Somethingas simple as hearing her laugh, or watching the way she chewed on her bottom lip when she was lost in thought.
Ashe thought about her, as his blood pumped through his veins and his breath came in harsh, staccato pants, he found himself smiling.Notjust smiling, but grinning like an idiot.Likea crazy person.
Likea fool on the cusp of love, which is exactly what he was.Hewas falling forHazel.Ifhe was honest, a part of him had always known he was going to fall forHazel.LiketheUniversehad made the decision without consulting him, and now he was powerless to do anything but go along with it.
Maybethis time things will be different.
Thevoice was so clear and close that he stopped in his tracks, hands on his hips as he looked around, trying to catch his breath.Ofcourse, there was no one.Hewas alone in the forest, surrounded only by trees and animals.Asquirrel darted across the path in front of him, cheeks full to bursting with his haul.Shakinghis head,Adamresumed his jog, trying to sort out his thoughts.
Thepanic wouldn’t be there ifHazeldidn’t mean something to him, and he didn’t want to pretend that what they had wasn’t special.Becauseit was.Hewas forty.He’ddated enough, had enough long-term relationships to know that the connection he felt withHazelwas a once in a lifetime thing.Andhe was sure she felt that connection, too.Thatspark of awareness whenever they were around each other.Thatmagnetism that seemed to take over.
Sothen what happened when her time inGossamerFallswas up?Hecouldn’t move to the city.Hehad a life he loved here, with friends and family and a business he was proud of.Plus, he hated the city.Itwas too noisy and busy.Itwas too lonely while simultaneously being too crowded.Thetruth was, he wanted her here.Twodates, and he was all in.All.The.Way.In.
Heturned, taking the same loop he usually did as he jogged back towards his cabin.Theloop was just under four miles, and he aimed to jog it three mornings a week.Heknew it like the back of his hand, so even in the faint glow of dawn, he knew exactly where he was going.
Hestepped back into the quiet house, shutting the door carefully behind him.Therun had done him some good, the exercise and the cool, fresh air clearing away the panic at his feelings forHazel.
Heflicked a light on in the kitchen and toed off his damp running shoes with bits of mulch and leaves stuck to them.Hemade himself a cup of coffee, pacing the kitchen, feeling a bit at loose ends.Hetook a sip of his coffee and then had the sudden urge to head up to his office.Sohe did, taking his coffee with him.
Hesettled in at his computer, trying to remember the last time he’d sat down at this desk as the sun rose.Probablywhile he’d been working on the last book.He’dalways been a morning writer, preferring to get his words in before the business of the day took hold.
Buthe wasn’t writing anything right now.Hehadn’t in a long time.Sure, he’d tinkered here and there, writing a few short stories, jotting down ideas in a file as they came to him, but he hadn’t tried to write a book ever since the spectacular failure of theRobertBradyseries.Theseries that had sold so poorly that his publisher had dropped him and his agent had told him his only course of action was to completely start over.
So, instead, he opened his email and started reading the two chaptersHazelhad sent him.Hazel, who was still asleep, naked in his bed.Hazel, who was leaving soon.Hazel, who could so easily and effortlessly become the center of his entire world.
Hequickly lost himself in the chapters, making a couple of small notes—questions, really—in the margins.Thestory was riveting right from the start, and he found himself frowning in disappointment when the two chapters were over.Hewanted more, especially because it was obvious to him what was going to happen next.
Itstarted out innocently enough, with a few notes about the next couple of scenes.Questionsto be answered, new ones to be asked.Researchto be done about the time period.Butthen, before he fully understood what was happening, his fingers were moving over the keys with increasing speed as he lost himself in the scene.
