Page 79 of Love to Hate You

“Wes,” she said in the gentlest of voices, “I’m not going to fool myself into believing this is some romance novel with a happily-ever-after, but with you I can handle a happily-for-now.”

“I just don’t want you to confuse all of the meet-cutes and the heat of the day to give you unfair expectations.”

“I think you’re selling yourself short, but if anything I’m thinking clearer than I have in months.”

“But be certain, that once I’m in you you’re mine until this is over.” Her eyes went wide with shock over his possessive talk. “Say it. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” she said. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like you, Wes. A lot. And I want you.”

“How bad?”

She took his hand and ran it down to cup her core. “Can’t you feel how badly I want you?”

“I’ve been so focused on not screwing this up I’ve clearly been neglecting this beautiful pussy.”

He crawled his way down her body, taking her Gumball Pink panties with him—and, would you look at that, a landing strip came into sight. Damn, he was toast.

“Hell, I’m obsessed with you,” he said, not caring if it freaked her out, which it did by the way her body stiffened a smidge. But he’d said he was laying it all out there. And it wasn’t as if he was getting down on one knee. “I’m obsessed with fucking you, with kissing you, with arguing with you.”

“You like arguing with me?”

“I love arguing with you. But I’m terrified that one time I’ll go too far and it will be the last argument we have.”

“You’re not the only one with an obsession. I’ve read your profile a dozen times and scroll through the pictures you put up.”

“The pictures my brother put up. And I already know you’re a snoop because RoChance alerts you every time someone looks at your profile.”

Uncertainty lit her eyes. “You haven’t looked at mine.”

“Hell yeah, I have. You have to look in the settings. I’ve also listened to your podcast. Every single one.”

“You have?”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I love them. You’re authentic and funny and endearing.”

“I’ve listened to your podcast a few times. You’re charismatic and really know a lot about business.”

“I know about a lot of things,” he said, and he ran his hands down her thighs and yanked them up until her legs were bent at the knee and she was completely exposed. She gasped with surprise. “And I think it’s time to get down to business.”

Her response was a long, lusty groan because he went straight in, using his entire mouth to suck her in. But it wasn’t enough. He burrowed himself in her wet folds like a starving man, loving how her hips pushed up against him, riding his face.

He was drowning in her scent and taste. He’d imagined a million times what she’d taste like, and man his imagination must be lacking because this was the sweetest thing he’d ever devoured.

He found an easy rhythm, fast and deep enough to bring her to the edge but with enough restraint that she didn’t quite make it over.

“Wes,” she begged, her hips now moving against him so hard he thought he might suffocate. Then she clenched her thighs around his head and he was sure he was going to pass out. But what a hell of a way to go. “I’ve waited so long. Please.”

He looked up at her through his lashes. “As you wish,” he quoted fromThe Princess Bride.

That was all it took. She bucked once, twice, and then fell down the stomach-dropping start of a rollercoaster. Because that’s what this night was about. Dips, turns, climbing, falling, even upside down and sideways. Front, back, and every position in between.

“Wes,” she arched up all the way, thoroughly suffocating him in the best way possible. He let her ride out the intensity. Then he was off the bed, rustling through his bag for a strip of condoms, and back on top before the sex haze had even left her eyes.

“You ready, love?”

She nodded, as if she didn’t have enough breath to speak.

“We’re going to shatter that sheetrock.”

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