Hazel's Promise (The Fey Quartet Book 2) by Emily Larkin Read Free Book Online Page B

wiped his mouth—and looked up and caught her watching him.
    He grinned, and the weariness vanished from his face. “I have time now.”
    Hazel considered this statement for a moment, then came to a decision. “All right.”
    She almost laughed at the astonishment on Tam’s face, and then the astonishment vanished and his expression changed, becoming intent, and she found herself suddenly nervous.
    Tam climbed to his feet and crossed the grass.
    Hazel’s heartbeat doubled, then tripled. She hastily stood.
    Tam halted, close enough to touch her. “Are you certain, sweet Hazel?” His face was serious, but there was a smile in his eyes.
    Hazel nodded, not trusting her voice.
    Tam reached out and cupped the nape of her neck with one hand, drew her closer, and bent his head.
    His kiss was gentle and sweet.
    Hazel’s nervousness evaporated. She relaxed and let him slide one arm around her waist and gather her closer, let him coax open her lips with his tongue.
    The kiss deepened, became less gentle. Hazel pressed herself even closer, reveling in the taste of Tam’s mouth, the strength of his arm around her waist, the heat of his long, lean body.
    Tam broke the kiss, releasing her.
    “What—?”
    “Don’t worry,” Tam said. “Not finished yet. Not by a long shot.” He sat on the grass and reached up for her hand, tugging her off balance and onto his lap—laughed at her surprise—and put his arms around her and tipped himself backwards until he was lying down.
    Hazel froze, startled by the intimacy of it. His chest was beneath her. Her legs straddled his hips.
    Tam laughed up at her. “Come on,” he said. “Kiss me.”
    He was giving control to her, she realized. She was on top. She had the power.
    Hazel bent her head and pressed a light kiss to one corner of Tam’s mouth, then the other. Such a wonderful mouth. Perfect, in fact. She nipped Tam’s bottom lip gently, then licked where she’d nipped.
    Tam’s arms came around her waist, gathering her closer.
    Hazel nipped his lip again, and this time Tam opened his mouth, inviting her inside.
    Hazel closed her eyes and sank into the kiss, losing herself in Tam’s taste, in the play of his tongue against hers.
    The large, hard lump pressing against her belly, she abruptly realized, was Tam’s erection.
    Alarm jolted through her. She broke the kiss.
    “What?” Tam said.
    Hazel stared down at him. He was flushed and breathless, his lips rosy from their kiss, his blue eyes dark and almost dazed.
    I can trust this man . Tam wasn’t going to fling her on her back and rape her.
    “Nothing,” Hazel said. She bent her head again, kissed him again.
    Now that she was aware of his erection, it made the kiss more exciting. Heat and tension built in her body. She rocked her hips, pressing closer to him.
    Tam groaned. His whole body seemed to jerk.
    Hazel laughed, husky, breathless. “Like that?” she whispered against his mouth, and rocked again.
    Tam groaned again, and shuddered. “Yes.”
    The kiss deepened, becoming almost frantic. Hazel rocked against Tam, kissed him, rocked, kissed. So much heat, so much pleasure, so much tension building inside her—
    Tam tore his mouth free. “Stop, or I’ll spill in my braies.”
    “It’s my kiss,” Hazel told him. “I get to say when we stop.” And she laughed into his mouth and rocked against him again.
    Tam’s hips bucked helplessly. He uttered an inarticulate cry and rolled from under her, fumbling with his hose, scrambling to his knees. She caught a glimpse of his penis, ruddy and engorged, before his hand closed around it and he turned away from her. His seed spurted into the grass.
    Hazel bit her lip. She’d taken her teasing too far. I should have stopped when he asked . She nervously watched Tam straighten his clothes. Would he be angry? Embarrassed?
    Tam turned his head and looked at her. His lean cheeks were flushed, his eyes so dark they were almost black, and his stare . . .
    Not angry or