If Oliver didn't get inside her soon, he would surely lose his mind. He'd spent the
last two hours socializing with her friends and her father's friends. It
was the only time he'd ever appreciated anything his father had done for him,
since he did know how to socialize in polite company. He just didn't practice
it often.
But he wanted Hazel. He wanted her with an intensity that even he didn't
understand. He'd had women beneath him, on top of him, and in every position
in between since the first time he'd tupped a servant girl at the age of fourteen.
But he'd never felt the desire to hold a woman. To stroke her. To bring her
pleasure. Then to do it again and again until they were both sated. Then sleep
and do it some more.
Several times, she'd been dragged away from him completel
