Page 91 of Meet Hate Love
“My place or yours?” he said, slowly shifting us out of the booth between kisses.
“Mine’s ten minutes away.”
“Yours it is.”
The subway ridefrom Mr. Chang’s to my apartment turned out to be the longest ten minutes of my life. Halfway up the stairwell, Vance pinned me to the wall with a hard kiss. “How many more flights?” His lips went to my throat.
“Two.”
His hands went to my jeans, unfastening the button. “I don’t know if I can make it.”
I slipped my hands underneath the hem of his T-shirt, raking my nails over his hard stomach as he undid my zip. The thought of letting him take me right there crossed my mind.
His teeth nipped my neck. “I really don’t think I can…”
“Two flights,” I said, then maneuvered out of his hold and sprinted to my apartment.
By the time the door closed behind us, my jeans were on the floor. His shirt was on the kitchen counter.
“Fuck, I love you,” he breathed against my neck, his hands already working my thong down my thighs.
I gasped when his fingers plunged inside me. Fingers shouldn’t have felt so good. “I love you, too.”
I went for his belt. But before I’d unfastened it, he’d taken over, and his jeans were at his ankles. My back hit the sofa; his lips heavy against mine as he slowly slipped inside me.
Once he’d pushed all the way in, his chin dropped to his chest on a groan. “You feel so fucking good.” Then he pulled out. “I will never get enough of you.”
“Good.” I grabbed his ass, forcing him back in. “I don’t want you to.”
Within minutes, Vance had me clawing at his back, begging for relief.
He pressed in deep and hard, holding himself there. “Tell me you’re mine forever, and I’ll let you come.”
“I think that’s called coercion.” I squeezed around him.
“So is that,” he groaned. He gave a few more thrusts, driving me closer and closer. Then, true to his form, right when everything inside me was ready to detonate, he stopped.
“You like to torture me, don’t you?”
“Like this?” He pulled out, then barely sank back in. Just the tip in and out.
I raked my nails over his broad back, moaning his name.
“Fuck yes. I like to torture you like that.”
He kept up, barely dipping inside, then every few thrusts going so deep it caught my breath. He’d brought me to the edge only to yank me right back three times before I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I rolled out from underneath him and got on top, sinking all the way down on his dick. “How about you tell me you’re mine forever, and I’ll let you come.”
“I’m not as stubborn as you.” He fisted my hair, yanking my lips to his. “I’m yours forever, Blake. Now come on my cock.”
And I did. Several times that night. And most every night after.
Epilogue
BLAKE
TWO YEARS LATER…
