Page 30 of Sweet Hate
Ragged breaths escape from her full lips. Her luscious round breasts heave under her tank top, her hard nipples brushing mybare chest on each exhale. God, what I wouldn’t give to taste one. Slide that little hard nub between my teeth and bite down. I stifle a groan, my mouth watering in anticipation.
As soon as I open my eyes, her wide aqua ones immediately meet mine, drawing me closer.
So close I notice the tiny freckles dusting her nose. Freckles I loved to kiss before I took her plump, rosy lips with mine.
I drop my gaze to her shiny lips and need slams into me with the force of a Mack truck. The way she’s chewing that delicate flesh—my fucking kryptonite.
I can’t help myself.
I balance my weight on one arm and use my thumb to tug her lip free. Reveling in its softness, I stroke over the indent left from her teeth.
Her eyes search mine as I trail my hand down her pretty flushed cheek to tangle in her hair, a satisfied rumble tearing from my chest.
The air becomes combustible, the whole world falling away. Right now, it’s just me and her.
The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her dangerously distracting lips, and my blood pumps wildly in my veins.
Sinking into her, those phenomenal tits pressing against my chest, I hover just an inch from those enticing lips. I fight my instinct to rut into her like a wild animal, my cock hard enough to cut diamonds.
I brush my lips against hers in a barely there kiss, my head spinning from the contact. Without thinking, I rub my cock against her pussy, needing friction to ease the ache.
She gasps, and the sound pops our bubble. Sirens blare in my head again while neon warning signs flash in front of my eyes.
No. Fuck no. What am I doing?
I hurl myself off her and blindly gather her paperwork in silence. I can’t bring myself to look at her. Swallowing a groan, I ignore the sharp pain in my traitorous hard dick. I deserve thepain. It serves as a physical reminder that I need to stay far away from this woman.
Am I really this stupid? I drowned myself in booze for months when she left the first time. I couldn’t seem to cope with the simple act of breathing, let alone navigate the other shit I was going through without her by my side.
I can’t be around her.
Staying silent I grab her file and shove the papers inside before thrusting it into her hands. Our eyes meet for the briefest second before I drop my gaze and jump up, stalking back into the kitchen and slamming the door behind me.
She let me kiss her. Why didn’t she try to push me away? Did she want me to?
Now I just need to try and forget the look of angry confusion on her face. Is she annoyed that I kissed her, or that I ran off like a little bitch? I hope it’s the latter, but I’m not being fair to her. I know I’m not.
Day one on the job, and I practically maul her on the floor.
Forget playing with fire. Apparently, I prefer launching myself straight into the fucking flame.
What have I done?
11
HAVEN
It's been three days since #floorgate, and the only sign that Axel is here is the noise coming from the sealed off kitchen.
Yep, sealed off.
I came in the next day to find plastic sheeting closing off the connecting door. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he meansfuck you, keep out. Well, fuck him. It’s my bakery, I can walk in there whenever I damn well please.
But I won’t.
I don’t want to see his stupid face right now either. I don’t know what just happened, but I sure as shit know none of it was my fault.
He’s the one who came in hot, not me.
