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Butthen his fingers slid over her slit, and he groaned at how slick and hot she was.
“Fuck,Hazel.Sweetheart, you’re soaked.Isthis all for me?” he asked, nipping at her ear.
“It’sall for you,Adam,” she said shakily, and he pushed the robe off of her.Needingher naked like he needed his next breath.Helowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, teasing it with his teeth until she was panting, her hands making a mess of his already dishevelled hair.Hekissed a path across her chest and gave her other nipple the same treatment, teasing and tormenting it until it was a hard peak.
Sheground against him, her pussy pressing against the erection tenting his jogging pants.Shewas eager and needy, just as much as he was.Itdidn’t matter that he’d been inside her less than twelve hours ago.Heneeded her again.
Hehad the feeling that he’d always need her.
“Tellme what you need,” he said, trailing his knuckles over the very tip of her nipple.Herhead fell back, her eyes closed.
“You.Yourcock.Insideme.Please,” she moaned, writhing around him, her nails scoring down his neck.
“Sinceyou asked so nicely,” he said, and her eyes opened, a smile playing across her kiss-swollen lips.Theyboth let out a little laugh as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down, letting them fall around his ankles.Shereached between them, closing her slender fingers around his cock, stroking him as she lined him up.
“You’renot too sore?” he asked, gentlemanly instinct managing to surface.
“No,” she said, then moaned as he notched the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Iwant you,Adam.Iwant to write a book with you and have sex with you and laugh with you and—”Herwords dissolved into a loud moan as he slowly thrust all the way in, not stopping until she’d taken all of him.Heclenched his jaw at how wet and hot she was around him.Howfucking perfect.
Heheld her close, eyes glued to where his cock disappeared inside her.Eyesglued to where her gorgeous pink pussy was stretched around him. “Fuckinghell,” he ground out. “Ididn’t think anything could top yesterday, but this…”Hekissed her, holding perfectly still inside her. “Youfeel like home, sweetheart.”
Hazelmoaned, clinging to him, clenching around him.Hercheeks and neck were flushed, andAdamdidn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight in all of his life.Hedropped his hands to her hips and slid slowly out of her before thrusting back in.
Shesought out his mouth, pulling him down for a kiss as he started to fuck her, establishing a slow, deep rhythm that was making his blood boil and his legs shake.Thekiss was messy, uncoordinated as they moved, her hips meeting his.Thepens in the metal pencil cup rattled with every thrust, the rhythm matching the slap of skin on skin.
Hebroke the kiss and dropped his head to her neck, sucking on the sensitive spot just below her ear that he’d discovered last night.Henipped at it before licking away any sting he’d made.
“Adam,” she moaned, and he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of hearing his name on her lips. “OfcourseI’llstay,” she murmured again, and this time he could hear the relief in her voice.Reliefthat he’d asked her.Reliefthat she had a reason.
Hewas more than happy to be her reason.
Hestarted to move faster, taking her harder and deeper.Herpussy fluttered around him, as though trying to pull him deeper, and he slipped a hand between them, working her clit in rhythmic circles until he felt her tighten around him, her moans filling the room.
“Itold myselfIwasn’t gonna fall for you,” he rasped, heat gathering in his balls and at the base of his spine. “ButIwas wrong.Iwas fucking wrong.”
“OhmyGod,” she moaned. “Fall,Adam.We’llfall together.”Herlips brushed across his jaw, his chin.
“We’llfall together,” he echoed, and then she was coming, her pussy squeezing the life out of him and setting off his own orgasm. “Hazel,” he groaned, thrusting deep and coming inside her.
NINETEEN
Overthe next few days,Hazellost track of time, in the best possible way.Shespent her days working on scenes for the book, sometimes at the hotel, sometimes atDejaBrew.Shespent her nights withAdam, brainstorming, reading over his scenes, and having endless orgasms.Shewasn’t even sure if it was fair to think of herself as a guest at the hotel anymore, given how much time she spent at his cabin.Sheliked to drink her morning coffee sitting in the cozy window seat in the kitchen whileAdamwent for a jog. (He’dinvited her to join him and she’d laughed.Shewasn’t a jogger.Atall.Shewas more of aSundaymorning yoga and long walks kind of exerciser.)
Whenthey weren’t in bed, she still spent most of her time withAdam.Theywatched movies, hiked in the colorfulHudsonHighlands, strolled hand in hand downMainStreet.BeinginGossamerFallsfelt like stepping into a different world, not only because it was a far cry from her life inNewYorkCity, but becauseshefelt different.
Forthe first time in a long time, she felt like she could actually breathe.Likeshe could actually hear her own thoughts.
Shealso spent time withAutumnandAutumn’sfriends,SiennaandLaurel.Who, in truth, were starting to feel like her friends.
Andwhile people knew that she andAdamwere dating—which felt like a pale, hollow word to describe what she andAdamwere doing—they hadn’t told anyone that they were writing together.Theyemailed chapters to each other, passing the growing manuscript back and forth like a flask at a boring family function.Asecret that was just theirs.
ButHazelknew that soon, they’d have to let the outside world in on their secret.Somethingshe was loath to do because she knew from experience that once her agent knew about the project—onceSethknew—there was the chance that the creative spark would dim.Itwas a funny thing about writing.Hoardingthe story, keeping it to herself fed it, like oxygen to a fire.Showingit to others could smother it with just a few well-placed, cutting sentences.
Herfingers hovered over the keys, gmail open on her browser screen in front of her.She’dbeen trying to figure out exactly how to word this email to her agent,Alex.Fearsat like a boulder in her stomach, and her mind flashed back to the conversation she’d had withAdamin bed that morning.
“Areyou going to emailAlextoday?” he’d asked, fingers trailing a path between her breasts. “Wehave five solid chapters now, just over forty pages.”
She’dlet out a shaky breath. “IknowIshould.But…Idon’t know.Thiskind of feels like one of those ‘it’s better to do what we want and ask for forgiveness rather than ask up front and be told no’ kind of situations.”
