It doesn’t take long before both of us turn toward each other, and in a flash, we’re kissing. My fingers brush through Easton’s hair as our tongues dance with each other.
After only a moment, Easton leans back, holding me close but looking me dead in the eye with purpose.
“Do you want this, Hazel?” His stare pins me in place. “Really? Do you want to finally admit that thisisn’tfake?”
My heart is in my throat. I don’t know if I’m doing this because of the situation we’re in or if I really am falling in love with him again. Still, it’s impossible to deny the connection.
Or how much I want him.
I’m trembling from nervous energy and arousal. And after a moment, I decide to say ‘fuck it’ because lifeiswhat it is, and Idowant Easton with me through all of it right now.
“I want you, Easton. It’s always been you.”
TWENTY-SIX
Hazel
The look of joy and lust that takes over Easton’s expression is enough to drop anyone’s panties, and I’m anyone for sure. He leans in and kisses me again, and I hold him tightly, entwining my tongue with his as I climb onto his lap.
His hands find my ass right away, and I can feel the pounding excitement in him resting just beneath his zipper. Easton’s grip is fierce, and I lose myself to the feeling of his lips on mine, his hands, his everything.
A hand winds up my side to the back of my head, and Easton deepens the kiss. Right now, there’s just me and him, and it feels incredible.
Against my mouth, Easton whispers, “We should move this party upstairs. I’m not getting interrupted again, and I can lock my bedroom door.”
Giggling, I nod, wrapping my arms and legs around him so that he has to carry me up the stairs. He cocks a brow at me, and I just grin harder.
“You little brat. Fine.” He shoves off the couch, and a yelp escapes me as I’m jostled. But he doesn’t drop me. “You’re all mine for the night.”
“Yes, I am. All yours.”
My heart sings, pounding away in my chest, and it’s almost euphoric how happy I am right now. Sure, life waits for us around the corner, but right here, right now, I’m about to have sex with the man of my damn dreams when I never thought I’d see him again.
This is all I’m going to let myself think about.
Easton carries me up the stairs and straight to his room, kissing me the entire time. It’s a good thing he’s lived here long enough to have the layout memorized because we’d be running into things otherwise.
As soon as we’re inside, Easton brings me to the bed and tosses me down. “Don’t move. I’m locking that door, and then I’m going to get the pleasure of peeling those damned shorts off you.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease, give him a little salute.
He rolls his eyes, but they’re still hungry, and he walks to the door to lock it. Easton gets back to the bed quick enough, and as promised, his hands go right for the button and zipper of my little cut-off shorts.
I start to help him, but he shoves my hands away. “Oh, no. This is all me, baby. You’re going to let me enjoy this.”
Holding my hands up in surrender, I just grin down at Easton as he grips the waistband of my denim shorts and yanks. They come down abruptly, and I have to bite back a yelp because I don’t want to wake up Jade.
“Goddamn, gorgeous. Did you have plans when you chose these?”
Easton grips the thin strap of my panties that hugs my hip bone, letting it snap down against my skin. I jump slightly.
“Ah,” I glare playfully, “no, they were the only ones I could find without digging through my laundry basket.”
“I see.” All grins, Easton crawls up my body and goes for my shirt, lifting the worn cotton tee over my head. “And how do you explain this?”
He nods down at my bra, and I can feel my cheeks burn. “All my bras are like this. I…I like nice things, okay? Sue me.”
It’s true, and it is why I’m wearing this particular bra. It’s soft and smooth, with no wire, and the cups are see-through, aside from the occasional embroidered white flower.
