Page 79 of Golden Days

Stars burst behind my closed eyelids and I bring one hand to her hair, fisting it at the roots. She moans and grinds again, cupping the back of my neck and bringing me to her lips.

She kisses me frantically, searching for friction with her hips. I’m so fucking close I might come in my goddamn pants.

Her free hand presses into my right shoulder and pain lances through my arm, all the way down to my fingertips.

I wince, my muscles stiffening and locking up in protest. And yet…I don’t want her to stop.

But just as I feared she would, Hazel pulls back, retracting her hand. “Shit. I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head and breathe through my clenched teeth. “I’m fine, I’m…”

“Stop saying that.” She scowls, sitting back, the heat of her moving away from my hard cock.

“Fuck,” I huff out, sitting up and bringing the chair to an upright position.

“Let’s take care of that shoulder first. Then…” she says, biting her lip.

I raise an eyebrow at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and messed-up hair. “Then?”

“Guess you’ll find out.” She grins, leaning in for one more kiss before she goes back to her seat, like nothing happened.

The raging boner in my pants begs to differ.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Hazel

Levi somehow manages to keep his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road for the remainder of our drive. It’s the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I shift in my seat, trying to find some release, but it’s pointless. One makeout session and I’m all needy and aching for him.

The way he grabbed me, the way he kissed me—I sigh and force myself to look out the window. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

The rain has stopped and the sun has set, and my heart hasn’t stopped beating a mile a minute since Levi’s lips were on mine.

He pulls into the now familiar neighborhood, and the gates open up for his car. My heartbeat picks up the closer he gets to the house. I finally look over at him as he puts the car in park and adjusts his pants. The movement draws my attention to his crotch and—yep, he is still hard.

I bite the inside of my cheek and puff my chest out with pride. Good, I like to see him worked up over me.

His eyes meet mine, pleading. I smirk and exit the car, heading for the front door. If I sway my hips just a tad more than usual, well—he deserves it.

Levi groans and quickens his pace behind me, his chest pressing into my back as I fumble with the keys. A soft chuckle escapes me, and I arch my back into him. The door unlocks and I open it, stepping into the hall.

When I turn around to offer another cheeky grin, his green eyes blaze with need. With want. He takes slow, calculated steps towards me, kicking the door shut on his way. I walk back as he prowls towards me. My upper thighs hit the entryway table, and the candlestick holder balances precariously.

Levi steadies it with his hand, eyes not once leaving mine. He brings both his fists down to lean against the table, caging me with his body. I need to lean my head back just to look at him.

“Now, where were we?” he asks, brushing his nose against mine.

The move is so much gentler than his body language. Every one of his tight muscles tells me he wants to rip my clothes off and fuck me right here in his hallway, but his gaze and the careful control he has over his instinct makes me think he’s giving me the space to choose.

“I believe we were going to take care of that shoulder,” I whisper against his lips, reaching up on my tiptoes and giving him a peck. It’s nothing more than a press of my lips against his, but even that small gesture brings back the need I have for him.

I rub my thighs together and press my hands against his chest, putting some distance between us.

“What do you suggest?” he asks, posture straightening.

“Rest,” I say, walking up the stairs towards his bedroom.

Levi follows close behind me. So close, in fact, that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. I try not to think about how his naked skin would feel under my hands. Should I offer to give him a massage?