Page 104 of Sweet Hate
Shit, the sound of her slamming the door almost makes me jump. She’s definitely pissed. I glance at her, taking in this girl in all her five-three pink fury, and my breath stutters to a stop.
Her hair is still messy from where I fisted it, and I can see the telltale redness of a hickey starting to form where I sucked on her neck.
Should I feel a little guilty about marking her perfect creamy skin like that? Probably.
Do I? Abso-fuckin-lutely not.
I see the point of her rules. A small rational part of my brain might even agree with her. But I don’t have to like it. In fact. I hate them and I want to break every last one.
Actually, that’s a lie.
I have zero intention of breaking number three. I can’t so much as look at another woman, let alone get it up to bang anyone else, ever since Haven crash landed back into my life.
As for the rest of them, I want to be able to walk around town holding her hand. I want her to sit onmylap when we’re out with friends. I want to kiss and touch her whenever, wherever the hell I want, bakery or audience be damned.
Plus, you’ve probably already broken one of them.
The flames firing from her eyes as she approaches the truck would burn a lesser man to the ground. Lucky I’m a firefighter and can stand a little heat. Chin set defiantly, she pointedly ignores my outstretched hand and hoists herself up into the truck with the seatbelt like Tarzan instead.
The sparks radiating off her, make my skin tingle and come alive. Today’s gonna be fun.
I might have shot my romantic plans to hell, but maybe this’ll work in my favor. My girl might just break rules four and five for me.
We pullup to the bakery in silence. She didn’t even ask about the pink cup sitting in the holder, which is a little surprising.
Day one of our new arrangement, and I’m in the doghouse. I thought a little teasing and edging might ramp up the tension, but now I’m wondering if I pushed her too far. I didn’t expect her to stay quiet the entire way over. She’ll probably send me packing and replace me with her vibrator again.
Fix it.
Her hand tries the door handle, but it’s locked. Removing my seatbelt, I push my seat back and turn my body to face her.
“Sprinks?”
Nothing. Not even a finger twitch.
“Sprinks, babe, look at me.” Leaning forward, I gently take hold of her chin and turn her head toward me. Her eyes burn, still ready to toast me like a marshmallow.
Planting soft, feathery light kisses on her lips, I unclip her seatbelt and easily lift her over the console and onto my lap.
Leaning my head on her chest, I can hear the erratic beating of her heart while I breathe her in. She smells so damn edible.
“I don’t want to start our first day like this, Haven. I’m sorry if I pushed you too far. If edging is a hard limit for you, tell me, and I’ll never do it again. I want you screaming my name in pleasure, never in rage.”
I feel the moment she softens, the tension seeping out of her body as she relaxes onto me.
“What’s that?” I feel her voice vibrate through her chest, which I’m still happily nuzzling, not ready to let go of the soft, round breasts I’m so damn fond of.
“What’s what, Sprinks?” I mumble my words, my focus on motor-boating the heaven currently smothering my face.
“The pink cup.”
“Oh, I saw them when I went to get your coffee and thought you’d like it. I had them put it in that. Apparently it keeps it cold for longer.”
I feel her sharp intake of breath before she shuffles backwards on my lap, leaving me breast free and bereft.
Reluctantly I look up and see her face has softened in amazement.
“That’s actually real sweet of you, Axel.” She runs a hand through my hair and fully seats herself, straddling my lap. Holy shit, I love the sensation her touch shoots through me.
