Page 90 of Love to Hate You

He ran his hand through his hair. “And see-through.”

He took a step forward and she took a step back, holding her hand out for him to stop. “Not yet. We still have door number two.” She slowly unbuttoned her skirt, teasing him as she went, then pushed it over her hips and onto the floor. Then, in her boots and lace, she did a little turn for him to see the entire view.

“Are you ready for door number three?”

“As long as the boots stay on.”

“Always the negotiator.”

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms onto the pile of her clothes.

“Door three is definitely my favorite. But if you tell me there’s a door four, you’d better fucking believe I’m partaking in the moment.”

She crooked a finger at him and gave him her best come-hither look in the history of the world, and he wasted no time in being an active participant. He was on her in a second.

She prepared herself for his mouth to come crashing into hers. For him to grab and tear and rip her thong right off. But she should have known better. His lips were soft and languid, a gentle exploration.

His hand traced her jaw to her cheek, then threaded through her hair at the base of her neck. As the moment went on so did the neediness in her body, spiraling in her core and curling at her toes. He was taking his sweet-ass time, and she was already revved and ready to go. Just ask her nipples. And the hot juncture between her legs, which was already vibrating with need. He’d barely touched her and her body was responding as if she were in the middle of a Face-Off 69

She would try to pick up the pace and he’d slow it down.

“Are you trying to tease me?” she asked as his lips trailed down her throat.

“Isn’t that what you’re doing in nothing but a Wild Orchid thong and fuck-me boots?”

“I was giving you a taste of what was to come.”

“Love, the only thing I care about coming is you.” And with that he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked until she was sure she’d pass out. Then he moved to the other breast and this time her legs did buckle.

Not that she needed to worry. He lifted her up and walked down the hallway and into Summer’s room and set her on the mattress, and that’s when she remembered that she’d emptied her closet looking for something to wear, in the hopes she’d see him tonight.

“Looking for a special outfit?” He dropped to his knees and scooted between her thighs. “Were you thinking of me when you did?”

“Yes.”

“And before you went down to the shop, did you masturbate while thinking of me?”

Her face flushed fully, but she answered honestly. “I wore out the battery thinking of you.”

“Well, you won’t need a vibrator tonight. Unless you want me to use it on you. Because you’re mine, remember.”

“I remember.”

“Clearly not enough.” He dipped his head and licked her straight up the center. Then he pulled the Wild Orchid pink lace aside and began to feast. Unable to hold herself up, she fell back on the mattress with a thud. Hands gripping the sheets, legs over his shoulders, he continued until she felt that churning in her stomach, the coiling in her core.

She was there. Right on the precipice, ready to fall, when he pulled back.

She sat up. “Are you stopping?”

“You’ve come enough without me today. This time when you come it’s going to be with your pretty tits bouncing from the force and that sweet pussy clamping down on me. Understood?”

What was she supposed to say to that? Nothing but a “hell yeah” would suffice. She grabbed his face and kissed him until their bodies were like a match thrown on gasoline. She pulled him on top of her.

He pulled her thong down and off her legs, then crawled his way up her body, which was more than primed.

“You ready?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Wrap your legs behind me, love. This is going to be one hell of a ride.”

She had no sooner locked her ankles behind his lower back when he thrust into her. One long thrust that stung as much as it pleasured.

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