Page 142 of Hate So Deep

“Do what?” he asks, pecking me on the mouth.

Although sweet, I’m frustrated by his clear avoidance and mutter, “She broke your heart.”

When his eyes widen and he laughs, I slap his chest and say, “It’s not funny.”

“Baby girl,” he says, cupping my cheeks. “Stacey didn’t break my heart.”

“Oh,” I say sourly. “Really? You were going to run away with her, Dirk.”

“You’re right,” he says, and my stomach turns to stone. “We were going to run away but that was for the baby. Lauren, I was sixteen years old. I was scared. We were scared. I didn’t even know what love was.”

“Yeah?” I ask, searching his deep, dark eyes and his mouth quirks.

“Yeah, baby girl.”

My soul melts at that and I move to my tiptoes, meeting his mouth as it drops to mine. Our lips collide in a mash of need as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“I missed you,” he rasps, grinding against me.

“Please,” I moan, and with a dirty smirk, he takes my lips in another scorching kiss.

Enflamed, I squirm against him as he stalks into the adjoining room and drops me on the mattress.

“Are you wet, baby girl?” he rasps, and I pull my dress to my waist before spreading my legs.

“Fuck,” he groans and a thrill rushes through me when his nostrils flare and he dips his finger beneath the lace of my panties.

“Dirk,” I whimper.

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” he says, and I nod, grabbing for his pants.

“You need this, baby?”

“Yes, now,” I demand, and when he chuckles, I pause at the husky sound.

When have we ever come together like this? There’s no anger between us. We’re not fucking like it’s the last time.

This is the beginning and it’s so much sweeter.

“Baby?” he rasps, and I meet his gaze as he wrenches my panties aside and slowly presses into me. “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

When I shake my head, he grabs my chin, his strokes achingly slow and says, “I dream about this body, baby girl.Dream.”

“Yeah?” I ask and he nods, his eyes dropping to the pulse in my neck.

“Yeah,” he groans before sucking the throbbing vein between his teeth.

“Y-Yes,” I cry, arching against him as he resumes his thrusts.

“D-Dirk,” I moan.

“Hm?”

“I-I love you,” I breathe, only to falter when he leans back his eyes wide.

Oh shit. Um…too soon?

My cheeks heat and I attempt to slide away but he’s not having it and after pulling out of me, he moves farther up the bed until he’s leaning against the headboard before holding out his arms.

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