Page 87 of Love, Hate, Love

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close, his mouth colliding with mine.

I’d measured every kiss in my life up to the one I’d had with him when I was sixteen. They’d all fallen short, and that one was dulled by years and given by a boy just beginning to turn into the man he’d one day become. Even then I’d tasted the promise of the man he’d be, but nothing had prepared me for what it would be like now. For the heat and the passion I felt, from the way his calloused hands ran up my sides, or when they cupped my ass. His body was smooth hardness against my curves, and all I wanted to do was climb up his frame and then crawl inside him if I could.

His hands were running up the outside of my thighs, his eyes locked on mine, heat flaring.

They moved upward, dragging my t-shirt up to my waist. The tiny swath of lace underwear I had on barely covered me. One hand stayed steady on my hip while he trailed a finger to the top of the lace. He trailed it down the center, his thumb pressing the sensitive nub as his fingers cupped me.

The crew was cheering so loudly that my brain was about to throw in the towel and give up the ship.

“I need this. I need to touch you. Feel you,” Kade said.

The desperation in his voice melted away my defenses.

I’d been telling myself for weeks that this was a bad idea, and yet I couldn’t step away from him. I was an addict and he was the most addictive drug on the market. When I got near him, logic stopped being important. All that was left was an overwhelming need that didn’t let enough air in for me to think of the consequences.

His hands shifted to the backs of my legs, lifting me to straddle his lap, then he pulled the t-shirt up and off me, tossing it to the side.

He cupped my waist and then slowly moved his hands up my sides until his thumbs were under my breasts.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

He was staring at me mesmerized, and I had a hard time dragging air into my lungs.

His mouth moved to my neck, and my head dropped backward as he continued to move against me.

“Just one time. That’s it,” I said.

“I’ll take whatever I can get.”

He ran his hand along my thigh, getting closer to the apex, until his thumb was pressed against me. He rubbed his finger in circles while his other hand gripped my hip, sliding me closer, forcing my legs open wider.

He pushed the scrap of lace I was wearing aside to thrust two fingers inside me before withdrawing them, only to grip my hips, thrusting upward, pressing against me as his tongue found mine again. All hopes of getting the crew back in order was done. It was a full-on riot inside my body.

He stood with me in his arms, his mouth not leaving mine. This wasn’t flowers and hearts. This was going to be hot, hard, and savage.

He carried me to the bedroom as I pushed off his shirt, wanting to feel his flesh against mine. He dropped me down onto the mattress. I watched as he shed the last of his clothes, every hard inch of him revealed.

He gripped my panties, pulling them off my legs, continuing to gaze at every inch of me as if he couldn’t get enough.

He kneeled in between my legs, running a hand along the inside of my thigh.

“Do you want me to stop? Because if we go any further, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he said.

If I had wanted to say no, his thumb moving back to graze my clit would’ve stopped any attempt. Instead of saying words, I groaned and pulled him closer.

He dipped his head, running his tongue along my slit while his fingers slipped back into me.

“No, I need all of you,” I said, pulling him upward.

His eyes locked with mine as he pressed into me. He was stretching me in the best way, making every nerve sing as he plunged into me. Thoughts ceased to exist as I wrapped my legs around him, meeting every thrust until I fell apart.

I was lying there, limp, sweaty, and utterly relaxed, when I realized I’d forgotten something.

“Shit. Did you…”

“Yes. Slipped it on right before.”

That was the first time in my life I hadn’t thought of that before having sex. Another reason this was dangerous ground for me. I lost all good sense.

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